Chapter 430: This is Leizhou, the fairy (Part 1), the world is so messy, what should I do?
"Spread it out, and let's take over half of it... Do you think it's okay?" Meng Xinghe asked again.
When the meat reaches your mouth, it is impossible not to eat it.
Although Xumi asked Lin Xi to abstain from greed, greed is not only the nature of demons, but also the nature of all intelligent and motivated creatures.
If people are not greedy, how can they make progress, excel, and excel?
"I'm afraid not. The immortal breath will definitely have the ability to condense on its own. When it reaches a certain amount, it will generate spiritual intelligence. With self-judgment, we...can't stop it." Chu Lingxiao shook his head and said.
This is not a delusion or inference on his part.
Monk Yun is a very strong evidence.
Meng Xinghe continued to struggle, and suddenly a fierce light flashed between his eyebrows: "In this case, we will not stop...change the news and make it public."
"Everyone is Taihao Immortal Emperor? To put it another way... no one is Taihao Immortal Emperor."
An ordinary carriage drove lightly into the huge and majestic Juyong City of Leizhou.
This city, which became famous all over the world because of Meng Xinghe, has now become the center of attention and the focus of conversation in the entire Qingxiao world.
There are no less than 100,000 people coming to Juyong City for various reasons every day. Although the city is expanding with the help of monks, it is still reaching its limit under the pressure of population.
As a result, such an ordinary, simple and not wide carriage had to walk on the main road for more than an hour before arriving at the place it should be.
The carriage stopped lightly at the door of an elegant restaurant.
The restaurant has no name, but there are long banners in red and blue.
Swaggering in the wind, under the sun, there is a special symbol, shining in the golden light, which is intimidating.
This is the property of the Meng family in Juyong City.
But now, who doesn't know that the Meng family... is the real master of Juyong City. Even the current Emperor Qi Guo has acquiesced in this matter. More than a month ago, he transferred away the new member who had not been in office for a long time.
City Lord.
The boy who had been waiting at the door for a long time quickly trotted over, took the whip from the hand of the coachman driving the carriage, and then respectfully placed the small wooden ladder with patterns inlaid with gold and silver wire on the shaft of the carriage.
The groom, who was an ordinary farmer, looked at him in a panic, and rolled down from the carriage in a hurry, looking very embarrassed. Looking again, not far away, there were people wearing slim long skirts, with their hands on their lower abdomen, standing in two rows,
The girl with a pretty face, like a flower, was even more embarrassed, and her helpless look made her look particularly conspicuous.
A few wealthy businessmen who were passing by from a distance, with their bellies sticking out and hugging a few beautiful ladies, walked past with a sneer. The corners of their eyes were full of contempt. When they looked at the restaurant again, their eyes looked downcast and their attitude was instantly humble.
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The originally very earnest boy raised his head that was so bent that it was almost stuck into the bluestone slab proudly without leaving any trace, like a living tortoise whose head had been pulled out.
The atmosphere in the restaurant seemed quiet and complicated.
The servants, who were simply dressed but neat and tidy, their feet seemed not to touch the ground, were walking upstairs and downstairs, serving tea and water, all in a smooth and smooth manner, without making any sound under their feet.
The car curtain made of coarse cloth slowly opened.
An elegant man with a curly mustache came out.
He wore a pair of black lenses on his face, covering his eyes, making the expression on his face even more unreal.
The clothes on his body also look a bit strange.
Although I can't see the style of the clothes, I can see the material of the clothes at a glance.
The snow-white clothes are all handmade from fine snow silk, with just the right wrinkles.
In those gentle folds, you can even faintly smell the unique fragrance of a girl.
This set of clothes is most likely made by girls who are good at tailoring clothes but have not left the court.
White clothes, pure girls, these are the things that only those who know how to enjoy the most and the most noble people can have.
A large number of servants poured out of the restaurant.
After washing hands, face and mouth.
Wearing the most beautiful and fresh garland around his neck and wearing a strange mustache, he walked into the restaurant with strange and elegant steps.
Everything here is deliberately trying to show a simple and elegant atmosphere, and it must not be high-profile and tasteless like the nouveau riche.
Of course, simplicity does not mean shabby, nor does it mean poverty. Every pillar here is made of nanmu that has been used for thousands of years.
Perhaps because they have become demons, even if they are made into pillars, they still exude a strong breath of life.
The floors here are made of the finest cedars that grow on the cliffs for hundreds or thousands of years, and are carved into wooden boards with various totems and stories and biographies about Meng Xinghe.
In the chandelier made of crystal, the gemstones purchased from the sharks are emitting various haloes. This gemstone, which is conducive to practice and meditation, is meaninglessly emitting its precious and rare energy at this time.
This is of course very luxurious and wasteful.
After all, if you just open a few more windows high up in the hotel, warm sunlight will shine in, at least during the day.
But for the dome covered with various paintings, for the various reliefs full of artistic flavor, and for the various famous paintings hanging on the walls for people to appreciate.
As a result, there was really no place to build more windows in the entire restaurant.
In front of the large and small dining tables in the lobby, a pair or a group of men are always accompanied by various beauties.
Their clothes, looks, and figures may be different, and their temperaments may also be different, but without exception, they are all the same in the outside world, but here they are so densely packed.
People were whispering, and the atmosphere seemed to be a little more ambiguous.
It's just that the content of everyone's conversations may not be so consistent with this low-key and luxurious atmosphere. Everyone has their own secrets. They don't want to get stuck when it comes to the women around them, but they use all kinds of clichés and inquiries. If they weren't there,
On other people's territory, I'm afraid these people have already taken action and tortured them rudely.
When the man in strange clothes walked in, he naturally attracted everyone's attention.
His figure is tall and strong, his face is handsome and elegant, and his strange dress is also eye-catching.
But these are not the most important.
The most important thing is... he is very powerful, powerful that cannot be hidden.
"He's here!" In a room on the top floor of the restaurant, a monk who was playing the piano said to another man in white.
"Is it the true body?" the man in white asked.
"Of course not! But it shouldn't be an ordinary incarnation. It seems... he has no intention of hiding himself at all."
"Perhaps, whatever plan you have, it may not have been seen through," the monk said.