There is an old villa in the outer suburbs of Fengcheng, hidden in a mountain stream, dark and quiet.

Deacon Nie stood in front of the bedroom, lowered his head and said respectfully: "Sir, the Blood Moon Massacre incident has begun to come to an end. The clown is dead, and the two mythical weapons have been recovered. However, the people behind the clown,

It has not been found so far. In the near future, a comprehensive search and roundup will be launched in Fengcheng."

The bedroom door was ajar, and someone could vaguely be seen lying on the hospital bed.

"Who killed the clown?"

An old, weak and decaying, yet majestic voice sounded.

Deacon Nie fell silent.

"Gu Cian's son, right?"

The old voice said: "The two mythical weapons were also taken away by him."

Deacon Nie looked gloomy and said in a low voice: "My subordinates are not doing their job well."

The old man was quite tolerant and said calmly: "Since he is Gu Cian's son, it is normal for him to have some talent. It is a pity to kill him twice in a row. He is a good seedling."

"Yes."

Deacon Nie echoed.

In the extraordinary world, the descendants of the Gu family are indeed full of talents, but unfortunately they are all cursed and their lives will be short-lived.

But they are still very useful when they are alive.

However, Gu Cian fell.

As the son of a fallen person, Gu Jianlin must be dangerous and will not be taken seriously.

"For a person like me who has a short life, it doesn't matter how good the mythical weapons are. I don't have to pursue it. Because the Ether Association still has to follow the rules. Even if the child is Gu Ci'an's son, we can't do it.

It’s too ugly. Once the thing is in his hands, he can just find a way to get it back later.”

The old man seemed to take a sip of tea and said: "But the question is, what does he want to do when he joins the association?"

Deacon Nie said nothing.

"Today, I received Minister Lu's report, which is a summary of the intelligence obtained by the child."

The old man said indifferently: "The kid claimed that there was someone else who caused the Blood Moon Massacre. Because at that time, Gu Cian was trapped at the lowest level of Qilin Immortal Palace. He said that this was what the clown said himself.

”

Upon hearing this, Deacon Nie sneered: "He just opened his mouth, does he have any evidence?"

"There is no evidence, but he will slowly look for evidence."

The old man said: "Let him retreat when he sees the difficulties. The rules of the Ether Association cannot be broken."

Deacon Nie put his hand on his chest and said in a deep voice: "I understand, sir."

"Go and find the person behind the clown."

The old man said: "Be quick."

Deacon Nie bowed deeply again.

At this time, a young man in a white suit came over, closed the door gently, made a gesture of invitation, and said coldly: "Deacon Nie, it's time for the saint to rest."

Deacon Nie nodded slightly and asked again: "Congressman Zhang, how long can the saint's body last?"

In the Ether Association, the Tribunal is the core authority.

As a deacon, he has just squeezed into the circle of power.

Above the deacons, there are members.

And above the parliamentarians, that is the real top of the pyramid.

Saint.

"There are still three months at most."

Councilor Zhang said coldly.

Deacon Nie was stunned and sighed: "I understand."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Councilor Zhang watched him leave, and suddenly heard an old voice in the room.

"Conservation."

The old man's voice sounded: "Help me do something..."

Today is a rare good weather, the sun is shining brightly and the sky is blue.

The bustling commercial street is crowded with people. Office workers rushing to catch the morning rush hour pass through the street. Occasionally, girls in short skirts walk briskly on the street. With the morning news broadcast on the screen of the building, everything is very peaceful.

Beautiful.

A dark Land Rover drove through the neighborhood like a ferocious beast, rampaging.

"Where are we going?"

Gu Jianlin asked curiously.

After breakfast, he was taken out, still wearing a hospital gown.

Lu Zicheng wore sunglasses and said calmly: "Deep Space Technology Building."

At this time, Chen Qing leaned over from the co-pilot and gave him a bag of clothes: "Take it and put it on."

Gu Jianlin took it and saw that it contained a black shirt and gray slim-fitting pants.

He took it and compared it and found that the size was just right.

"Yesterday, while you were asleep, I measured your body proportions."

Chen Qing glanced at him, her red lips raised in a rare move: "You have a very good figure."

Gu Jianlin was silent for a moment: "Sister Chen Qing, I am a male."

"You are not considered a male yet. You have three months to reach adulthood. You are a minor."

Chen Qing turned around and said calmly: "What is there for a child to be shy about? Just change your clothes."

Gu Jianlin said quietly: "Can you move the rearview mirror?"

Lu Zicheng shrugged his shoulders and was about to pull his hand away, but his hand was slapped away.

"The young master didn't have a good rest last night and was not concentrating. It might be unsafe to open the rearview mirror."

Chen Qing said lightly: "Just change it like this."

Gu Jianlin had no choice but to huddle under the seat and change his clothes.

By the way, I complained: "Isn't it good to have a good rest on the ancient martial arts route?"

In all the most ancient ways, the energy used by ancient martial arts is Qi. Qi can not only be used to fight the enemy, but also to take care of oneself. As long as they are alive, their bodies will be stronger.

"Ahem!"

Lu Zicheng coughed heavily, as if he was warning something.

Chen Qing fell into silence.

When Gu Jianlinzheng was curious, he saw the green-feathered parrot in the bird cage next to him suddenly broke free of its muzzle.

"The female ghost tastes really good!"

Gu Jianlin turned his head in surprise and looked at the green parrot.

Suddenly, a sharp and sharp braking sound sounded.

8:30 a.m., Deep Space Technology Building.

Gu Jianlin was wearing a black shirt and gray slim-fitting pants, standing on the street below the building, silent.

He had actually heard of this company a long time ago, because the foreign company where Uncle Su worked also cooperated with them.

But I didn’t expect that this is the company that the Ethereum Association belongs to.

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"Are you ready?"

Lu Zicheng said calmly.

Chen Qing stood next to him, with a bald and depressed parrot on his shoulder.

"What?"

Gu Jianlin turned around and asked.

"If you really want to choose to rehabilitate your father, then this road will be very difficult. In the more than three hundred years since the Ether Association was established, no descendant of the fallen has been able to survive here."

A faint smile appeared on Lu Zicheng's lips: "If you are afraid, it is still too late. Now go home and go to school and leave your father's matter to Chen Qing and me."

Gu Jianlin replied without even thinking: "I thought you were the kind of person who doesn't talk nonsense."
To be continued...