Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

"My son...was...beaten to death..."

Mei Wenhua murmured in a low voice with dull eyes, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

His two legs seemed unable to support his round body, and he fell limply on the ground.

"My son was beaten to death..."

"No, that's impossible! I must be dreaming!"

Mei Wenhua stood up from the ground in a jerk, stepped forward quickly, and slapped the nearest old man with his nose and belly rising and falling.

"pain……"

"hand pain."

"Oh, it seems that this is indeed not a dream..."

Mei Wenhua turned around in a daze, and stumbled to the main seat in the lobby.

The old man who was beaten didn't lose his strength, and after turning around twice, he sat on the ground in a daze, where the filth flowed.

It was a grievance in my heart.

What is this called today? I came to report a letter and got kicked and slapped twice.

Others suspect that they always twist their thighs when dreaming, so what do you mean by that?

Still hurt?

Daddy's face still hurts.

Cursing in my heart is cursing, but I can't lose my job.

So the unfortunate old man got up again.

Squeezing out an ugly smile, he leaned forward.

"President, what shall we do next?"

After the brief absence just now, Mei Wenhua has also recovered.

After all, he is a business giant who has been in the Shenzhou Continent for thousands of years, so he still has some strength.

After a moment of silence, Mei Wenhua asked:

"This Aolai City...is there a business name called Wanbaolou?"

The old man covered his face and nodded, and replied:

"Yes, President."

"And the branch office in Aolai City is extremely complicated, it is run by Qian Youju's son Qian Duoduo."

Hearing this, Mei Wenhua shrank her eyes, and then slowly clenched her fists together, making a crisp clicking sound.

A few words popped out with difficulty through yellowed teeth.

"Qian Youju! It really is you!"

After a while, Mei Wenhua breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had regained his former calm.

He waved his hand and said:

"Let's all go down."

"Then do we need to take any measures against Wanbao Building? The young master must not die in vain."

The old man asked tentatively.

"Not for the time being, the president will make his own arrangements when the time comes."

"Yes, I will take my leave."

When all the people at the scene carried the marinated Mr. Lin out the door with their noses stubborn, their president Mei Wenhua's voice came from behind.

"Cai, go to the cashier to pay some money and change into new clothes."

"I'm already old, and I'm so scared that I pull my pants down after being slapped twice. I'm not promising."

Only then did everyone notice that the ass of the old man covering his face seemed to be covered with yellow filth.

Immediately, there were bursts of "woo wa woo wa" sounds.

Ah Cai: "..."

When everyone left, only Mei Wenhua was left in the lobby.

He took a deep breath and said with a gloomy expression.

"Is it time for our plan to take the final step..."

...

On the other side, Sun Xiaokong hid in the crowd in order to escape.

With the crowd of people pushing and shoving, until completely separated from Huo San.

But he just happened to arrive at the gate of the headquarters of Wanbao Building.

It's not a coincidence, because most of the people on the street now, as long as they are in a hurry, come for Wanbaolou's slimming pill.

Sun Xiaokong was overjoyed, and then he wanted to rush in, but he didn't expect to be stopped by two servants before entering the door.

"Hey, boy, what are you doing, you just go in without looking at where it is?"

"Isn't this Wanbao Building?"

Sun Xiaokong looked puzzled.

When I was in Aolai City, didn't I just go straight in?

One of the servants waved his hand with a look of impatience.

"Knowing that it is the Wanbao Building, you still go in, go and play, and you, a child, can't come here."

"Why? I haven't heard that there is an age limit for entering Wanbao Building."

Sun Xiaokong was still a little unwilling.

"Hehe, this kid is quite stubborn."

The boy looked up and down at Sun Xiaokong contemptuously and continued.

"Although there is no age limit here, it is limited by your pocket."

"Do you have real money?"

Sun Xiaokong shook his head.

"No."

"And do you have Spirit Stones?"

"nor."

"I don't have anything, so what a fart you are, you don't look like a rich master with the clothes you wear!"

As he said that, the boy wanted to drive Sun Xiaokong out.

But in the final analysis, it is still Huo San's responsibility.

Coming out of the lost battle environment, Sun Xiaokong was still wearing the two extremely mismatched clothes that he snatched halfway.

If a few more holes are broken, it is estimated that they can go to a certain position in Beggar Sect.

"But I have acquaintances here in Wanbaolou!"

"I know Qian Duoduo!"

Sun Xiaokong said struggling.

The two servants who were driving away froze, and asked subconsciously.

"You know our young master?"

"Yes!"

Sun Xiaokong nodded again and again.

"We know each other too!"

The two servants spoke in unison.

"If you are disobedient, don't blame us for doing it."

Being treated like this by the two boys who had just completed the Foundation Establishment in front of him made Sun Xiaokong somewhat angry.

Even if he has no acquaintances in Wanbaolou, he is a cultivator who has reached the Gold Core stage.

And after eating the Junk Food Ultimate Xuanyuan Pill that the Master said, Cultivation Base has reached the peak of the Gold Core stage.

Even the younger generation of Lu Nian can be regarded as a first-class existence in the whole mainland.

Just when Sun Xiaokong couldn't bear to take action to teach these two low-minded boys, the latter two suddenly ran away.

Following the direction they were leaving, Sun Xiaokong saw a middle-aged man in a fancy dress and a gold crown slowly walking towards him.

Every step seems to be no different from ordinary people, but in fact it is incomparably domineering.

If someone who doesn't know the depth approached rashly at this time, he might be directly crushed by the coercion emanating from it.

The group of people behind him all had solemn faces and introverted breaths, and at first glance they were strong men with a high level of Cultivation Base.

There are also several conspicuous flags standing in the team, with a big "Qi" on them.

At the gate of Wanbao Building, there were more than a dozen young servants who were neatly separated from each other, bowing to greet each other.

It didn't take long before a few stewards who seemed to be of high status rushed out from the house.

While walking, he said with a smile:

"Emperor Qi is here personally. I have lost sight of the Wanbao Building. Please forgive me."

The middle-aged man known as Qi Huang raised his eyelids and gave a soft "hmm", showing no sign of happiness or anger.

Such a style attracted the surprised eyes of passers-by on the street.

"Who is this person, what a big show."

"Hush! Don't die, this is His Majesty Qi Huang of the Great Qi Dynasty. He is notoriously domineering. Don't get close to strangers."

"What's the matter, this is the site of Wanbaolou, does he still want to do it?"

"Tch, Wanbaolou is for business. Do you have more money or Qihuang Spirit Stones? I guess even if they crush you to death, Wanbaolou will just turn a blind eye."

...

Qi Huang didn't care about the whispers coming from around.

For a strong man like him who really stands at the pinnacle of the continent, those people are no different from ants.

But Sun Xiaokong over here kept looking at this somewhat familiar middle-aged man, frowning tightly.

He always felt like he had seen it somewhere, but he just couldn't remember.

I had no choice but to walk over boldly and said softly:

"Uncle, I think you look familiar."