Chapter 114 The birth of Canglong!
(Collect it, the red ticket is also lost, all kinds of tastes are unspeakable... I want to die!)
The Tibetan Film City is an inconspicuous city in the sky.
In heaven, there are many more powerful cities than it. From any point of view, the Tibetan Film City should not be favored by the shadow god.
However, when it comes to the owner of the Tibetan Film City, the forces within thousands of miles have changed.
Because he is a disciple of the Shadow God and has an unclear relationship with the Shadow God.
There are rumors that he is likely to be the illegitimate son of the Shadow God, so he has always been taken care of by the Shadow God.
But no one dares to confirm this rumor that no matter how ridiculous his behavior is, he is a powerful existence standing at the top of the heavens. Which guy with no eyesight dares to arrange their affairs?
Even if the owner of the Tibetan film city is really the illegitimate child of the shadow god, I'm afraid that no one dares to use this identity as an article. On the contrary, they have to tolerate the owner of the Tibetan film city more, because no one knows what kind of status this illegitimate child has in the heart of the shadow god, even if he is not favored and has something to do with the weak. Not many people dare to provoke.
There are not many people who still exist in the world. People who can compete with those who break the weak are either a powerful person in heaven or a hermit who devotes themselves to cultivation. It is really rare for people like the owner of the Tibetan Film City who have no identity and no strength.
But in any case, it is a fact that the shadow god is going to visit the Tibetan cinema. The behavior of a strong man will affect countless forces to act for it. Even if the behavior of the shadow god is unintentional, some people who smell it still understand that the owner of the Tibetan cinema city will rise after this.
"Give me some points. Even if there is something wrong with the details this time, I can't forgive you!"
In the owner's mansion of the Tibetan Film City, a middle-aged man who looks like a housekeeper is commanding many slaves in the Nine Palaces and Returning to carry a lot of banquet supplies.
Most of these things are the treasures of the Tibetan Film City and the treasures of the filial piety of the surrounding small forces. Usually, the owner of the Tibetan Film City is reluctant to take it out, but this time it is different. Although their Tibetan Film City is only a small city, not everyone can get the opportunity to receive the opportunity to break the deficiency.
Even if the Shadow God doesn't like these things, they have to hold up the scene, at least they can't let the Shadow God feel that the Film City doesn't care about this banquet.
"Big stewor, they seem to be coming back soon." Suddenly, a slave came over with low eyebrows and said, "Their task this time should be to pick spiritual fruits, right?"
"Hm?"
When the steward heard his words, his eyebrows suddenly raised and looked at the busy slaves. Seeing that no one looked in his direction, he waved to the low-browed guy and motioned him to follow.
Taking him to a remote corner, the stewel held his stomach and said in a low voice, "Don't hide anything. Say it quickly!"
When the slave heard this, he hurriedly smiled flatteringly and said, "Big steward, I know that you have been thinking about other spirits. This is a good opportunity!"
"What good opportunity?" The stewor narrowed his eyes and patted him on the shoulder, "You have also been in the city for many years. You are an old man. Why do you speak so in moderation? When did I have an idea about Beiling? What you said makes me puzzled.
Being able to be a slave in the city lord's mansion, although there is no strong strength, his brain is absolutely good. After seeing the slave's eyes turned, he reacted and said with a smile, "What the big stewor's lesson is, the big stewer's lesson is!"
"So, there are some things that you still need to say less and do more. Do you understand?"
The stewer narrowed his eyes and looked like a fox.
But everyone who knows him well knows that his methods are definitely not as harmless as he seems.
As the first group to follow the owner of the Tibetan Film City, his fierce means have always been the sharp knife of the owner of the Tibetan Film City to deter the enemy.
It is impossible for any hero to have no one. Although the owner of the Tibetan Film City is not as good as the master in cultivation, he is still quite talented in the use of people.
Although this guy has occupied the position of stewing for so many years and has done a lot of things with this right, the owner of the Tibetan film city still turns a blind eye.
A person who dares to use power for personal gain is actually better. As long as he still needs to give him power every day, he can't live without his control every day.
This stewor is also a smart person. He has always known how to maximize enjoyment and does not make the owner of the Tibetan film city disgusted.
However, the other spirit he looked at was not the same as those women before.
Beiling used to be the only daughter of a big force, and she had a marriage contract with the owner of the Tibetan Film City. Although her power has fallen down now, and the marriage contract with the owner of the Tibetan Film City has also been dissolved because she is now a slave, just because she is the former fiancee of the owner of the Tibetan Film City, there is no one who dares to hit her in the Tibetan Film City. There are a few.
Even this stewener who is deeply trusted by the owner of the Tibetan Film City can only think about it in his heart, and can't really do anything.
"Big stewist, as long as you do something in the spiritual fruit picked by other spirits this time, and then threaten her to poke things to the city owner, you won't be afraid that she won't behave obediently." The slave said in a low voice, "This time, the Lord Shadow God came to our Tibetan Film City. The city owner is very concerned about this matter. Even if he is still thinking about his old love with other spirits, I'm afraid he will not allow her to cause any omissions. And Beiling must also know this. If she doesn't want to give up on her as her only backer in the Tibetan Film City, then this time, she must be the dish in charge of your plate. You can eat whatever you want!"
"Ha ha, you." The stewul patted him on the shoulder again, but this time it was a kind attitude.
The slave understood that his idea had entered the eyes of the stew manager.
Of course, this is not to say that the stew manager can't come up with a similar idea. People at the height of the big stewmer have too many things to worry about. Even if they have to do it, they can't do it according to their own will. At this time, they need some smart people to come out and pretend to contribute, which also gives the big stewendant an excuse and a way out.
This approach is very dangerous. If things happen, you can certainly get a glorious road, but if things are exposed, the steward will definitely push him out regardless.
After all, he is just a slave. He has no status. No one will believe what he says, but the big steward is different. He is in a high position and has high power. Even the owner of the Tibetan film city should take into account his feelings. If the matter is exposed and there is a scapegoat, the city owner will not be embarrassed to follow him. The old meritorious minister.
All this is gambling. He bet his life on the big stewer and made him happy. Then his future life will be a little better.
After letting the slave retreat, the big stewor narrowed his small eyes, but he didn't know when there was an extra piece of fine silk in his hand. It seemed to be the corner of a piece of clothing, and the tear was very irregular, and he didn't know which woman's legacy.
"Bie Ling, Bie Ling, I've been thinking about you for a long time. This time, you can't escape the palm of my hand, can you?"
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Outside the city owner's house, opposite is the big house where the slaves live.
This house is extremely complex. There are many slaves living in it, so the construction is particularly huge. Even the old slaves who have lived for many years will get lost if they are not careful.
When Beiling, Xue Qing and others returned to the house, they sent the fruit to the city owner's house without rest.
The city owner's mansion is now busy, and no one cares about their beautiful scenery.
"Sister Ling, he won't be fine with that man, will he?"
After sending all the fruits to the city owner's mansion, when she went out, Xue Qing finally couldn't help asking.
Bie Ling glanced at her, smiled at the corners of her lips, and asked softly, "Is our Xiao Xueqing moved? Well, although that person is also handsome, he may be a good person or a bad person. Xueqing, you should think about it carefully.
"Sister!" Xue Qing heard the words, and her face was blushed and a little shy. "My sister knows how to laugh at me. I'm just worried that the man will not survive and die in the house."
"Don't worry, his injury is actually not serious. It's just some skin injuries. Even without our treatment, it won't be long before he can wake up by himself."
After all, Bie Ling used to be a lady. In addition to her strong strength, she also practiced some miscellaneous studies and knew more or less about medicine, so her words made Xue Qing let go of her worries and see a smile again.
After the public girl returned to the place where the female slave lived in the house, they dispersed separately.
I've been busy for a long time today. Even with some dangerous places in the mountains, even with their strength, they have to do their best to deal with it. So now, all the women are a little tired. At this moment, they all rush back to rest. I'm afraid they will be busy tomorrow.
Biling and Xueqing took some elixirs and went to a more remote room.
Xue Qing couldn't wait to open the door, and the sunshine behind her poured into the door, pulling her shadow to the elder.
However, the scene in the door stunned her.
"This...why...why can people be gone?"
Xue Qing looked at the empty bed and then subconsciously looked back.
But at this moment, a cold touch came from her neck, preventing her from turning back.
"What are you going to do?" The other spirit behind him exclaimed, but then he was also choked.
"Lord of Death..."
Lin Fan opened his blood-red eyes and didn't seem to be very conscious.
Xue Qing was scared by the sword he put on her neck and didn't even dare to say a word. In her eyes, the strong other spirit was also subdued with one move and could not resist at all.
"Ah!!!"
Suddenly, Lin Fan loosened his ancient sword, loosened his hand holding the white and tender neck, and knelt down in pain.
Somehow many strange memories appeared in his mind.
This memory is too huge to burst his knowledge!
Moreover, the power in his body could not be restrained at this moment, forming a violent spiral nest, concentrated on the gray mark in the middle of his eyebrows!
Roar!!
A terrible dragon roar sounded, and the dragon came out of his forehead, and was immediately illuminated by a mysterious divine light, turning into a pure black vitality!
The birth of the dragon!