It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Li Xianyu came from an ordinary middle-class family. His adoptive father was a hoodlum in his youth and had no literary cultivation whatsoever, so he didn't think his children needed any literary cultivation at all. From birth to now, neither Bingzhazi nor Li Xianyu has ever enrolled in an art class.

When I was in elementary school, the teachers tried all sorts of ways to get parents to agree to enroll their children in extracurricular classes. Other parents would say with a pained expression, "Teacher, these extracurricular classes are too expensive. We can't afford them."

Li Xianyu's parents: What the hell is this about learning to draw? He doesn't even understand addition and subtraction before multiplication and division, and he wants to learn to draw... Is your school so poor that it's neglecting his studies? What kind of extracurricular classes are you running?

That's how my adoptive father talks back; he's really sharp-tongued.

Therefore, Li Xianyu had never touched a piano since childhood and was particularly jealous of his peers who could play the piano.

Apart from the staff, everyone else in the revolving restaurant had finished breakfast by this time; there were no other diners. Although the location wasn't ideal, the illusion was very quiet. Victoria finished playing a piece with complete focus when she suddenly realized someone was behind her.

Looking back, he discovered it was the Chinese-blooded man who had injured his brother—a complete newcomer.

Victoria smiled and said, "Did you play well?"

The blue sea seemed to come alive.

Li Xianyu clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Amazing! Amazing!"

Victoria tilted her head: "Monkey, silly, tired?"

Her Chinese pronunciation is not very standard.

"A dialect word meaning very powerful or impressive."

Victoria didn't eat breakfast either. In the US, it's customary to exercise first thing in the morning before eating. After entering the revolving restaurant and seeing that no one was around, she felt itchy to play a piece on the piano.

Li Xianyu ordered soy milk, fried dough sticks, and xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), and sat down in a corner by himself. Unexpectedly, Victoria brought over breakfast. Bacon, coffee, toast, potato pancakes, and fried eggs—a standard American breakfast.

This American girl seemed to have a cheerful and outgoing personality and was good at making friends. Although she grew up in Shanghai, she had very little experience dealing with foreigners. Li Xianyu didn't know if it was her personality or a problem with her American education. In any case, if it were a beautiful woman from China, she would definitely not be so enthusiastic after only meeting her once and exchanging a few words.

"Is your brother's injury any better?" Li Xianyu started a conversation.

"I'm feeling better..." Victoria pursed her lips. "We can communicate in Chinese. Your English pronunciation is really bothering me."

"Okay..." The undergraduate student from the University of Finance and Economics felt like he was being mocked.

Victoria's face immediately lit up with a bright smile: "My Chinese teacher said I have a great talent for languages. I've only been learning Chinese for two years, but I have no problem with spoken communication. It's a good opportunity to come to China and test my learning results."

"Is your brother feeling any better?" Li Xianyu asked again.

"No," Victoria said sadly, "Thank you for your concern. He often says, 'Shit, my head is moving, my chest is moving, my whole body is moving.' He rarely gets injured this badly."

move?

Li Xianyu guessed it must be from pain. He remained calm and didn't point out Victoria's typo, as that would be impolite.

"Um, um..." Li Xianyu said, "Although my injuries have recovered, my body is still very weak, and I'm short of money to buy nutritional supplements."

After saying that, he had a knowing look on his face.

Victoria beckoned to the waiter and gave Li Xianyu a glass of milk. "Eat more nutritious food."

Li Xianyu: (╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

Who wants milk? I need money.

Are you pretending not to understand?

They promised to compensate me $200,000, but three months have passed and there's still no sign of it.

"Looks like I don't see your companions." Li Xianyu was a respectable Chinese lecher and wouldn't speak too bluntly, so he changed the subject.

"They went to Myanmar to apprehend a group of drug traffickers. Ryder and I were supposed to go too, but he got injured, so I stayed behind to take care of him," Victoria said.

"Drug dealer? Blood...or a superpowered individual?"

"Yeah, Dongdong are all bad people."

"I'm sorry, I'm the one who's in your way."

"Oh, it's like this. Last month, this group of drug dealers were secretly making a deal in the US when our association's law enforcement officers discovered it. One of them was alone and happened to witness the transaction; two fists couldn't beat four."

What she said seemed to be an example of using the other person's methods against them.

Li Xianyu suddenly realized that he was not proficient enough in Chinese.

Li Xianyu said tremblingly, "Your vice president..."

Victoria wondered why Li Xianyu looked like that, and shook her head, saying, "Our actions shouldn't be called love; they are upholding the law and upholding justice."

Victoria was a talkative girl from a family of bloodlines, but unlike the ancient nobles of the British Empire, she wasn't filled with innate pride and arrogance. She could chat enthusiastically with a newcomer like Li Xianyu, but as the conversation went on, the Chinese newcomer suddenly stopped talking to her.

Victoria was completely bewildered.

Li Xianyu just felt that chatting with this girl was too tiring. Chinese was clearly his native language, so why did he feel like a novice talking to a master when chatting with this American girl?

Every word of the great master seems to have a profound meaning, and novices need to carefully analyze the words before they can suddenly understand.

Li Xianyu ate breakfast while browsing the Bloodline group.

The group chat was unusually lively today, with many colleagues who were usually lurking actually engaging in frequent conversations.

"Anyone still in Shanghai, hurry back to the company and beat up Long Aotian."

"Damn, you guys still haven't finished beating me up? It's been half an hour."

"We were originally prepared to beat him half to death and then let it go, but we suddenly discovered that Long Aotian is actually indestructible."

"Yeah, yeah, he suddenly came back to full health while we were fighting. We don't know why, but everyone is happy because now we can love him properly."

"Hey, make way! The equipment room is packed with people. I've been squeezing in all this time and haven't even managed to kick Long Aotian yet."

Li Xianyu silently prayed for Long Aotian, then suddenly realized that the Thunder King might have drawn his blood for Long Aotian's sake.

Think about it, without the injection of salted fish blood, it would just be a beating. But with the injection of salted fish blood, it's not just a beating, it's a bloody battle until dawn.

Older gingers are more spicy.

Victoria, fork in her left hand and knife in her right, carefully sliced ​​a fried egg. "I heard your company's 'Dragon Overlord' has woken up?"

Li Xianyu looked up at her: "How did you know?"

"I just heard it from the restaurant staff," Victoria said. "They actually woke up."

Her tone and expression were both surprised.

Li Xianyu's heart skipped a beat: "You know Long Aotian?"

Victoria laughed upon hearing this, the blue sea shimmering beautifully. "Let me whisper to you," she said, "your Baoze's 'Long Aotian' is quite famous in our Superpower Association, he's become a laughingstock, you know? Baoze rose too quickly, even the smallest things get blown out of proportion internationally, attracting ridicule. And two years ago, Baoze made a statement internationally, saying they would usher in a new era of VR, which garnered a lot of attention. But this year, we heard that one of their staff members, 'Long Aotian,' went out of control and even trapped many superpowered individuals involved. Well, in your Chinese saying, the ship of friendship capsized."

Li Xianyu felt a little embarrassed.

"The Daily Superpowered Individuals even created a special section for this, mostly just for the ridicule of onlookers. But the analysis at the end was quite interesting, saying that unless the leader of your country's Buddhism or the swordsman of Baoze makes a breakthrough, VR development is destined to be a project that starts but never finishes." Victoria whispered, "Who can wake up Long Aotian? It must be someone extraordinary. Li, is your big boss here?"

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation and nervousness.

Li Xianyu thought for a moment and asked, "Do you think only our boss, who only exists in the dialogue, can solve this problem?"

Victoria nodded, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone: "Who else could it be but him?"