Mostima said quietly to the man beside him: "Old Zhou Yuan is only willing to sell me half of his face. This matter can be dropped, but he cannot give your son back."

A man with a bitter look on his face also said quietly: "He still looks down on people so much."

Mastima chuckled and said: "This son is gone if he is gone. Anyway, his refining failed. Even if you rescue him and his soul is mixed, he will not be the same one. Why be so stubborn."

The man with a bitter look on his face did not speak. He was silent for a long time before he said: "I decided to quit the Soul Sect and go to China in person."

Mastema glanced at this old friend playfully. When the Soul Sect was established, the two of them were partners in conquering the world. He also found it incredible what happened this time. This old friend was not just a son. How could he

Would you attach so much importance to this practice that it would be abolished?

Mostima was not interested in exploring the background of this old friend and said: "Once you leave, you may not be able to come back."

The man with a bitter look on his face replied: "Then I'll leave and never come back."

After his old partner left, Mostima made another call to Zhou Qiusheng. After making this call, he stood alone by the window and watched the bitter-smelling man get into the helicopter.

I couldn't help but smile and said to myself: "I also want to go to China."

Zhou Qiusheng put down Mostima's phone and asked, "There's something weird about that nightmare named Juju, so you insist on staying?"

Hu Huan hesitated and said, "I just think it's unfair. That little girl is a bit pitiful."

Zhou Qiusheng shook his head and said: "It has become a nightmare, and it is no longer the same kind as us."

"Although they retained everything they had during their lifetime, they did not retain human customs."

"Let's send her on her way as soon as possible."

Hu Huan sighed. He was also one of the participants in creating the Netherworld Law. How could he not know that the Netherworld Law is irreversible?

The original design was to preserve life, and when the golden age of cultivation comes, the form can be reversed, the human body can be restored, and the path of cultivation can be resumed. But in fact, once one becomes a nightmare, he can never go back, and he cannot become a monster again.

Humanity.

Even the current Soul Sect has not been able to master the method of restoring the human body.

If they had, the current Soul Sect would no longer be like this.

Hu Huan decided not to think about this problem. Even though he was extremely intelligent, he had still encountered countless things that he couldn't figure out in his long life of more than 700 years.

Compared to those who can't figure it out and insist on wasting their time, Hu Huan is more willing to do something that he can figure out.

Zhou Qiusheng rearranged the banquet. Of course Hexel and Su Susu couldn't eat anymore, but Hu Huan could still eat some with Ling Xiao.

As a thug and possessing the power of gluttony, Hu Huan could not be bothered by just one or two meals.

The group of people just missed class all day. In the afternoon, Zhou Qiusheng said to Hu Huan: "Old friend, I'm going back now. Please let my secretary handle some finishing matters."

He stood up and walked away in such a cool manner without saying goodbye.

Hu Huan watched Zhou Qiusheng leave, leisurely, as if he had returned to more than a hundred years ago. At that time, countless people with lofty ideals, in order to save the practice and save the world of practitioners, came out of their secluded places in the mountains and forests, traveled to various countries, and met constantly.

Various friends discussed their own secret methods of cultivation and exchanged their analysis of the original mechanism of heaven and earth, which was also called the source power at that time.

Everyone came in a hurry, brought their own knowledge and wisdom, and after a discussion, left in a hurry to share their gains with more people.

There were no modern communication tools at that time, and various application methods of classical methods could no longer be used.

Practitioners all over the world can only rely on their feet, their brains, and their mouths to share their experiences, knowledge, insights, understandings, conjectures, and even attempts with others one by one, and get more from others.

Much harvest.

Back then, Hu Huan spent almost every day traveling. Every day he was either on his way to attend a seminar on the practice of spiritual practice, or on his way to talk at a conference on the creation of a new method.

It was a tragic and glorious day.

Everyone doesn’t know where the future of spiritual practice is and when their life span will end.

But it is also a day full of life. Everyone is striving for a common goal. There are no disputes. The disputes are all in the seminar. There are no differences. The differences are all in the choice of the way forward.

Every practitioner is like an old friend.

Hu Huan traveled all over the world, to more than a hundred countries and thousands of cities. In almost every country and every city, there were people who were willing to get close to everyone and entertain distant friends with the most wonderful food and the most comfortable environment.

kind-hearted people.

Hu Huan could even go straight from Europe to the Americas, and then to Asia without bringing a penny with him.

What is money?

What is matter?

None of it is important. What is important is our future path.

Hu Huan sighed. Although he was in a trance just now, it seemed that he had returned to that era. After the friends got together, they exchanged their findings and then separated, each starting another journey to find more answers.

But he also knew that this was really an illusion.

Although they have looked for countless ways, they have not been able to find the answer. The real answer is to wait for the recovery of vitality and the surge of spiritual energy.

Now all the dedication and efforts made back then have turned into results.

It's a pity that most of the old guys are gone.

Those who enjoy the final results are almost not Hu Huan's old friends, but the newcomers.

To him, almost all practitioners and professionals are newcomers.

Zhou Qiusheng's female secretary took the time to change into professional attire and wash herself a little. She just didn't have time to put on makeup and just traced her eyebrows a little.

This kind of light makeup actually makes her more elegant.

It's just that this female secretary is still timid. She was almost killed twice today.

After Zhou Qiusheng left, she took a document and said to Hu Huan: "The boss asked me to acquire a company. He holds 80% of the shares and you hold 20%. The legal representative is Miss Hexel, Su Susu

I made the decision without permission and made it the assistant to the president."

"These documents will become effective after you sign them."

The female secretary is really envious. Hu Huan and his boss can easily obtain 20% of a company's shares just because they are netizens. This is a huge amount of assets.

Moreover, according to Zhou Qiusheng's arrangement, a batch of spiritual objects compensated by the Soul Sect will also be sent to Beijing and become one of the company's properties.

Although the female secretary is an ordinary person, she knows the world of professionals. After all, she is working for Zhou Qiusheng. How could she know nothing about the extraordinary world?

Hu Huan didn't say much, signed his name casually, and said to her: "Help me take the bronze box in the corner to the Museum of Modern Literature."

After saying these words, he stood up and said to Ling Xiao and Su Susu: "Let's go back."

As for Hexel, Hu Huan ignored it at all.

Although the other party is a top level three professional, as my husband of more than seven hundred years, the fox, level three...

Sooner or later he will do the same, and he will even surpass it.

When Zhou Qiusheng goes out, Hu Huan will not take action against Hexel, but to say that he has any affection for this gray-eyed beauty is nonsense.

We have never had a meal together, how can we have a good impression?

In Hu Huan's eyes, someone else's invitation does not count as having a meal together.

What's more, this time, although it was arranged by Zhou Qiusheng, Hexel still owed him a meal if it was considered a treat.

Seeing Hu Huan about to leave, Hexel summoned up the courage to stop him and said, "Those spiritual objects are very important to me, can you return them to me?"

"I am now considered an employee of yours. With these spiritual objects, I will definitely be able to work more efficiently."

Hu Huan smiled slightly and threw the three spiritual objects over. When he passed by Hexel, he said lightly: "You have to thank Qiu Sheng."

Hexel was quite angry and thought to himself: "If I hadn't met Zhou Qiusheng, how could I have behaved like a first-level thug like you?"

But Hexel didn't know that Hu Huan would never let her go without Zhou Qiusheng. This husband fox actually held a grudge.

Hu Huan took two girls and swaggered back to the Museum of Modern Literature. He stayed at Zhou Qiusheng's place for the whole day, and it was already evening when he came back.

But the moment he stepped into the hall, he felt a tense atmosphere, because the yard, which was usually empty except for the students, was already filled with several military vehicles and hundreds of soldiers waiting in formation.

As soon as Hu Huan appeared, Linghuyin also appeared, stopped the soldiers who came to check, and said to Hu Huan: "Follow me."

Hu Huan also knew that it would be impossible for him to make such a big noise, and it would be impossible to easily pass the test. The fallacies of netizens could deceive ordinary people, but... some forces can check the entire network.

Whether he communicated with Zhou Qiusheng on the Internet or not was impossible to hide from the technical staff of the relevant departments.

"How can this be done?"

"I talk nonsense all day long, and I'm very tired!"

"I want to live a simpler life."

With a tangled look on his face, Hu Hua was taken to a small conference room by Linghuyin. Although it was a small conference room, it was two to three hundred square meters, enough for twenty or thirty people to hold a meeting together.

Waiting for him in the conference room was Yan Lingse and a group of people in military uniforms.

When Yan Lingse saw Hu Huan, she said with dignity like a head teacher: "Tell me about what happened with Zhou Qiusheng."

Hu Huan coughed lightly and said: "He didn't let me say it, saying that... if I said anything casually, he would kill a few people immediately."

When Hu Huan said this, his face did not change, and he did not breathe heavily. He really felt that he should not be called Hu Huan, but should be called Hu Huan!

But there was nothing he could do. He didn't know what to say except nonsense.

Could it be that he is a seven-hundred-year-old fox, and now that he has been reincarnated, he will use hundreds of years of cunning wisdom to climb to the top of the world again?

If these truths are told, I am afraid that these people will mistakenly think that he is crazy. It is easier for people to believe and more logical than lying.

Hu Huan's words are really powerful.

I originally wanted to cross-examine Zhou Qiusheng and Hu Huan about their relationship and what they said. I even drafted a meeting minutes of at least 80,000 words to cross-examine this young classmate Haosheng carefully. The bottom falls off.

But there was no such word in all of them, and it was completely wiped out.
To be continued...