I Can Track Everything

Before Gu Qingcheng could stretch his waist, Huayuelou became a piece of chicken feathers.

There were even many girls who subconsciously looked in the direction of Yi Ranju, with eagerness in their eyes.

"Miss... I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Yunzong was quite popular that day, and there were actually two saintess fighting for him."

The little servant couldn't do it with envy. In his opinion, the Holy Son of Yunzong was simply a winner in life that day.

"What do you know!"

Gu Qingcheng's eyes turned cold, he went downstairs directly, and walked in the direction of Yi Ranju quickly.

She felt faintly in her heart that the scene of the saintess robbing the saints was deliberately arranged.

And if that's the case... that's terrifying!

As she walked, her expression became more and more solemn, because there were more and more people on the road, and almost everyone went in that direction.

Even the city guards have come out to maintain order!

It didn't take long for her to arrive at a position close to Yiran House, but she couldn't do it any more if she wanted to move forward, because the road in front of Yiran House was already crowded with people.

Everyone raised their heads and looked in one direction. There was an old house there. It had completely collapsed at this time, and there were obvious traces of battle!

"I heard that the Lady of Red Lotus and the Lady of Youshuimen fought for hundreds of rounds and finally lost!"

"Really? It's so powerful! Is it really for the Holy Son of Yunzong that day?"

The people next to him were talking non-stop, and Gu Qingcheng listened attentively.

"Isn't it? The Holy Maiden of the Red Lotus Sect insisted on practicing alone with the Holy Son of the Sky Cloud Sect to discuss life. As a result, the Saint Maiden of Youshuimen was unwilling and started a fight."

"So exciting!"

"It's even more exciting. It is said that the red lotus saint is practising a special technique. It must be practiced alone with the male cultivator. Otherwise, she will go crazy and die!"

"Fuck! Look for me for this kind of thing! Although I'm a veteran, I'm still worthy of a fight!"

"The general is also willing to go!"

"You think it's beautiful, she is a saint!"

Hearing the discussion in his ear, Gu Qingcheng's face became extremely ugly.

She is almost certain that there is someone behind this, after all, where can there be such an unreliable saint?

But who will it be? Could it be Chen Chen, the son of Yunzong that day?

Impossible, how could that guy have such means?

But apart from that guy, she really can't think of anyone else, because this matter also has the participation of the Saintess of Yushuimen.

The one who can convince a saint of the thirty-six sects to disregard her face and do such a thing... I am afraid that only the shameless guy.

Thinking of this, Gu Qingcheng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

She couldn't think of such a method, and even if she did, she wouldn't have the resources.

"hateful!"

Stamping her feet angrily, Gu Qingcheng went back the same way. The anger she just let out yesterday was returned ten times as much today, which made her very depressed.

And the other side.

Countless noble sons have already sent people into Yiran Residence to inquire about how to rescue the Red Lotus Saint.

One by one, they declared that the saintess were in trouble, and they absolutely couldn’t wait for death.

...

On the second day, the number of passengers in Yiran Residence has more than doubled than usual.

And the sect-like environment in Yiran Residence also gave this group of people a very novel experience.

There are five floors in Yiran Residence, and each floor has a different sect style, as are the girls inside.

And with the change of their names, their worth naturally increased a hundredfold, but in just one day, Yi Ranju earned the money that could only be earned in the past few years.

When they were free, many girls wept with joy and thanked Chen Shen thousands of times.

They never thought that one day they would be able to enjoy the treatment that the oiran could not enjoy.

...

late at night.

An Jiuniang kowtowed several times in front of her mother's mourning hall.

If my mother was still alive, I would be able to smile at Jiuquan when I saw the situation in Yiran's house today.

Leaving the mourning hall, with the help of the moonlight, An Jiuniang couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that Chen Chen was in a daze in the yard.

You must know that tomorrow is the day of the thirty-six order battles, and the Holy Son did not rest earlier, what is he doing?

Thinking of this, An Jiuniang approached gently and whispered, "Could it be that the Holy Son is worried about tomorrow's sorting battle?"

"No." Chen Chen didn't look back, just looked at the bright moon above his head quietly.

"Why is that? Although Jiu Niang is stupid and can't solve problems for the Holy Son, she is willing to be a quiet listener."

An Jiuniang's tone was soft, and within a few days the Holy Son of Yunzong made Yiran the whole atmosphere. This method of turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain broke her heart.

Now that she suddenly saw that this holy son showed melancholy, she couldn't help being infected, because most of the joy brought by the changes in Yiranju disappeared in an instant.

Hearing this, Chen Chen turned around and said softly, "The original plan was to recruit a few more girls tomorrow, so let's cancel it now."

"Ah? Why is that?"

An Jiuniang was a little shocked.

Chen Chen sighed with a complicated expression. After a long time, he said: "In some industries, even if you do your best and stand at the top of the industry, it will not give me the slightest sense of achievement."

When An Jiuniang heard this, her expression suddenly dimmed.

This line is indeed not a respectable industry.

"What the Holy Son is saying is, how many people in this industry are willing to enter the industry? Most of them are forced by life."

Chen Chen stopped talking, and kept reminiscing about the hungry ghost-like expressions of the group of guests during the day and the girls pretending to be lofty after his instructions.

At this moment, he felt very vulgar.

"After all, I am a good young man with a bright heart. If I can't do this kind of industry, I will feel guilty."

After calming down, Chen Chen recognized himself.

Whether it is living in a brothel or revitalizing Yiran Residence, it is just a matter of temper.

After the anger went away, he realized that he didn't like this industry.

Especially when he sees those girls who are gradually familiar with him going to Israel to entertain people, he will feel very sad.

Because he has seen the real side of those girls, he can cry and laugh. Like ordinary girls, no one is born lowly and likes to do this business.

"Holy Son, what do you think we should do?" An Jiuniang asked.

"Juniang, do you like doing this?" Chen Chen asked back.

"Actually...I don't like it. When I asked the Holy Son, it was broken. I thought that Yi Ranju would go bankrupt, and I was relieved."

An Jiuniang murmured that after listening to Chen Chen's words tonight, she wanted to understand why she would spend three hundred spirit stones to invite a holy son...

Because she subconsciously wanted Yiran House to close down.

"Since this is the case, Yiran Residence will remain as it is now. Don't expand any further. After a while, another store will be opened next to Yiran Residence. What the girls like to do, it's up to them to choose."

Hearing Chen Chen's words, An Jiuniang was slightly taken aback.

What she felt from the words of the Holy Son was the respect for everyone.

Instead of forcing girls to change careers and make choices, he added an option to their lives.

How can the other saintly sons have such delicate thoughts? Of course, those people would not have any sympathy for a few girls, and even if they were mortals, they had little sympathy.

The man in front of him is really special.

He is clearly a dragon among people in all aspects, but his eyes are full of ordinary people.

Just as she was stunned, Chen Chen was already walking towards the living room.

At this time, An Jiuniang subconsciously shouted: "Holy Son! Wait!"

"What's wrong?" Chen Chen stopped.

Looking at Chen Chen's back, An Jiuniang didn't know what to say for a while, but after a while, Yingying gave a salute and said in a very serious tone: "It is a blessing for Jiuniang to know the Son of God. From the bottom of my heart, I wish the Holy Son a prosperous future in martial arts and a smooth road to the immortals in the future!"

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