The House of Everything I Created

The crystal gently fell into Shen Wufang's hands.

Then the starry sky world around him shattered, and the world returned to its original state, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

At this time, Ye Mingliu showed a trace of horror in his eyes. He witnessed the horror of Shen Wufang for the first time.

Every move has the power to shake the soul, a heaven-level existence.

It was so easy to be killed, beyond his imagination, and shocked his soul.

The existence of the heaven-level is like a chicken and a dog in his hands.

Even if it is a sun-level existence, it would be difficult to escape from his hands.

"What exactly is the martial arts world?"

"It can actually produce such a monster."

At this time, a great yearning for the martial arts world rose in his heart.

He took a deep breath, and a hint of determination appeared in his eyes.

Shen Wufang turned his head and glanced at Ye Mingliu, "Let's go, let's go to the next one, it will probably be very busy these days."

This night is destined to be a chaotic night, except that Shen Wufang hunted the exposed heavenly beings.

In a mansion, a conspiracy was also taking place.

This is an independent mansion [Unknown novel], located on the outskirts of Jinguan City, covering at least tens of thousands of square meters.

Those who can own such a large mansion in Jinguan City have extraordinary status.

At this time, a group of people appeared in a living room of this mansion.

They surrounded the person sitting at the head of the living room.

This is a very old man, at least 80 years old, and there is a bottle of infusion hanging next to his right hand.

There is a beautiful young nurse next to him, guarding him all the time.

On his right hand is his personal doctor, who pays attention to his health at any time.

At this time, there are seven or eight people sitting on the sofas on both sides of the room, one of whom is Tan Minglong.

He looked at the old man with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"Mr. Wang, everything I said is true."

"You have also seen what happened to Li Wuyou."

"He was able to regain his youth and reach the peak, even breaking through the realm of saintliness and wisdom and reaching the peak of martial arts."

"It was the mysterious Mr. Lin who signed a contract with him."

"He paid a certain price in exchange for his life."

"Not only me, but Wang Ganlong also saw it clearly. In front of the two of us, he turned from a 70-year-old man into a 20-year-old young man."

"If you can get in touch with him, with your financial resources, it is not impossible to make this deal."

Mr. Wang slowly closed his eyes and thought, and some other people in the living room looked at him with concentration.

These people are Mr. Wang's trusted generals, and they have laid countless kingdoms for him.

Their lives and wealth? Are they all linked to Mr. Wang? And once Mr. Wang dies, their kingdoms will also fall apart.

Countless evil wolves will pounce on them and tear them to pieces.

Since ancient times, wealth has moved people's hearts. Without sufficient strength, wealth cannot be kept.

And this old Mr. Wang has a great background, so he can be the leader in Jinguan City.

Now this old Mr. Wang's health is getting worse and worse, and he relies on the most advanced medical means to maintain it.

If he goes, the person behind him will not pay attention to this place.

The situation they will face at that time will definitely be very dangerous.

And the reason why Tan Minglong appeared here is because he is deeply involved with this old Mr. Wang, and there are deep marks on his body.

In the world of mortals, no one can be independent of the world of mortals, and there will always be various things that come to them due to the cause and effect.

Mr. Wang pondered for a long time, and slowly raised his head to look at Tan Minglong.

"That store manager Lin? According to what you said, he is probably not ordinary."

"Can give people life? This is what many kings, generals, and emperors have wanted since ancient times."

"How much did they pay?"

"If this person can really give out something like life."

"What he seeks is definitely not small."

"How can worldly wealth shake a person like him?"

"Look at Li Wuyou, he is a saint and wise, but he still obeys the contract."

"Mr. Lin is more powerful than we can imagine, and his origin is unimaginable."

"So if you want to extend your life, you can only use your wits, not your strength."

"It's better to do it today than to wait for a day. Since everyone is gathered here today, I will go to see Mr. Lin today."

"Tan Minglong? You lead the way."

Tan Minglong nodded seriously, "Okay."

It was around 10:00 p.m., and the entire Jinguan City had gradually calmed down.

The village in the city was already dark early.

The Wanshiwu, located at the junction of the urban village and the bustling street, is still open for business.

The faint light from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Wanshiwu attracted the attention of some people passing by the intersection.

A drunk man fell down at the intersection of the Wanshiwu road.

Vomit

He vomited violently and stopped for a long time.

His consciousness recovered slightly, and he was sweating because of drinking, which made him feel a little cold.

He took a deep breath, looked around, and saw a cafe at the end of this abandoned road.

He was stunned for a moment. He often came to this place. There was no coffee shop before.

"Where did this coffee shop come from?"

Thinking of this, he suddenly became very interested. He touched the camera in his arms and a gleam of light appeared in his eyes.

"Maybe this is a good news."

Thinking of this, he immediately tidied his appearance. Although he was full of alcohol, at least his clothes were neat.

Then he took small steps and quickly came to the door of the Wanshiwu.

"Knock, knock."

The door of the Wanshiwu was knocked, and Absinthe opened the door with a smile.

"Hello, sir, please come in."

Qian Youfang looked at Absinthe in front of him, and his heart instinctively felt a little creepy.

This feeling made him very strange.

"Why does this person look creepy."

At this time, Absinthe still had a normal face, and he looked like a child laborer at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

"This guy must not be an adult, and he hired child laborers. Haha, this news is good."

As soon as he knocked on the door, Qian Youfang seemed to have discovered the selling point of the news.

He entered the outer room calmly, his eyes sweeping across the hall.

The hall was very quiet, with three guests inside.

A man was sitting in front of the French window. He had an ordinary appearance, but a unique temperament.

He seemed to have seen through the world, a bit like a monk in a temple.

He didn't know why, but he just had this feeling.