The whole day passed unknowingly in the kindergarten. In the evening, as the crowd receded, the gray sky began to snow again.
Lanlan, who had played all day, got on the car and fell asleep in Lin Ruoxi's arms without saying a few words. She smacked her lips as if she was still thinking about what to eat when they got home.
Lin Ruoxi and Hui Lin sat in the back seat together. Hui Lin was holding a video camera in her hand, playing the stage scene that she had just shot in the afternoon. She played it repeatedly and felt that it was very interesting. She didn't feel that she would get tired of watching it. She even deliberately turned down the sound so as not to wake up Lanlan.
Yang Cheng sat alone in the front driving. Looking at the two women's smiling faces in the back seat and his daughter's silly sleeping posture through the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but feel a warm wave in his heart.
This kind of ordinary happiness and satisfaction, was it what he had dreamed of when he returned to China? At least now it seemed that this kind of feeling was really fascinating. If only there was no one watching him covetously, if only no one came to find trouble with him, and if only he could continue living peacefully.
For the first time in his life, Christmas passed in a flash, and he was a little reluctant to leave.
The next day, as promised, he took Cai Ning and Qiangwei to the Forgotten Lands.
Because he had told Ron long ago, the old man had already arranged everything that the two women needed. Even the maid who was responsible for taking care of the daily chores had been assigned.
Qiangwei and Cai Ning also brought some daily necessities and didn't bring any luggage.
Setting off from Hua Xia, they quickly flew to the Mediterranean Sea with the two women, and it only took ten minutes. It was the first time that Yang Cheng flew with his women in the way of a cultivator, and he felt a sense of accomplishment.
Although they arrived at night, because the two women's cultivation had reached the Soul Formation stage, they could see clearly at night as if it was daytime, so it didn't hinder the two women from enjoying the beautiful scenery.
As soon as they landed, Yang Cheng said with a smile, "You came at the right time. The Mediterranean climate is mild and rainy, not dry and cold at all. You've come to enjoy your holiday."
Rose and Cai Ning were indeed captivated by the beautiful scenery here. Their eyes were filled with excitement. Initially, they had left the country in order to avoid Hongmeng. But now, it seemed like it was killing two birds with one stone. They were here to enjoy their vacation.
Stepping on the soft sand, Yang Cheng led the two women slowly from the coastline to his castle, where Ron was waiting with champagne.
"Hubby, you said that everything here is yours?" Qiangwei asked, playing with a big shell that she had just picked up.
Yang Chen was rather proud of himself. "The entire group and the surrounding waters are not only mine, but also my private navy. These areas are grey areas. No country can get close to them or probe them, so they can't be found on the map."
"Do all the gods have private territories like this, or is it only you, hubby?" Cai Ning asked curiously.
Yang Cheng thought for a while and said, "Actually, I'm not sure. The Earth isn't big, but it's not small either. The gods that were left behind have lived for at least 20,000 years, so they must be very familiar with every corner of the Earth. It would be easy for them to have a private territory like this, but it depends on whether they're willing to or not.
I heard from Christine that she has a private territory in Canada, and Poseidon has his territory around Hawaii. I don't know about the rest, but everyone has different preferences, so they might not care about this. "
"Now that you mention it, I feel that Hua Xia's Hongmeng is more pitiful, hiding in an illusion. It's not cool at all," Qiangwei said sarcastically.
"Maybe it's because Athena's deterrence is too strong. After all, cultivation is not easy, and no one wants to fail at the last step," Cai Ning said.
Yang Cheng thought to himself, if the gods really only have 20% to 30% of their strength left, not to mention Athena, any one of them could slaughter a group of cultivators from Hua Xia.
Maybe Hongmeng was afraid of something that he didn't understand, so he had been hiding in the illusion. Not wanting to affect the order of the secular world was probably an excuse.
Unknowingly, the three of them had arrived at the huge castle while chatting.
Qiangwei and Cai Ning looked at the "apartment building" that Yang Cheng mentioned in astonishment. It was too huge, just like the king's castle in fairy tales.
Yang Cheng held the two women's hands and jumped up the cliff easily. Outside the castle, Ron was wearing a black retro suit and a bow tie. He was already waiting with a few old friends who lived on the cliff with a smile.
"Your Majesty Pluto, two beautiful ladies, welcome home," Ron said in Mandarin as he turned sideways like a gentleman.
Yang Cheng patted the old man's shoulder and greeted a few acquaintances. These were his comrades who retired from his mercenary group and the Zero Organization. Their relationship was built with blood, so there was no need to say much.
When Qiangwei and Cai Ning heard being called "Madam", they couldn't help but blush, but they also felt sweet.
It was the first time that the two women felt the shadow of Yang Cheng's past life at such a close distance. These men all looked kind, but there was always a bloody aura around them, which made the two women a little reserved and didn't know what to say.
After entering the castle, everyone took their seats in the large dining hall. The maids served them the delicacies on silver paper plates one after another and began to serve them with smiles on their faces.
Ron and the others didn't feel much doubt about the two strange women that Yang Cheng brought. They greeted them warmly, which made Qiangwei and Cai Ning relax quickly.
"Madams, I specially recruited a chef from Hua Xia and a French chef to work in the kitchen here. No matter what dishes the two madams like to eat, they can be made immediately," Ron said cheerfully.
"Thank you, Mr. Ron, you're so considerate," Cai Ning said sincerely.
"Hehe, we don't have a lot of people. If there are new members joining, we will warmly welcome them. Moreover, the two of you are His Majesty Pluto's lovers, so you are naturally the mistresses here," Ron's mouth also seemed to be smeared with honey.
The two women couldn't help but blush again. Speaking of which, the two of them weren't official wives, so how could they be called mistresses? However, in the eyes of these foreigners, as long as it was a woman around Yang Cheng, they could be taken in as mistresses.
Seeing that the two women could chat with these old friends, Yang Cheng felt more at ease.
After half of the wine, Ron and the others had drunk so much that their faces were already red. Their voices were particularly loud and clear, and the atmosphere was particularly cheerful.
A bearded man named Callejon was a Nordic man. He used to be one of the people in charge of the Sea Eagles in Northern Europe. He was over seventy years old this year and had been living in seclusion for five or six years.
At this time, he raised the silver wine glass and grinned at Yang Cheng, "Your Majesty Pluto, next week is the 'Caesar Conference'. Why don't you stay for a few more days? Or bring your family along and come with us to see what level the little bastards are at now!"
Yang Cheng raised his eyebrows, "Caesar Conference? By the way, it's been four years. Where will it be held this year? "
"Not far, just across the sea, near Ron's hometown, hehe." The one who laughed evilly was a skinny old man.
"Sicily? In that case, Ron, you'll be busy. Don't let someone secretly smash your treasury. "Yang Cheng joked.
Ron shook his head, "I haven't been in charge of the family business for a long time. Let them do it."
Qiangwei was a little confused and asked Cai Ning in a low voice, "What are they talking about?"
Cai Ning also shook her head, "They're talking about Italian, Russian, and other languages. I only know English, French, and Spanish. I really don't understand these."
Ron was very considerate and helped to translate, "Madams, we're talking about the 'Caesar Conference'."
"What's the Caesar Conference?" Qiangwei was full of curiosity.
"Hehe, to put it simply, it's a fighting party where mercenaries from all over the world who think they are capable come together to compete. The reason why it's called the 'Caesar Conference' was originally to commemorate the elite cavalry of the ancient Roman Emperor Julius Caesar to show respect.
The modern Caesar Conference can also be called the 'Mercenary Conference'. Everyone feels that if they want to increase their employment funds, they have to get a high ranking in this competition. This is also a step to raise the reputation of the new mercenary corps.
During World War II, the Caesar Conference was stopped because most of the mercenaries were full. However, after World War II, especially in recent decades, it was held every four years.
Such a grand event is not only attended by the big customers hidden behind the scenes in the world, but also some representatives sent by some countries to see which mercenaries are worth paying a high price.
Therefore, any famous mercenary corps will come to participate. Otherwise, they will be considered weak, and how can they have a source of income. "
Hearing this, Qiangwei, who came from the underworld, and Cai Ning, who was a member of the national special organization, immediately had a strong interest.
The two women's eyes lit up. This was much more interesting than any song and dance performance! Mercenaries from all over the world to fight? That was too exciting!
"Mr. Ron, which mercenary corps won the championship four years ago?" Qiangwei asked.
"It should be 'Sea Eagles'. Aren't the two strongest mercenaries in the world, Sea Eagles and Sandstorm?" Cai Ning said.
However, Ron shook his head helplessly, "Madam, it's a pity that the last champion was not His Majesty Pluto's Sea Eagles, nor was it Sandstorm under the God of War's command …"
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