Ascended to become a virtual idol

"With or without me, isn't it all the same?" She disagreed.

Shia frowned, "If you want to take over part of the forces, you must attend tomorrow."

Her words meant a lot, and Lilith's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

Seeing her like that, Shia knew she had listened, "Nowadays the internal turmoil, I don't believe you don't have any ideas, if you want, I can help you win the position of elder, the premise is that you must stand in our faction. "

The conditions she offered were too enticing, and for Lilith, who was hungry for power, it was a door-to-door benefit, but she didn't get carried away and ignored the last sentence.

Lilith's eyes sank slightly, "What do you mean? Do you want me to submit to you?"

Shia looked at her in surprise, seemingly incredulous, "What are you thinking? You and I have the same level of cultivation. If you get the position of elder, you will be on an equal footing with me. Even if I lose my mind and go crazy I didn't dare to think it was so big."

Lilith also understands that she is thinking badly, but this is really not her fault. She was born in the poor of Beixue City. If she hadn't seized Mo Ke's opportunity by virtue of her beauty, she might still be an unknown person. She thinks very differently.

Knowing that her thinking was wrong, she puffed out her chest, "I am also a big-chested and brainless person in your eyes, so it's not surprising that I think so."

Seeing her so righteous and confident, Shia rarely had a dumbfounding thought, "It's different now, even if I look down on you, your cultivation won't allow me to have other thoughts."

Lilith snorted, a little arrogant, "Since you said that, I'll accept it. Who doesn't want a good bait in front of me? If I can let it go, then it's true!" fool."

"Don't worry, as long as you help me achieve my wish, I will naturally cooperate with you," she could see clearly.

"That's good, then don't miss tomorrow's team competition," Shia nodded in satisfaction and left.

Lilith frowned when she saw that people had left. Even after so long, some habits could not be changed. She squeezed her hand secretly, Lilith, you are no longer the you you used to be.

Where Fuyong is, Mr. Ming has some guesses about Beixue's actions, "You said they are releasing the news of the opening of the Rare Treasure Pavilion now, is it because of Yan Qiao?"

Fu Yong nodded slightly, "Naturally, this time Beixue lost so badly, and even being beaten on the head by Sakura, how could they swallow it?"

Ming Lao laughed, "This is really getting more and more interesting."

Fu Yong glanced at him, "Have you arranged your chess pieces over there?"

Ming Lao patted his chest, "Don't worry, there will be a good show then."

Fu Yong hummed, "That Wei Ping is loyal to you."

Ming Lao laughed at himself, "Where is he loyal is me, it is the ladder leading to the Ability Association."

The corners of Fuyong's mouth curled up into a slight smile, "Who would know where someone else wants to get in..." He didn't finish speaking, but there was a hint of sarcasm between his brows.

Ming Lao glanced at him, "To be honest, sometimes you can live, I really can't help but guess."

Fu Yong glanced at him, "I can live, naturally relying on my own ability, put away your messy thoughts."

Ming Lao touched his nose, "Yes, I have a problem with my brain."

It's rare for him to relax now, who knows when Fu Yong will be out of order again, and it will be him who suffers again.

"By the way, did you go to see Changyou today?" Old Ming suddenly thought of something to ask.

Fu Yong narrowed his eyes and smiled, "See you."

The night was dark, and the moonlight was covered by dark clouds, which seemed to indicate the change of tomorrow's weather. The man in the wheelchair in the villa looked out the window quietly, with deep worry in his eyes.

The butler behind him lowered his head and stood there silently. The whole villa was pitch black, and no shadow could be seen.

A man's voice sounded, "Do you think she will still think of such a useless person as me?"

The housekeeper shivered, "Madam calls you every day, naturally she is thinking of the master."

The man smiled silently, "But she has to face so many fresh people every day. They are all healthier and younger than me, and I can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."

"Those people are so good, but they can't match your position in Madam's heart, master."

Noticing that the master in front of him was in a happy mood, he breathed a sigh of relief. Staying here is really terrible all the time, no, he is already dead...

"Push me back," the man's voice recalled his messy thoughts.

Even though he was pushing the wheelchair in the dark, he moved freely without any stumbling.

Outside the window, the night was so thick that it seemed to be soaked in ink, and the crows rang out, shrill and eerie.

Several men in black dragged the corpses out one after another, and threw them into the huge pothole behind them.

Soon the crow flew in with red eyes, and after a while, only bones remained.

It stands to reason that the crows hovered over the carrion, but this corpse was obviously not long ago, but this group of crows had already swallowed everything up.

In the bedroom, the man watched this scene happily, a small dim light shone on him, and the shadow behind him twisted and tried to break free.

The butler stepped on the shadow expressionlessly, and said respectfully, "Master, I will step back first."

The man waved his hand, "Go ahead, I'll see for myself later."

He tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair and beckoned to call a crow. The crow flew towards his palm, its small scarlet eyes filled with a tyrannical aura.

His movements were exceptionally gentle, gently stroking the crow's head, "Eat, eat more, grow faster."

The crow croaked as if responding to his words, and the man laughed loudly, "Soon, your mistress will be back, and we will never be separated."

There was a strange paranoia in his eyes, and the shadow behind him struggled more and more fiercely, the man sighed, "Why are you disobedient," he murmured in a low voice, revealing a bit of displeasure.

The crow spread its wings and flew up, landed on his shadow and pecked frantically, the shadow seemed to suffer from pain and twisted more and more frequently, the man raised the corners of his mouth in a good mood, "I use this body very well, you can rest assured, ma'am I will take care of it here, no better than you trash."

As if a silent wail sounded, the man smiled more and more complacently, "She can only love me."

In the metaphysic society, in the monk's residence, the girl slowly opened her eyes, Qing Lingling's eyes were as bright as moonlight, and she would put her heart into her heart just by looking at them. (end of this chapter)