Global Reincarnation: Spending 1 billion at the beginning

Luo Yun smiled, making Ren Yingying feel unnatural all over, as if she was being burned by flames.

"I want you to be my concubine, are you willing?"

Ren Yingying was in a daze again, then became angry and shouted: "Wishful thinking."

"Forget it, anyway, I don't miss you as my concubine. It's just that I am the deputy leader now. If you become my concubine, you will naturally become my elder."

"When the time comes, it will be a matter of course for me to save your father."

"If you don't agree, it's your own business. The four friends of Meizhuang, tsk tsk, they will become stronger and stronger!"

After hearing these words, Ren Yingying was in a daze again.

After a long time, Luo Yun didn't feel impatient at all.

Finally, Ren Yingying said with difficulty, "I can promise you, but now you have to rescue my father."

Luo Yun nodded happily: "No problem!"

Dongfang Bubai watched all this. Because of her favorability, she did not stop her at all and said: "Then you are welcome to join."

Although Ren Yingying felt a little shy and even desperate, she still looked shy because Luo Yun had already been in her heart.

At night, there was not a single star, not a crescent moon, only the silent cold wind and the whimpering whistling.

The high-rise attic was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and there was laughter, laughter, and the sound of harps and harps.

Luo Yun's voice is very magnetic and full of emotions. He is not a heartless person, he is just passionate.

Passionate, infatuated, seven-emotional, ruthless, sometimes countless people in the world wander among these in their lives.

The world's turmoil comes from my generation, and once I enter the world, time rushes me.

In the chat and laughter of Huangtu Hegemon, life is a drunken experience.

He held his sword while riding astride and swung the ghost rain, causing bones as white as a mountain bird to fly away in fright.

Things in the world are like tides and people are like water. Only a few people in the rivers and lakes return.

Singing in a low voice and melodious, it tells all the vicissitudes of the world and all the grievances and hatreds in the world.

The past has been swept away by waves, and a new chapter has been concluded.

Three miles away from West Lake Plum Village, there is a simple thatched house.

A middle-aged man with Chinese characters and a resolute face. A young man wearing Tsing Yi with a touch of vicissitudes of life, a touch of loss and a touch of sweetness in his eyes.

The two men wielded their swords and competed with each other.

"Brother Xiang, your swordsmanship is getting better and better. It's really amazing."

"Haha, Brother Linghu is not bad either. You have completely mastered the essence of Dugu Nine Swords. Senior Feng Qingyang did not choose the wrong person. Maybe you can beat Huang Zhonggong next time."

These two people were Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong.

"I'm joking to my eldest brother, "Huang Zhonggong is an old man with extremely powerful skills. I can't compare to him no matter what."

"Brother Linghu is belittling himself. In today's world, I am afraid that only young talents like you are worthy of being a holy aunt. As long as you practice martial arts diligently, this old guy Huang Zhonggong is just suffering from ringworm. I believe he won't be able to survive much."

In time, he will have nothing to worry about."

The two people were talking. Suddenly, they both stopped and looked into the distance.

Not long after, the sound of horse hooves came.

A sweat-blooded horse with shiny hair and blood all over its body galloped over.

On horseback, a man and a woman were laughing and talking.

When Linghu Chong saw this scene, he covered his chest with heartache and unconsciously murmured, "Yingying"

Xiang Wentian opened his mouth, not knowing what to say and not a single sound came out.

The next moment, two people appeared in front of Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong.

"Holy aunt!"

"Yingying!"

Xiang Wentian and Linghu Chong shouted in unison, as if they were expecting something.

Luo Yun turned his head and looked around, frowning unconsciously.

Ren Yingying's face was even more indifferent, and she said: "Uncle Xiang and Young Master Linghu, let's go in now. This time, father will definitely come out."

"Yingying!" Linghu Chong took a step forward, as if to grab Ren Yingying's hand.

Ren Yingying dodged.

Linghu Chong looked at it dreamily, his face full of disbelief.

Luo Yun was already impatient and scolded: "Yingying is what you can call, huh, you don't know whether to live or die."

Luo Yun really had nothing to say about Linghu Chong. If it were based on the original work, Luo Yun wouldn't be disgusted with him even if he didn't like him.

But now he has finally seen the real Linghu Chong, who abandoned his master and mistress, and even the entire Huashan sect, for a mere woman.

When he joined the Huashan Sect, he never saw Linghu Chong. And according to the information from the Sun Moon Sect, Linghu Chong basically never returned to Huashan after he and Ren Yingying were together.

Luo Yun was disgusted with this kind of wolf-hearted guy.

But after all, he was a member of the Huashan sect, so Luo Yun was not ready to get things done. So his face turned cold, he cursed, and then he clicked it with one finger.

It hit Linghu Chong's Qi Hai Dantian, and with a hiss, Linghu Chong fell to the ground exhausted.

His martial arts skills have been abolished and he has become a veritable useless person.

After knowing the secret knowledge of Wuyue Sword Sect, he did not think about reporting it to his master and his wife, but kept it to himself.

After learning the Dugu Nine Swords, keeping the bullshit promise and not telling the elders of his disciples, let alone imparting advice, is heartless and unjust.

Befriending a flower-picking thief, not caring about the other person's wrongdoings and evil deeds, but saving him many times, showing no ethics and selfishness.

In the end, he turned against his master and pushed his master into the abyss of death with his own hands. He was ungrateful.

What use is there in this world for such a heartless, selfish, and ungrateful person?

That's all, let him spend the rest of his life to atone for his sins and wander in pain. Without martial arts, he will bear the ruthless ridicule of the world.

Luo Yun then looked at Meizhuang indifferently and ignored this guy again.

But Xiang Wentian quit. He is the King of Heaven, and he is the devil of the Demon Cult.

He had been friends with Linghu Chong these days and had already identified with this little brother. Now that this unknown person in front of him directly destroyed Linghu Chong's internal strength without saying a word, how could he give up?

"What a great skill! Who are you?" Xiang Wentian shouted angrily, eyes wide open, looking at Luo Yun.

Luo Yun was helpless. He accomplished a good thing last night and had a romantic night. He originally wanted to give Ren Yingying some face, but no matter what, some people want to die, so let him do it!

Luo Yun didn't say a word. He raised his hand and pointed sharply.

"laugh!"

Xiang Wentian was horrified. He was not Linghu Chong, nor was he distracted. He had always been wary of the person in front of him.

So when Luo Yun took action, he had already noticed it, but he suddenly realized that even if he noticed it, he couldn't hide.

There are conspiracies and conspiracies in the world, and at the same time, there are also forces to subdue ten societies, and all laws are like the tide.