Yuxiang

Nine like the world.

Murong Xianxian sat cross-legged in front of the huge cliff with her five hearts facing the sky, wisps of light fell from the word 'Bing', and the sound of Dao Lun slowly flowed through her body and mind... With the sound of 'Boom', Murong Xianxian only felt Yuan Shocked, he was ejected out of Jiuru World.

Is it crazy?

She trembled in her heart, and carefully inspected her brain and dantian, but she didn't suffer any damage, but her mental power was exhausted, and she was a little tired. After thinking about it for a while, the profound meaning of Bingzi inheritance flowed in her heart, intact.

what 's the truth?

Murong Xianxian couldn't figure it out, but her mental power was consumed too much, and she didn't dare to try it immediately when she couldn't figure it out, so she started to run the "Longevity Formula" to nourish her mental power with witchcraft .

After running for a week, she suddenly thought of the inheritance of military characters. The main purpose of this inheritance is energy, which is equivalent to the function of a gathering spirit array and an energy converter. While running "Longevity", she began to operate the inheritance of military characters... In an instant, Murong Xianxian felt the spiritual energy around her rushing in like a tsunami. Her body and meridians were like a huge sponge, devouring the spiritual energy crazily and transforming them into witch power.

"If you practice at this speed, the improvement of your cultivation is definitely within reach!" Murong Xianxian was overjoyed, as if she had obtained a cheating tool.

Time passed unknowingly during the practice, and when Murong Xianxian finished the practice, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Has Xiaoxiao not come back yet?"

When I came to the living room, I saw Bai Suzhen and the others sitting there, and asked casually.

"Anxiu called. They have already finished class and are on their way back." Bai Suzhen replied.

"Oh! Is there anything to eat?" Murong Xianxian rubbed her stomach, feeling a little hungry.

"Yes, I just baked the snacks this afternoon." Xiaoqing responded and ran to the kitchen.

"Hey, this camera is pretty good." Murong Xianxian sat down on the sofa.Suddenly, I saw a camera on the coffee table, which seemed to be made in Germany.

"It was a reporter who fell in." Bai Suzhen recounted the day's events, and Murong Xianxian immediately laughed, "Go back and send the door to the post. I don't know how anxious it is. But,"

She suddenly remembered one thing: "They won't disturb Xiaoxiao, will they?"

Bai Suzhen and Peng Jun glanced at each other, hesitated and said: "Probably not, An Meiru didn't say that. I will remind them that the security guard called just now, saying that most of the reporters had already left, and only one girl stayed behind." , standing pitifully at the gate and looking into the villa."

"That's good."

Murong Xianxian glanced at the camera, and said with a smile: "That girl is the owner of the camera, right? Peng Jun, go and deliver it to her, it's very cold."

At this moment, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang, and Bai Suzhen handed it to Murong Xianxian.She took it over and saw that it was Su Zhiqiang's number.She pressed the answer button casually: "Boss Su, what's the matter?"

"Murong Xiu, do you have time today? I've already made an appointment with the patient's family members. If it's convenient for you, have a light meal tonight and visit the child." Su Zhiqiang said.

Murong Xianxian pondered for a moment: "Okay, where is it?"

"Yujia Restaurant. I'll book a table now and tell you later." Su Zhiqiang said.

"Row."

Murong Xianxian agreed concisely, and called Peng Jun: "Wait a minute. Peng Jun, take me to Yujia Restaurant, do you know the place?"

"I know." Peng Jun nodded.

"Okay, look at the car. I'll take the camera. I'll change my clothes first." Murong Xianxian got up and walked upstairs.

"Xiu, what should I do with the dim sum?" Xiao Qing just came out of the wing holding a dim sum plate, and was a little dissatisfied when she heard her go out.

"Of course I bring it." Murong Xian rushed up like a gust of wind...and came down quickly, wearing a purple down jacket, a pair of jeans, and a white turtleneck sweater inside, and her hair was tied up casually behind her head.

She held a handbag in her hand, stuffed the snack plate directly into the storage bag inside the handbag, and then picked up the camera and went out.

Normally when she went out, she still sat in the Citroen driven by Peng Jun. After waving to Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing who were standing on the steps, the car drove out of the yard and drove out of the villa along the road, and arrived at the gate of the villa in a short while.

"Murong Xiu, are you going out?" A security guard asked with a smile.

"That's right, Old Wang, just now I heard that there is another female reporter who hasn't left, where is it?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"That's not it,"

The security guard pointed to the front: "It's so cold, I don't know why?"

Murong Xianxian took out the camera and was about to get out of the car to send it over. Peng Jun caught the camera and said, "Xiu, I'll take it off. It's cold, so don't go down."

"I'm in better health than you." Murong Xianxian took back the camera, opened the door and got out of the car, and came to the side of the female trainee reporter who was shivering with cold.

"Excuse me, is this your camera?" Murong Xianxian said apologetically.

"its mine."

The trainee reporter quickly took the camera, inspected it carefully, and immediately showed a smile on his face: "It's great, it's not broken at all, but it scared me to death. Thank you...you are?"

"I'm Murong Xianxian. Please, you've been out in the cold for so long, and we're going to the city. If it's convenient, can we walk for a while?" Murong Xianxian asked with a smile.

The trainee reporter suddenly became excited: "You are Murong Xianxian? That's great..."

"not good."

Murong Xianxian smiled faintly: "I invite you to come with me to give you convenience and make up for the fact that the camera was left in my yard, but I will not accept interviews." After finishing speaking, she turned and got in the car.

"Hey, why didn't you accept the interview?" The trainee reporter asked anxiously, following behind.

"Why should I be interviewed by you?"

Murong Xianxian lowered her head, got into the car, turned around and glanced at the trainee reporter: "Still coming in?"

"Oh, thank you."

The trainee reporter hurried into the car and closed the door.

After the car drove onto the highway, she said: "You are a public figure now, and of course people will be interested in your background and life history."

Murong Xianxian shook her head: "Why should others be interested in my personal problems? Even if they are interested, why should I satisfy their interests. Besides, although I have a little money, there are many people richer than me in China Why did you want to interview me?"

"Because of your background, many people are curious." The trainee reporter said.

"That's it. You only use the secrets of digging people as a selling point for newspapers and magazines, and you don't care about the feelings of the parties involved. To be honest, I respect the profession of journalists, but I can't accept this kind of code of conduct." Murong Xianxian Close your eyes and don't want to talk anymore.

When the car entered the urban area, the trainee reader was put down, and Citroen drove away.

The phone rang, and Murong Xianxian glanced at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button: "President Su, I am."

"Well, Yujia Restaurant, box 306, remember, goodbye." Murong Xianxian turned off the phone and said to Peng Jun: "Slow down, I will also enjoy the night view of the Northern Pearl."

"Xiu, you grew up here, haven't you seen enough?" Peng Jun asked with a smile.

"Where did I have time to read before, school, home, part-time job, running in circles in three places, how can I have this kind of leisure and leisure." Murong Xianxian's tone was somewhat melancholy.

The neon lights on both sides of the road are bright and colorful. Although it is already night, for many people, the nightlife has just begun, and those big shopping malls have ushered in a small peak. Many people who have just got off work don’t care about going home. Go into the shopping mall to satisfy your shopping desire, and some are purely for watching.There is a constant flow of cars on the road, because it is off-duty time, so it is difficult to speed up.

After an unknown amount of time, Peng Jun's car pulled up to the side of the road and asked softly, "Xiu, the Yujia Restaurant is here. Shall we go in now?"

"Oh, I'll go in first, you park the car before you go in." Murong Xianxian hurriedly picked up the handbag, then opened the door to get off the car, and walked towards Yujia Restaurant.

Pushing open the glass door and entering the lobby, a waitress immediately came up and asked with a smile on her face, "Xiu, how many are you?"

"I've already reserved a seat, Room 306, surnamed Su." Murong Xianxian said.

"Follow me, please." The waitress guided ahead.

Room 306.

Murong Xianxian thanked the waitress politely, and then paid attention to the people in the room.

Both Su Zhiqiang and Zhang Hongmei knew each other... a young woman in her thirties, with a pretty face and quite a temperament, wearing a light gray professional suit and the appearance of a standard white-collar worker,

Standing beside her is a beautiful girl with black shiny hair, a pair of beautiful eyes under long eyelashes, a straight nose bridge, and a slightly upturned mouth, obviously inherited her mother's genes,

"Xiaowen, this is the owner of Wenxiangfang I told you about, Murong Xianxianxiu." Su Zhiqiang introduced: "Murongxiu, this is my friend Deng Wen, and this is her daughter Jiang Dan."

"Hello." Deng Wen didn't know whether to shake hands or perform other salutes, and felt quite awkward.

"I think everyone should sit down and talk." Su Zhiqiang gestured to the waiter, "It's time to serve."

"Jiang Dan, how old is this year?" Xiao Yuxin asked.

The girl only glanced at Xiao Yuxin when she first introduced them, and then she seemed to be distracted.

"Jiang Dan is 14 years old this year." Deng Wen said quickly.

"How long has she had this autism certificate?" Murong Xianxian asked.

"It should be...Jiang Dan fell ill suddenly when he was eight or nine years old."