reborn as a god

The infant master is just a gatekeeper. As for protecting his wife and parents, the combat robots and combat cyborgs at home are already well prepared. What's more, outside Ouyang's luxurious villa, there are also

There are countless attack formations and defensive formations. Even if the strength of the immortals comes, they will never be able to attack. So let’s not mention the cultivators.

After sending Tang Dan out, Ouyang turned to Yang Ziyu and asked: "What is the new mission you took on? Who is the target person?"

Seeing Ouyang mentioning his own affairs, Yang Ziyu stuck out his tongue. That look was indescribably cute.

"Why, are you embarrassed?" Ouyang asked with a smile. He didn't feel anything that Yang Ziyu came back to the world to take on anyone without telling him. In addition, he was also very curious about how anyone in China could survive.

It’s worth 100 million U.S. dollars. You know, in China, generally speaking, if you can receive an order of more than 10 million U.S. dollars, it’s already a big deal. Not to mention the billion-dollar mission that Xiang Ouyang listed on the black list last time.

This is unprecedented in China. Even in the world, it is quite rare.

When Ouyang said this, all the girls looked at Yang Ziyu curiously. They didn't know when Yang Ziyu took over a mission. They all looked at Yang Ziyu like curious babies, making Yang Ziyu feel even more embarrassed.

Said: "I just want to test how high my current level is. I compete with my sisters at home every day, but I can't show it."

Ouyang's eyes flashed, and several rays of white light invisible to the naked eye flashed out from his eyes and penetrated into the bodies of the girls. After a while, Ouyang said: "Among all of you, that is the cultivator of Zi Meng.

It is the highest. Now we have reached the middle stage of Yuanhua. If we work harder, we will soon be able to break through the Yuanhua stage and enter the Yuanying stage. You guys, please work hard."

Among Ouyang's many wives, the one with the highest cultivation level is Zimeng. Thanks to the help of the Spirit Gathering Array, her cultivation level has entered the middle stage of Yuanhua.

Next is Zhang Feixue. She was the first to follow Ouyang Xiuzhen. She has also entered the Yuanhua stage. However, she has only reached the primary stage and is slightly behind Zimeng. However, although she is only slightly behind in terms of cultivation, the middle

The difference is huge.

Next is Zi Huan. It is true that Zi Huan has a high talent for cultivation, but she is not a peaceful person. Getting her to calm down and meditate will be more difficult than putting her in a cage, so it is just a matter of time.

Late heartbeat.

Ranked fourth are the two princesses Hualing and Tianhe. They have also reached the stage of early heartbeat.

The cultivation levels of Yang Ziyu and Lin Siyu are not much different, and they have both entered the late stage of splitting the valley.

As for Lan Ling'er, due to her busy work schedule, her cultivation has only reached the spiritual deficiency stage, and she and Song Jiaxin are both at the bottom.

Zi Huan pouted and said, "We are all working hard and squeezing out the time to meditate every day during sleep. Do you know that if we women don't get enough sleep, we will age very quickly." What she said

, unexpectedly won the unanimous approval of all Ouyang's wives, including Zimeng, who nodded repeatedly, which made Ouyang sweat profusely. Then he made a surrender gesture with his hands and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, you are all working very hard, but I am the least useful."

Done."

"Of course you are the least diligent. You are busy picking up girls all day long. If dad hadn't called you back from Hong Kong this time, I'm afraid you would have forgotten us." Zi Huan said again, Ouyang said

I can tell now that this little girl is jealous.

After coaxing several wives again, Ouyang then asked Yang Ziyu who the target person she picked up this time was.

Yang Ziyu recalled the pile of information he had read in his mind and then said: "Husband, my target this time is Shenming, the chairman of Nanjing Tianlong Group."

"The surname is Shen? This surname is really rare. Especially this name, Shen Ming, is really good." When Ouyang heard this unique name, he immediately became happy and laughed.

After laughing, Ouyang took out a sword about two feet long from the space ring and handed it to Yang Ziyu. At the same time, he said: "You used to use flying knives, so I think the sword cultivator is more suitable for you.

, this Qingming Sword can be used as a self-defense weapon for you. As long as you drip your own essence and blood on the sword, it will recognize you as its master, so that you can control it. Otherwise, with

With your current level of cultivation, it is really difficult to control it."

From the first moment he saw the Qingming Sword, Yang Ziyu was attracted by this sword. Yang Ziyu had a unique preference for this kind of cold weapon.

Generally speaking, except for the cultivators who practice swordsmanship, other cultivators generally only use flying swords as "transportation". The only ones who really use flying swords as weapons are those who specialize in swordsmanship such as Xiang Shushan Sword Sect.

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After handing the Qingming Sword to Yang Ziyu, Ouyang imprinted the sword-controlling technique directly into Yang Ziyu's brain.

"Thank you, husband!" Yang Ziyu gratefully kissed Ouyang's face gently, and her own face was already as red as the butt of some kind of animal. (Speaking of blushing, I have to mention that Ouyang's

Among the many wives, one is more shy than the other. It may be that Ouyang’s training is not strong enough.)

…

Inside a coffee shop in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong.

"Sister Yanran, it's been half a month since Ouyang went to the mainland. Why is there no news at all? Didn't he even call you?" Murong Si stirred the cup of coffee in front of her and asked. This is already

This is a question she has been asking every day for the past half month.

When Shangguan Yanran heard Murong Si mention the name Ouyang, she couldn't help but feel a headache. She pressed her temples hard with both hands. Shangguan Yanran said: "Sisi, you ask this question every day. I won't bother you if you don't bother me."

I feel annoyed."

When she said this, Murong Si's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears immediately started to well up in her eyes. She looked pitiful. Shangguan Yanran could only wave her hands and said, "Okay, I don't want to."

I’ve told you, you can mention it if you want. But I have only one answer, and that is I don’t know.”

After saying that, Shangguan Yanran didn't wait for Murong Si's answer, picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and prepared to drink it. Suddenly she saw a man walking into the cafe, and walking straight towards her seat.

.

This man had a smile on his face and looked very polite, giving the impression that he was very friendly. However, in Shangguan Yanran's eyes, she could only be described as shocked. Because, this man was

Wen Wen, Hao Wen Wen, who had been killed by Ouyang.

Shangguan Yanran's mind was at a loss at this moment. She did not doubt Ouyang's words at all. She was very convinced that Hao Wenwen had indeed been killed by Ouyang. But what happened to Hao Wenwen in front of her? Could it be that after death, people

Resurrected? Or, the Hao Wenwen in front of him is not real at all, just a fake? Or is this person a ghost?

When she thought of ghosts, Shangguan Yanran's eyes quickly looked to the ground. Because too many ghost stories have said that ghosts have no shadows. If the Hao Wenwen in front of her is a ghost, then he must have no shadows either.

At first glance, Shangguan Yanran was shocked to find that this Hao Wenwen had a shadow. So it was certain that this person was not a ghost.

"What's going on? Is there really someone pretending to be Hao Wenwen?" Shangguan Yanran thought to herself after she came to her senses.

"Sisi, Yanran, why are you sitting here drinking coffee?" Hao Wenwen walked straight to the table where Shangguan Yanran and Murong Si were sitting, and said kindly.

As soon as Murong Si heard the voice of the article, a guilty look flashed in her eyes, but she soon recovered and said with a forced smile: "Yes, Brother Hao, why are you free today? No need

Are you going to work?" In Murong Si's eyes, Hao Wenwen has always been a workaholic. He works at least 17 or 18 hours out of the 24 hours a day.

The article said: "Sisi, I found that I was really too selfish in the past. I only focused on work every day and didn't take your feelings into consideration. Can you forgive me? I have already arranged everything, and I have already arranged my work now.

Let it go, I..."

Before the article could be finished, Murong Si had already interrupted him, "Brother Hao, I always thought I liked you. But now I realize that I only have a brother-sister relationship with you, not love. And

, I, I already have someone I like now. I believe that a person as good as my eldest brother will definitely be able to find a girl who is better than me."

"Do you like that Ouyang?" Hao Wenwen asked. When he mentioned the name Ouyang, a murderous intent flashed through Wenwen's eyes. Shangguan Yanran, who had been observing Hao Wenwen's every move, captured Hao Wenwen's thoughts very keenly.

The killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his heart trembled involuntarily.

Murong Si nodded silently and said nothing. She did not think of a question, that is, how did Wen Zhang know about Ouyang.

After seeing Murong Si personally admitting that the person she likes is indeed Ouyang, the murderous intent in Hao Wenwen's eyes reappeared. However, his face did not show it at all, which made Shangguan Yanran admire his acting skills.

At this time, Ouyang still didn't know that Hao Wenwen, who was killed by him, had come back to life. Not only that, after his resurrection, Hao Wenwen had the cultivation level of a Sanxian.

But it is true that even if Ouyang knew it, he would not care about him. Sanxian may be a very powerful existence to others, but in his eyes, he is still a little ant.