Arrangements.
Princess Chuyang didn't stay long in the hotel of the Song Family. She directly checked into a quiet suite — because of Song Haoran's strong request, his room was also arranged next to hers.
"Didn't you say that you won't touch me?"
Song Ying gave a very disdainful look … But this was still good. If there was really such a woman who could tie down Song Haoran, her grandfather would probably laugh like a pig in his sleep.
Song Haoran waved his hand and said that he wanted to talk about business.
"What business?" Song Ying didn't hesitate and sat upright. "You mean this group of … this group of so-called Daoist experts? I don't think this group of people is serious at all. They are all old and indecent. "
"They have been suppressed for too long in the past."
Song Haoran said indifferently, "They are all people who have no hope in pursuing immortality. They have been cultivating their whole lives, but in the end, they still have no hope of immortality. I heard that the spiritual energy has started to recover, and some people's magic power has started to surge. But in the past, they have always been idle people who cultivated immortality. They simply don't have a realm that can match the surge of magic power. It's better to let them go. The president of the Daoist Association wants to simply throw this group of people into the mortal world to have a good experience. The funny thing is, many of these people are already people of the grandmaster's generation, but in the end, they still have to cultivate from the beginning. "
Song Ying shook her head. She didn't really understand what Song Haoran was talking about … Doing business, doing business in the mortal world was the scope of her knowledge. "Anyway, it's fine as long as they have good food and a good place to stay. This is simple. I can even make this group of old people forget about home … I'm just afraid that their bodies won't be able to take it."
Song Haoran smiled casually, then said seriously, "I've got the approval."
"What approval?" Song Ying couldn't help but be startled.
"The approval for the land." Song Haoran smiled and said, "It's the land near our Song Family's old house … The Song Family can openly enter China."
"Really!" Song Ying couldn't help but widen her eyes.
During this period of time, she had only been making a small fuss. Although she had acquired several companies … it was only a small fuss.
Although they had previously cooperated with Mr. House's Ao Tong Pharmaceuticals, they thought that it could be a breakthrough. Unexpectedly, Ao Tong Pharmaceuticals suddenly exploded, and as the owner, Mr. House, was currently missing, so the cooperation was basically over.
"I used a lot of favors." At this moment, Song Haoran said lightly, "Last time after Mount Tai, a group of people from the Dao Sect and the Demon Clan gave me a lot of plates … This time, I used about one-fifth of them to make this happen. However, it was worth it to let the Song family enter China. This way, the old man would be able to fulfill his wish. The other thing is … "
Speaking of this, the eyes of Miss Sun of the Song family suddenly became sharp, and she said in a deep voice, "You can go ahead and investigate who was behind the Song family, and then destroy the Song family, forcing them to flee overseas!"
"Leave the investigation to me." However, Song Haoran shook his head and said, "What you need to do is to start transferring the core of the Song family back to the country as soon as possible … I'm afraid that the South American continent will become unsafe soon. Some forces can no longer be resisted by conventional secular forces … After this summit ends, I'll personally make a trip there and bring the old man back. "
"Alright, I'll listen to your arrangements." Song Ying nodded.
"Don't run around during this period of time." Song Haoran thought for a while and said, "With the emergence of Transcendents, the world is constantly undergoing drastic changes … The whirlpools of the upper echelons are constantly surging with fatal undercurrents. I hope I can gain a firm foothold in the Dao Sect Association …"
"Okay." Song Ying still nodded.
At this moment, Song Haoran seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly asked, "Right, I heard that the old madam of the Zhang family lives here too?"
"What do you want to do?" Song Ying subconsciously frowned.
Song Haoran said casually, "The Zhang family and the Song family have been working together to develop 'historical sites' for so many years. However, as a junior, I've never had the chance to visit this legendary head of the Zhang family. In terms of etiquette, I'll find some time to pay her a visit."
"I'll go with you." Song Ying thought for a while and said, "I've been getting along quite well with Miss Zhang recently."
Song Haoran narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "How did you get along?"
"Song Haoran, you're courting death!"
High heels, high heels, high heels, three in a row.
"Alright, alright, let's get down to business." At this time, Song Haoran hurriedly retreated and hurriedly said, "Prepare early tomorrow morning. Just you and I will go out on a trip. There is something urgent."
"What is it?" Song Ying was startled. She knew that Song Haoran's expression must be because of something important.
Song Haoran said softly, "The people of our Song family are buried here. It's been so many years … It's not right if we don't go and pay them a visit. This is the old master's idea. "
"You mean, Luoqiu's …" Song Ying opened her mouth, and then nodded silently. "Okay, I'll arrange it now."
With that, the granddaughter of the Song family hurriedly walked out. She was much more enthusiastic than arranging the accommodation for the seniors of the Taoist sect.
"That's right, Xiao Yingying! Tomorrow, say a few more nice words in front of the grave. Maybe my brother who died young will bless you from the underworld ~ I think our Little Luo Qiu is a filial son ~ "
The red high heels … were thrown to him.
Song Haoran chuckled, and then reached out to catch them. Song Haoran snorted in front of the door, and the door closed with a bang … Song Haoran shook his head and put down the shoes.
He turned around, opened the curtains of the hotel's upper floor, and looked at the city of the Forbidden Land, gently stroking the [Sun God Badge] on his chest.
"A transcendent descending into the world, how interesting." The young master of the Song family narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, "I will create an environment that will allow the Song family to survive in this chaotic world. Everyone in the Song family … must live better than others. "
…
At this time, a group of people came to the pet hospital.
To be exact, it was a group of monsters in human form. The purpose of the Forbidden Land seemed to be to prohibit the use of transcendent powers, but not to make the lives of transcendent beings troublesome.
At least, these monsters who had cultivated into human form didn't directly expose their true forms after entering the Forbidden Land.
It was quite convenient for them to travel … Did this mean that the Forbidden Land had intelligence?
Chellona Shinryū couldn't help but complain … She didn't have any opinion about the Forbidden Land, not at all. The one who had an opinion about it was the guy who made the Forbidden Land.
Chellona Shinryū, who had just beaten up the Nordic diplomatic group and the jungle mystical warriors in the suburbs, was not in a good mood. Instead, when she came back home and was about to go online, a group of guys from the Monster Clan Association made things worse.
"What? You want me to propose a proposal to divide the territory of the monster clan at the summit, and it would be best if the proposal was passed?" Long Xiruo widened her eyes, showing a caring look, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"We know very well! Lord Long, this is the consensus that we have reached after many days of internal discussion. "
Chellona Shinryū didn't even bother to think about the name of the guy who spoke. It was probably someone from the White Tiger Clan. Anyway, since the young master of the White Tiger Clan, Huang Baimu, mysteriously disappeared, the White Tiger Clan was currently controlled by someone else.
Long Xiruo thought that it was better when Huang Baimu was in power, because she could directly communicate with Huang Baimu with her fists, unlike these guys who were still polite when they shouted and felt wronged.
"No way! Stay where you are! "Chellona Shinryū was about to close the door and reject the guest.
Speaking of which, Chellona Shinryū didn't belong to the monster clan or the human clan … She belonged to the whole Chellona. In the past, due to the lack of Spirit Qi, the Dao Sect and the Demon Clan were at a disadvantage. This was especially so for the Demon Clan. The True Dragon of the Divine Land only slightly protected the Demon Clan because of this.
This seemed to have caused the monster clan to regard Chellona Shinryū as their spiritual leader. Therefore, Chellona Shinryū was called Lord Dragon King by the monster clan … It seemed that this title could pull Chellona Shinryū into the monster clan's camp. However, Long Xiruo herself never admitted this.
"Lord Dragon King, this is a great opportunity!" A group of big shots of the monster clan said righteously, "This must be the turning point of our monster clan's prosperity … Lord Dragon King, in this great moment of monster clan's revival, please don't leave us —!"
It felt as if a group of uncles and grandmothers in the village had found out that Xiaolong's daughter had been admitted to a university, and then came over to say that after graduation, she should go back to her hometown more often and not let the fertile water flow to other people's fields. If she wanted to marry someone, she should marry someone from the village … Then, they didn't support the tuition fees at all.
Bang —!
Long Xiruo directly responded like this … She closed the glass door of the pet hospital and pulled down the gate directly. However, a group of big shots of the monster clan seemed to be determined to succeed this time, so they simply asked their subordinates to set up tents in front of the pet hospital.
"Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, I'll splash the water to wash my feet! "
The sound of cursing came from upstairs of the pet hospital.
"The water used to wash the feet of Shinryū, it must be the holy water with the breath of Shinryū … This is a great tonic, why don't we thank Lord Dragon King for the reward?"
"F * ck, so funny … Bah! You old bastards, don't you have any shame? "
No —!
Anyway, it was forbidden, even if Chellona and Shinryū beat people up, they wouldn't feel any pain.
Even though Long Xiruo was used to seeing big scenes, she couldn't stand it at this time. She quickly closed the door and pulled up the curtain … The little butterfly monster was standing aside with a basin full of water, "Sister Long, can we still splash the water?"
"Splash your ass! Don't you see these old bastards … Forget it! " Long Xiruo painfully held her forehead at this time, then angrily said, "Profiteer, what kind of forbidden method is this … I'm so angry! Wait … why is there still one person here? "
With this, Long Xiruo couldn't help frowning.
The group of old demons were indeed swept out of the door … but there was still a woman sitting quietly on a chair in the hospital.
Black clothes and black skirt … It was the peerless snake monster with the bloodline of Empress Wa – Black Water.
"Greetings, Lord Dragon King." Miss Black Water stood up slowly, saluting with a soft voice.
Long Xiruo couldn't get angry for a while. She couldn't help frowning, "Why … even you are like those guys outside, for the division of the monster's autonomous region?"
"Lord Dragon King." Miss Black Water knelt down slowly, "Lord Dragon King, please provide a place for the children who have been displaced by the human's development to live in peace. Lord Dragon King, with your influence in the human government, you should be able to do it. "
"I don't mean to criticize you …" Long Xiruo let out a sigh, "It's you who don't understand … Do you really think the rejuvenation of aura is real? The aura in the world is limited, the total amount is constant … Now, the aura in Chellona's earth veins is just a one-time release of the aura that has been stored for more than 2000 years. In the end, they would still be exhausted. The so-called Transcendents were probably just a flash in the pan. In today's world, human beings are the real protagonists. "
"Will the monster's race perish eventually …" Miss Black Water raised her head, looking gloomy.
"It's up to the heavens, even if it's me. If Chellona wants to kill me, it's the same." Long Xiruo said expressionlessly, "The Great Dao is heartless."
"If even Lord Dragon King can't stand on the side of the monster, who can …" Miss Black Water lowered her head absentmindedly, "Who can …"
Suddenly, a conversation from a long time ago appeared in Miss Black Water's mind … It was a topic about the standpoint.
That person's voice floated in her mind and couldn't be erased … It was as vivid as yesterday's words.
…
She silently stood up, bowed again, and then turned to leave without saying a word.
This was the door opened by the little butterfly monster … Seeing Miss Black Water disappear in the back alley, the little butterfly couldn't help looking at Long Xiruo, "Sister Long, why didn't you tell her that you're planning to …"
"What's the plan?"
"I saw it." Luo Dance whispered, "The plan you secretly made on the computer … the proposal to publicize the existence of the monster race and the feasibility report of the coexistence between human and monster?"
Long Xiruo was silent for a moment, then sighed slowly, "I can't put the false hope in front of them … I can't promise anything, nor can I promise anything."
Looking at Long Xiruo silently climbing upstairs, the little butterfly muttered to herself, "If it's the boss … he must have a way, right?"
She missed the boss and Sister You Ye.
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PS: As usual.
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