939: C939 Song Tianming's Fury

C939 Song Tianming's Fury

At first, everyone thought the girl was a spirit herb, but there was an immortal sealed in the depths of her soul. There was only one possibility, she had a deep relationship with the Western Mother Empress... It could even be the Western Mother Empress herself!

"What happened to the Queen Mother? In terms of power, who has our family ever been afraid of? Although those two are trapped outside the Nine Heavens, not even immortals can touch their children. "

The game on Bai Su's computer had already started operating. When she heard the Little Divine Dragon's words, she sneered and did not take those dangers to heart.

The Western Mother Empress's achievements in the path of immortality were very high, but there were people who were on par with her in many eras. Nuwa and Fuxi, Yellow Emperor, Green Emperor, Hsing Tian...

Those who had reached this level were more or less related to the Heavenly Court. In the legends, the Western Mother Empress was not a bad person, so she should not attack Dao Monarch Shen at all costs.

"Alright! Riches came from danger. I wish the child, Daolord, good luck. If he could establish a true connection with the Western Mother... It will be extremely beneficial to his future development... After all, it is difficult for us to break through to the Sovereign realm with our talent. That illusory Immortal realm is truly too difficult..."

Fairyland is the limit of the Dao pursued by all cultivators. It can be free from karma and no longer has to worry about one's lifespan. Even if one offends the Heavenly Dao, they will only be punished to turn into a statue. The real heaven is hard to destroy and the earth is hard to bury!

Legend has it that in an era, one can only achieve the Sovereign position of one person. The Little Divine Dragon and Bai Su are still stuck at this bottleneck. Without special fate, it is hard to break through.

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The next day, Song Tianming made a call to Mengyao and received the news that the invitation had failed. This woman didn't mention anything about her low-level tricks at all. She was blindly belittling Daolord Shen's talent. It was as if this was the only way to wipe away the emptiness in his heart.

"You f * cking piece of trash. You can't even handle such a small matter. What use does your father want you to have?"

Song Tianming was like a wild beast that had lost its rationality, fiercely making Mengyao angry. He directly threw his phone onto the sofa. The five ghosts' fortune was related to the survival of their family. More importantly, it was related to his life. He had an endless amount of wealth that he would never be able to spend in his lifetime. How could he be willing to be trapped by a tiny Fengshui Bureau?

"My dear, what's wrong with you? Don't be angry, okay?"

At this moment, a fair and beautiful foreign woman walked over from the hotel bed. She directly sat on his lap. It had to be said that this foreign woman's figure was extremely hot. Her long golden wavy hair was 183 cm in height, and her pair of long legs were incomparable to Mengyao.

This was a five-star hotel's presidential suite. Yesterday, Song Tianming had a business discussion late, and in addition, he was a bit tired, so he didn't drive home.

As for this woman, she was completely willing to deliver herself to his door. Not only was she considerate, her skills varied, and she wasn't jealous at all. She was a perfect lover.

For a wealthy person like him, countless women were willing to recommend themselves. As long as he posted a random post on his WeChat Moments, there would be hundreds of beautiful women responding. This was the magic of money.

"It's nothing. It's a little annoying."

Song Tianming did not have the slightest pity for a woman. He pressed her head down. The smart woman naturally knew what he needed.

He truly didn't have much time left, even though the clan had asked him to give Daolord Shen the proper treatment. However, that brat refused a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. As long as she made a request, it didn't matter if she wanted money or someone else's money. He would agree to it. He had originally intended for Mengyao to invite him.

But Mengyao screwed up this matter. This stupid woman wasted her painstaking efforts. There were not many things in his life that he could not solve with money. The most annoying thing was that he did not have enough money. Wasn't he just a Feng Shui master? Next time, put a knife on his neck and see if he would listen to his orders!

On the other side, after Mengyao put down the phone, she was unable to calm down for a long time. Ever since Song Tianming chased after her, he gradually revealed his true appearance. The difference between the two of them was too great. It was simply like the difference between heaven and earth. She didn't even have the qualifications to be willful.

In ancient times, there were good horses raised outside the Imperial Court. It was specially provided for the Emperor to ride alone and he could eat the best feed every day. From time to time, there were all kinds of snacks that improved the taste, but once they cried out, they would be carried out and beheaded. Was this fate good or bad? In short, they had no right to choose.

Thinking of this, Mengyao can't help but feel sad as she buried her head in her tears...

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After playing with Xiaoxi for a few days in Jiangdong, Daolord Shen prepared to return to his master's place to take a look. During this period of time, his two junior brothers had been urging him to return to get the one million yuan portion of the dividend. If his two junior brothers knew that the one million was all his own money, who knew what they would think?

Before he left, he received a call from Fatty. He said that he was going to go into seclusion to practice his sense of Qi. He also said that he had recently met a retired professor in the park and became friends while practicing Taiji Fist. After some understanding, he found out that the professor was actually an old senior in the archaeological world, and that he was a well-known figure in the circle. Many of his disciples and grand-disciples had become famous experts.

It just so happened that Fatty was very interested in antiques. After coming into contact with this kind of person, he could use his own ability to recommend him. Perhaps he could also participate in the next official excavation event.

Compared to Daolord Shen, he didn't say much. Although Fatty's low-grade heart technique wasn't of a high grade, it was many times more difficult than the Taichi gymnastics practiced by the elderly. It was normal for the two of them to share a common language.

As for the matters in the future, it was up to fate! If they were interested, they could also participate in this kind of official activity, or call Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai over. They loved money, and they also had some martial arts skills. They were definitely qualified foreign aid players!

He had already made preparations and even bought the train tickets for tomorrow, but he did not expect that there would be an accident at night.1

A group of black clothed people climbed over from the window outside under the cover of the night. These people were professional killers who had gone through inhumane training. There were a total of six of them. It was impossible to hire a killer at such a price with money alone. They also needed a strong rallying power to hire such a group of assassins in Jiangdong City. There were no more than five of them.

"This time, the employer said that the target is only the young man. Don't kill him, it's useful to bring him back alive."

"As for the other woman who shared the rent, let's see how she reacts! If she finds out, we'll just take care of her. Anyway, there's no place for her to be arranged."

The person in the lead used sign language to give orders. Everyone was already near the window, and they only needed to give an order to take action and bring Daolord Shen back.

"Understood, boss. This time, I guarantee that I'll be able to deal a fatal blow and take care of the co-renting person within five seconds."

This team was an international team, and the one who spoke was a white team member. He was a mercenary from a distant Siberia training camp, and his brain was always a little slow. However, the "rough work" he did was not ambiguous at all.

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