Beauty like the cloud of the Merry Emperor

At this time, Huang Xiuwen's face showed spring, and her eyes were full of affection. She seemed to be recalling something, a memorable past.

At six o'clock in the evening in Nanjing City, at the railway station, a young man walked out with a backpack on his back, got into a taxi, and said boldly, "Go to the airport."

The driver was a middle-aged man with a square face. He chuckled and said, "What's your name, little brother?"

"Let your surname be Wang."

The young man sat in the passenger seat and said in a calm tone.

The driver started the car and headed straight to the airport. Out of curiosity on the way, he asked, "Brother Wang, what are you doing at the airport?"

"Go to the capital, Beijing."

The young man smiled and said kindly.

"Brother Wang, are you going to Beijing to find a job?"

the driver asked again.

The young man smiled, shook his head and said, "No, I have something to do when I go to Beijing."

"Oh!" The driver laughed and said, "So that's how it is! I thought, Brother Wang, are you going to Beijing for tourism or looking for a job?"

Hearing this, the young man asked with great interest, "Do I look like a traveler?"

"Like, of course I do." The driver smiled and said, "Brother Wang is so handsome, he probably already has a girlfriend!"

The young man didn't seem to want to answer this question, and fell silent.

The driver didn't ask questions, but chatted about some household matters, and the young man also said a few words from time to time. Although he was interested, it was very ordinary.

It wasn't until [-]:[-] am that I arrived at the airport. The young man paid the fare, got off the car, boarded the direct flight to Beijing, and sat in the VIP seat.

Although there are some people in this area, they are very few, limited to less than a thousand people, and those who have the strength to sit in this position are generally powerful figures.

The young man was Chen Lingxuan. After he got off Qiankun Mountain, he took a taxi from the county seat at the foot of the mountain to the local urban area, then took a train to Nanjing, and then took a taxi to Nanjing Airport to fly to Beijing.

The route was like this, and Chen Lingxuan didn't mind the trouble. When he got on the plane, he found a middle seat, put his backpack in the inner seat, sat there, and opened his notebook.

This time out of the mountain, the element of experience may be only a little bit. Chen Lingxuan's real goal is to contact Wang Xingao. For this reason, he bought a mobile phone and a notebook.

But Wang Xingao's original number couldn't get through. This was expected by Chen Lingxuan. After the last riot in Shanghai, Wang Xingao would definitely change the phone number.

I bought a notebook to find out what happened to him half a month after he disappeared. As soon as he turned on the phone, Chen Lingxuan looked at the latest news. There was a piece of news that made Chen Lingxuan almost vomit blood with anger.

There were eighteen pictures of Chen Lingxuan's death. After looking at these pictures, Chen Lingxuan was sure that the person on them was indeed him, but this person was pretending to be him to deceive everyone's attention.

At this moment, a voice full of temptation sounded: "Hey, can I sit there?"

Hearing this voice seemed not far away from him, Chen Lingxuan looked up, and saw a beautiful girl in trendy clothes, staring at him with curious beautiful eyes.

Sweeping over with his spiritual sense, Chen Lingxuan was startled. This seemingly beautiful girl was actually a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, but her body exuded a faint black energy, which was obviously a person in the way of the devil.

Naturally, Chen Lingxuan would not have a good temper towards a female monk of the magic way. He snorted coldly and said, "If your Excellency wants to find a seat, there are others in the next row. Why do you want me?"

"You're so funny, I just want to sit here with you, okay?"

The girl said coquettishly, a dazzling red light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and it shot directly at Chen Lingxuan's eyes.

"Evil way, mere coquetry, dare to use it in my hands? You want to die."

A gleam flashed in Chen Lingxuan's eyes, his expression was slightly angry, he snorted coldly, and said through sound transmission, his spiritual consciousness was released, covering the girl's whole body, and a powerful pressure swept away from the girl's mind.

The girl's delicate body trembled, but she recovered in the blink of an eye, and said via voice transmission: "Friend Daoist, your spiritual consciousness is no match for mine, why force it? Why don't you let the little girl sit by your side?"

Chen Lingxuan heard the obvious threat. Considering that the witch would not hurt him, he nodded and said, "Okay, I will let you sit in this seat."

Chen Lingxuan took the backpack and put it on the back as a cushion. Seeing this, the girl smiled and said, "If it was like this earlier, how good would it be?"

I have to say that this girl looks very good-looking when she smiles. Compared with Huang Xiuwen, she is a little more charming, which makes Chen Lingxuan also want to enjoy this girl's figure.

It's just that this thought was quickly erased by him, because he knew that it was the other party's charm. By meditating on the meditation technique, Chen Lingxuan finally calmed down.

And the witch also sat on Chen Lingxuan's left, but as soon as the girl sat down, she dishonestly put one hand around Chen Lingxuan's left arm, letting Chen Lingxuan's arm touch the girl's jade rabbit on purpose, and smiled , provocatively said: "I don't know which school the handsome guy is a disciple"

"Is it necessary for me to tell you?" Chen Lingxuan sneered, and shook off the woman's jade hand.

The witch didn't get angry at all. She looked at the picture on the notebook, her face showed some interest, and said with a smile: "Don't you handsome guy think that you are a bit like the devil in the picture, Chen Lingxuan?"

"Of course I do! Because the devil is me!"

Chen Lingxuan said sarcastically: "I don't know my answer, is the beauty satisfied?"

The witch sneered and said, "Could it be that handsome guy wants to divert my attention? Between July [-]th and July [-]th, you obtained the inheritance of Guxiu, and performed the blood sacrifice in Leishan Village on July [-]th. On the second day, he offended the top ten aristocratic families in the capital and the Zhou family in Nanjing in Leishan Village."

"On July 11th, you returned to your hometown in Heilongjiang and suffered revenge from six military forces. In your rage, you killed Lieutenant General Chen Yuyuan and destroyed more than ten fighter jets. Square, extorting [-] billion U.S. dollars with the ability of monks."

"Later you bought Qixing Villa and kidnapped [-] students that night. From July [-]th to July [-]th, you took these students, trained them in various skills, and brought them to the Northeast to defeat the Northeast Gang and make the Northeast help disband."

"On July 21, you met disciples of five sects, and your cultivation base was completely lost. On July 22, you disappeared. Your brother Wang Xingao led a war army and launched a coup in Shanghai. On July [-], Shanghai rioted, and you Appeared, wanted to leave Huaxia that night, but was forced to jump off a cliff."

"Afterwards, you disappeared for another seven days. When you appeared at the Evil Elimination Conference, you were captured by Hun Yuanzi of the Chaos Sect, and then captured by Daojun Qianxu, a middle-stage monk of the Qiankun Sect, and trapped in the Qiankun Sect. Ten days later , You appeared in the sect of the Qiankun Sect, and you have worshiped Huang Xiuwen, the guardian of the left, as your teacher. I think you should have compromised and handed over the inheritance of Guxiu."