That pair of beautiful azure eyes flickered with a kind of expression called adoration.
Victoria's image became more vivid in Li Xianyu's eyes. He thought to himself, "The amazing person you mentioned is me."
She mistakenly thought that the amazing person was a big boss who lived in lines, but she didn't know that the person was sitting beside her.
Li Xianyu thought about it and suppressed the thought of showing his divinity. Actually, this kind of thing was suitable to brag, especially when it happened to a small character like him. But if he said it, Victoria would definitely ask, "How did you do it?"
How should he answer?
Green, green, Long Aotian is green …
Forget it, I really can't say it.
"How is the discussion about the alliance going?" After Li Xianyu said that, he immediately said, "If it's not convenient for me."
"It's going well," Victoria said.
"When Ryder's injuries are healed, are you going back to America?"
"No, we want to finish watching the Taoist Conference organized by the Buddhist Taoist Association in two months. Every year, many people with superpowers from all over the world come." Victoria smiled elegantly. "Ryder said that if you participate, he will challenge you again. One blood, one thousand. "
This was revenge.
"Taoist Conference? A newbie like me definitely can't participate. "Li Xianyu waved his hand.
In fact, this was the first time he heard of it.
"There's a competition for young people," Victoria said. Victoria said. She had finished her breakfast. As long as one was a bloodline descendant, regardless of gender, their need for food was enormous. She wiped the corners of her mouth and fingers with a wet napkin. She stood up and smiled politely. "Bye."
"Bye." Li Xianyu nodded in acknowledgment.
Next was welfare time. Turning his head, he watched Victoria's back view. The flirtatious expression of her peach-shaped butt was the number one that Li Xianyu had seen.
In the group, his colleagues were still calling for Long Aotian to be beaten up. Those who had beaten him felt very relieved, and those who didn't felt very regretful.
[Acalanatha] Wang Laoer: "Damn, Long Aotian trapped my nephew in the virtual world. I want to beat him up on behalf of the entire family. But I'm currently on a mission and can't come back. "
This was a big boss with a title. Ordinary senior employees did not have titles, but those with titles were all powerful people. This was the information Li Xianyu concluded.
Mister Qin: "I was wondering why you haven't asked me out for a drink. Old Wang, did you go out on a mission again?"
Wang Laoer, the Acalanatha, said, "This task is a hot potato. I'm in Lianhua Temple. Guess who my partner is?"
Mister Qin said, "If you have something to say, say it."
Wang Laoer, the Acalanatha, said, "Unparalleled battle soul, unparalleled since ancient times."
A few seconds later, the group was in a frenzy.
"What did you say? The Unparalleled Battle Soul has awakened?"
Li Bai said, "Is it the soul of the Li family? Is it the one from the Qing Dynasty? Is it the one who reached the peak of modern history?"
Originally, the group was quite active. Once Unparalleled Battle Soul's name came out, it immediately exploded.
Li Bai's message was flooded.
The God of Cookery asked, "Are the War Souls delicious?"
System Notification: The Culinary God has retracted a message.
Mister Qin said, "Screenshot."
Li Bai: "Screenshot."
Wang Laoer, "The battle soul is with me. Culinary God, I'm going to show it to her."
Culinary God: "Old Wang, have mercy."
[Archives Manager] Murphy: "Haha, even the Culinary God has times when he's afraid. Rare."
God of Fire: "Stop spamming. Keep spamming."
Only then did the group settle down. God of Fire had a high status and reputation in Bosch.
God of Fire: "Wang Laoer, what's going on? The battle soul has awakened? Who is the descendant of the Li family? "
Wang Laoer, "How would I know who the descendant of the Li family is? When I saw her, she was alone."
Li Bai: "What's going on? How did you become her partner?"
Wang Laoer, "That battle soul has invited representatives from the Buddhist Taoist Association and the big families to have a discussion at Lianhua Temple. As for the content, of course, it's related to the Pantheon Palace. I won't reveal the details. I'm a disciple of Lianhua Temple. The Buddha head is my grandmaster, so I'm representing the company to host this discussion. "
God of Fire: "Back then, Li Wuxiang died in the hands of those people. The discussion won't turn into a melee, will it? Hmm, the unparalleled battle soul will challenge everyone."
[Deputy Minister of Medical Department] Li Shizhen: "God of Fire, you're overthinking. The descendant of the Li family is as weak as a rooster. What battle power can the battle soul have?"
Murphy: "So, the company thinks that Old Wang is invincible, so they threw him out to be the scapegoat?"
Li Bai: "The truth."
God of Cookery: "Truth + 1."
Wang Laoer, "… You don't say. The atmosphere isn't good. It's been five days since the news was sent out, and the big families have only just gathered. The Taoist Master hasn't come yet."
Murphy: "It's been five days … So, it's a show of strength?"
God of Fire: "It's not strange. The Pantheon Palace involves a lot of people. As long as it's related to the Pantheon Palace, the Buddha head and Big Boss can't suppress it. The battle soul can't either, and it's a sealed battle soul."
Li Bai: "The battle soul wants to compromise, right? Otherwise, why would they hold a forum?"
Long Aotian: "Then this show of strength is even more necessary. No one wants to have an extreme battle soul above their heads when the Pantheon Palace comes out. Also, the big families will feel relieved."
Wang Laoer, "Damn, Long Aotian, you still have the energy to talk?"
Li Bai sent two pictures. The first one was of Long Aotian curled up on the ground, covered in wounds, holding his phone in his trembling hand.
The second one was of Blood Kin standing around him, and they were talking with their heads lowered.
Li Bai: "Everyone is watching. The battle soul and the Pantheon Palace are definitely more attractive than fighting Long Aotian."
Wang Laoer, "Anyway, I'm only in charge of this forum. If a fight breaks out, I'll hide in Grandmaster's kasaya. The forum will start in half an hour. I'll go and do some work first. I'll give you a text replay when it's over. "
Tentacle Monster: "We want a text broadcast."
His message was forwarded hundreds of times, flooding the screen.
.....
Dharmaraja put down his phone. The screen showed his private message with Wang Laoer.
Dharmaraja: "Don't mention the heir of the Li family."
Wang Laoer, "Is he in our company?"
Dharmaraja: "Don't ask. Bring up the topic."
Wang Laoer, "Yes, Minister."
Li Xianyu's identity was a tacit secret. If he knew, he knew. If he didn't, he didn't. It wasn't just Bosch; the big families were the same.
The office door opened. Dharmaraja said, "Come in."
It was Victoria who pushed the door open. She was wearing slim pants and a white T-shirt.
"What's the matter?" Dharmaraja was stunned.
"Is Qin in the headquarters?" Victoria went straight to the point.
"Who knows? It's fortunate that he can come to the company once a month." Dharmaraja frowned. "Tell me if you need anything. I'm in charge of Bosch's affairs."
"It's a private matter." Victoria was slightly disappointed and unwilling. "I heard that the trouble in your company's virtual world has been solved. Wasn't it him?"
"It has nothing to do with Big Boss. It was solved by an employee of the company." Dharmaraja said, "If you want to see Big Boss, I'll make an appointment for you. See if he has time."
Dharmaraja was already used to such incidents. Big Boss was young, promising, and talented. The number of women who wanted to do something with him could fill up a football field.
Victoria's status in the Supers Association was not low, and she was a descendant of a famous family. But among the Big Boss's suitors, there was never a lack of rich ladies. The one with the most perseverance was the daughter of a certain African chief. She freeloaded for food and drinks for two months in Bao Ze, showing an attitude of not giving up until she saw the end of the road. Later, it was the chief's father who sent people to bring her back. Because the two tribes were going to be connected by marriage, it would not be right for the daughter to stay in China to meet her lover.
When the Black Princess left, she shed a few catties of tears and left a farewell poem: Since ancient times, too much love leaves only regret. This hatred will never end.
He did not know where she had found this poem that she had pieced together.
Victoria sighed in her heart and turned to leave. After two steps, she turned back. "Who was that employee?"
She was struggling unwillingly. Dharmaraja said, "Li Xianyu, oh, the one who injured your brother." He guessed that Victoria had probably forgotten about Li Xianyu.
Victoria: "Him?"
.....
The clouds were green, like the eyebrows of a butterfly, slender and long, beautiful and glamorous, hence the name Mount Emei.
It was one of the four great grotto-heavens of Buddhism, known as the 'Holy Mountain Buddhist Kingdom'. There were twelve temples on the mountain, of which the Lianhua Temple was the largest. The current Buddha was the abbot of the Lianhua Temple.
The temple had an extreme path, which established its position as the head of the hundred temples.
In the Mahavira Hall, sunlight shone in through the hollowed-out doors and windows, shining on the floating incense.
Under the towering Buddha statue, a young girl stood. She raised her head, her face was fair, her chin was sharp, and her eyes were lively. There was a mole under her left eye, which added to her beauty.
A haggard old monk sat cross-legged on the cattail hassock behind the girl. He closed his eyes and chanted in a low voice.
"Last time, I crushed the Buddha with one foot, and now I erected a taller and brighter golden body." The girl clicked her tongue and said, "Old bald donkey, I'll crush it again this time. Can you guys cultivate to a higher level next time?"
The old monk behind her opened his eyes and stopped chanting. He thought about it and said earnestly, "Almsgiver Li, the Buddha is innocent."
Great-grandmother said faintly, "The Buddha is innocent, but the people outside are not. I've lived for a hundred and fifty years, and I'm tired of the world. Don't stop me if I break my own spirit bead one day."
The Buddha sighed. "Tonight, I'll add a chicken drumstick to the vegetarian meal. Hide in the room and don't let anyone see you. I want my reputation too."
Great-grandmother smiled sweetly. "This world is beautiful, there's no need to fight and kill."
Footsteps could be heard. A young monk in a white robe stepped over the threshold and stopped behind the Buddha. He put his palms together and said, "Master, everyone is here. When do we start the meeting?"
Great-grandmother looked over. "Hey, old bald donkey, you've accepted another disciple. Look at him, he's so handsome. He must have chosen the wrong master. If he were to go to Tantric Buddhism to cultivate the Blissful Dhyana, wouldn't he be able to sleep with thousands of women? "
Jiese was born with good looks. He had red lips, white teeth, and bright eyes. He was the new disciple of the Buddha after Li Wuxiang. A few years ago, a film crew went up the mountain to film and took a liking to Jiese. They wanted him to be the third male lead, a young monk who was trapped in love. Lianhua Temple, of course, did not agree. The director doubled the salary and the Buddha agreed.
Later on, they wanted to sign him and make him a star. Unfortunately, they did not get what they wanted. The director sighed. He could have made a living with his face, but he chose to be a monk.
He had an even more famous title: the Successor of the Extreme Path.
The Buddha could accept many disciples in his life, but he only had one true disciple. He was called the Successor of the Extreme Path.
The current Taoist Master was also the Successor of the Extreme Path.
Therefore, Jiese had never stepped out of Mount Emei, but his reputation had spread throughout the world of Blood Descendants and even overseas.
The young monk looked down at his heart. His heart was like an ancient well, calm and unperturbed.
Great-grandmother took small steps forward and reached out her hand to touch Jiese's shiny bald head with a smile. The latter raised his arm to block it but failed to do so. The young monk's body flashed and he retreated several meters away. However, the female War Soul was faster than him. She reached the threshold first, as if she had been waiting for him.
Great-grandmother knocked on his bald head with her knuckles like a monk knocking on a wooden fish. She said in a soft voice, "My head hurts, my head hurts when I think about shoveling shit."
The young monk's expression changed.
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