Beauty like the cloud of the Merry Emperor

What puzzled Chen Lingxuan was that although he felt signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation and the crystals in his body were much larger, which seemed to be comparable to the early stage of Golden Core, but his realm had not broken through at all.

However, what is surprising is that Chen Lingxuan's realm of spiritual consciousness, which he has been worrying about for a long time, has made a certain breakthrough and reached the peak of the early stage of Jindan.

And because the witch didn't use the technique of dual cultivation, her skills were only a little stronger, and she didn't improve much.

When the witch came to her senses, she gave Chen Lingxuan a resentful look, and said coldly, "You bastard, how dare you do such a nasty thing to me."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom the witch's eyes turned red, and she looked very aggrieved.

Chen Lingxuan took a meaningful look at this woman, and said kindly: "You are the one who wanted to do something to me, I just did it in advance!"

As soon as these words came out, the witch cried even more intensely, making Chen Lingxuan one head and two big, so he could only calmly comfort him: "Be good! Don't cry, I have a big stomach, and I will forget what happened today."

The witch roared angrily, "Get out!"

Chen Lingxuan put on his clothes, put his notebook into his backpack, read a little about the witch, took back the white cloth, and the sound-proof restraint, and shot a white light into the witch's body, saying: "After getting off the plane, your cultivation will recover, and you and I have no feelings for each other." , as far as today’s events are concerned, it’s just an accident, remember! This is an accident of an affair, goodbye! Hope to see you again in the future.”

After saying this, Chen Lingxuan didn't stop at all and walked out of the plane. After getting off the plane, he felt very comfortable smelling the air in Beijing. He looked around at the welcoming teams and the signs they held up.

Chen Lingxuan hesitated for a while, then took out his mobile phone, made a call, and said in a deep voice, "Hello! It's me, Chen, Ling, Xuan."

There was silence on the phone for a while, before a surprised voice said, "Are you not dead?"

"Do you want me to die?" Chen Lingxuan replied with a self-deprecating smile.

In a commercial building not far from Tsinghua University in Beijing, in a fragrant room on the sixth floor, there is a very beautiful girl, who is not very old, and looks like she is not around, but she shows a noble aura.

She held an Apple phone in her hand, and the screen was displaying a dialogue mode, and she said coldly, "What do you want to call?"

"What do you want?" On a street outside Beijing Airport, Chen Lingxuan was holding a second-hand mobile phone. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "I don't want to do anything, Song Yu, I just want to see my old classmates. This is the last time, and it is possible that we will never see each other again in the future."

Song Yu was silent for a while, and then said: "Okay! I promise you. When will we meet?"

"Tomorrow at noon! You can contact them, and I will pay for them to come to Room 38 of the five-star Huatian Hotel in Beijing."

After Chen Lingxuan finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to say anything.

He stared in the direction of Tsinghua University, with a complicated expression on his face, and murmured: "Song Yu, this is the last time we will meet. I hope tomorrow's party will not go wrong. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

In the end, a murderous aura erupted from Chen Lingxuan's body, causing the passers-by around him to leave in fear.

In Beijing at night, it was flickering. Chen Lingxuan walked into a western restaurant, ordered a few western dishes, picked up a fork to tie up pieces of meat, chewed them in his mouth, and ate quietly. After 10 minutes, he paid the bill , left the restaurant.

At 50:[-], in the living room of a villa, an old man in his [-]s was sitting on the sofa, watching a TV series when his cell phone rang.

He frowned slightly, pressed the answer button, turned on the speakerphone, and put it to his ear, a moderate voice came from inside and said: "I am Huang Xuewu, the director of the intelligence agency. Please don't blame the director if you disturb him. I have received reliable news that a young man who is suspected to be the devil, Chen Lingxuan, has come to Beijing."

"The devil Chen Lingxuan?" The old man was startled, and furiously said: "What you said is true? Isn't Chen Lingxuan dead? We have also found his body, and the case has been closed. Director Huang , I suspect that your information is wrong. As a police officer, don’t you know the consequences of falsely reporting false information? This time, forget it, and don’t make an example.”

However, Huang Xuewu said in a deep voice, persistently: "My lord, this news came from someone close to Mr. Zhu, do you think there is something wrong?"

The old man was shocked and said: "What? It was reported by someone close to Mr. Zhu? Who is it?"

"Song Yu." Huang Xuewu seemed to have made a big decision, and said after taking a breath.

"Ah! It's the international star Song Yu." The old man was even more surprised: "She is now the master of Mr. Zhu's harem. The news from her should be correct, but is it true that the devil is still alive?"

Huang Xuewu said with a smile: "Miss Song asked me to tell you, the chief, that the devil Chen Lingxuan will have a party with a group of classmates in the five-star Huatian Hotel at noon tomorrow. I'm afraid of any accidents, so I want you to be on guard in advance." It's best not to let the devil Chen Lingxuan notice, and don't arrest the devil Chen Lingxuan."

"Okay!" The old man agreed straight away, "I will take care of these."

At the same time, in the living room of a luxurious villa, a 27-year-old young man hung up the phone, with a smile on his face, showing a slight anger: "Chen Lingxuan, you really didn't die, it's just that you took it away. After spending her first night, see how I settle accounts with you."

At [-]:[-], the United States, Washington, D.C., White House, in a hall, a middle-aged man with fair hair was sitting on a massage chair, holding a piece of white information paper, looked at it for a long time, and fell silent After a while, he opened his mouth and said: "He is not dead, Huaxia still has a good show to watch."

At 55:[-], England, London, in an underground secret room shrouded in black mist, a young man in black with practice clothes opened his sharp eyes, raised his right hand, and a jade tablet appeared in the palm of his hand, and his spiritual consciousness sneaked into it , After a long time, a strong murderous intent erupted from him, and he roared: "Damn guy, how dare you treat my daughter lightly. I will make you look good, disciple of Qiankun Sect, hehe, what is the leader of breaking the righteous way, a wolf-hearted sect. "

At ten o'clock, France, Paris, in a room of an underground palace, a middle-aged man in yellow showed an expression of interest, and murmured: "Hey! That kid appeared again. Who got it?"