Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

Come on, what about the mid-stage semi-immortal body?

The Yin Tong transformed by thousands of years of demonic energy may not lose even if it fights against a peak semi-immortal body.

But these subordinates don't know, and she won't be stupid enough to reveal her strength.

"Then go ahead."

Three days after the matter was agreed to, Yintong went to the banquet.

Before leaving, she asked someone to take the boy over to watch the fun.

Now the whole mountain knew that the boy was the boss's favorite, but Israelites were looked down upon everywhere, so when they arrived at the banquet venue, their subordinates ignored him.

Jiang Ziheng didn't wander around. He found a place to sit down with a piece of dessert and ate quietly.

But his appearance was so outstanding that he couldn't even compare with the peacocks and foxes who claimed to be beautiful. He was soon targeted by some spirits here.

Jiang Ziheng came out of the bathroom and walked in the quiet and deep corridor. The shadows of the trees around him were tall and arrogant.

This kind of castle building is inherently gloomy, and the dryads also specialize in creating these weird-shaped trees. No wonder Yin Tong doesn't like it.

Suddenly, a door on the side opened without warning, and a hand stretched out from inside and grabbed his arm, pulling him directly in.

"Oh, what a good-looking human being. The meat smells so good."

There were several shadows sitting or standing in the room, some took human form and dressed like humans and dogs, some showed their own form, sniffing around Jiang Ziheng, their eyes full of greed for food.

"How come there are humans with thin skin and tender flesh under Master Yinshan Tong? Their cultivation is not very advanced and they are not qualified to be a stove top. They are not specially raised for food, right?"

The sound of swallowing could already be heard in the room.

Jiang Ziheng stood there, looking at the shadows of the trees outside the window, and asked: "I am Tongzhu's person, aren't you afraid of her?"

"What are you afraid of? Our boss has already surpassed her in cultivation. It is not certain who will be the overlord of Yinshan in the future." Someone bared his teeth and said with disdain: "Besides, our boss said that we will cultivate together with Master Tong. There will be a wedding, and we will be a family then, let’s see who dares to touch Yinshan’s idea.”

The young man looked away from the window and said with a half-smile, "Does he want to marry her?"

……

In the banquet hall downstairs, Yin Tong is looking for someone.

She walked into the garden and caught the man who was guiding the young man, "Where is Jiang Ziheng?"

"Boss, boss... why are you here? This wine is really delicious, and the girl is not bad, haha." The man was drunk and confused, holding a fox in his arms, as happy as a god.

"Useless thing." Yin Tong felt dirty and kicked him away.

She didn't want to be with the wild monsters, but she thought these beasts had no moral integrity and she couldn't stand them.

But the person she finally fell in love with is now gone.

When she was looking for someone all over the world, the thousand-year-old tree spirit came out with a glass of red wine and a tuxedo, "I heard that Master Tong is looking for a man. Isn't it because my face is not good-looking enough?"

Yin Tong turned around and rolled her eyes when she saw his star face, and said rudely: "It's not as good-looking as your original old bark."

What's the point of being someone else?

"If Lord Pupil likes my true form, that's fine too." The thousand-year-old tree spirit chuckled, and countless trees in the surrounding castle instantly danced their branches wildly, changing into various forms.

It's just that no matter how you change it, it's still something arrogant and ugly.

Yintong looked at this impatiently and said directly: "I know this is your territory, but my people are coming to the banquet today. How many people are there when they come, there must be the same number of people when they return."

The thousand-year-old tree spirit was still smiling at first, but his face slowly darkened when he saw her posture. Then he considered for a few seconds before raising his hand and pointing to the second floor.

Yintong frowned and turned around to leave without saying a word.

The well-dressed man's eyes narrowed, he was obviously handsome, but now he looked sinister and terrifying.

The entire castle is a clone of his tree body, and even a dropped needle cannot escape his eyes.

There had been a lot of rumors recently about Yintong doting on a disciple of the Medicine Master sect, so after identifying the target, he hinted to the spirit below to take action.

I was just pulled into the room. Although there was no movement at the moment, I guess even the leather and bones must have been eaten clean...

Yin Tong went up the stairs aggressively, swept away the demonic energy in the corridor, immediately locked on the target, walked over in a few steps, and kicked open the door.

"Ah Heng!" She was so anxious that she rushed in without caring about exposing her identity.

The room was dark, with only the faint moonlight shining through the window.

The young man's thin and straight back was set off by the silver light, and his skin was like fine satin, outlining his well-textured muscle lines.

He was changing clothes when he heard the knock on the door and turned around subconsciously, "Xiao Tong, why are you here?"

Then he hurriedly put on his new shirt, covering his thin chest, and buttoned the buttons shyly.

When Yintong saw this, she breathed a sigh of relief. The tight feeling in her heart eased, and at the same time she truly realized how important the young man in front of her was to her.

"That's why I'm asking you, what are you doing here?" She walked forward and noticed that there was no one in the room, and there was no smell of other spirits.

"I accidentally soiled my clothes just now. A waiter took me over here to change them for new ones." Jiang Ziheng blushed and fastened the top button in a panic in case she saw him.

"Okay, don't strangle yourself." Yintong pushed away his hand that was still entangled with the first button, and pulled him out, "Let's go, let's go back."

Jiang Ziheng was stunned, "Is the banquet over?"

"Yeah." Yintong responded casually.

"So fast..." Jiang Ziheng muttered, but did not struggle with his hands and followed her out obediently.

When I arrived at the door, I happened to meet the male owner of the castle.

The thousand-year-old tree spirit saw the two people holding hands and appeared together, and his expression was slightly stunned: "You...where are the others?"

"Who else?" Yin Tong didn't have a good look on him now, so she asked back and walked straight past him, "We have something to do, so we'll be here today."

The thousand-year-old tree spirit vaguely sensed something was wrong, and turned around suddenly to grab Jiang Ziheng's shoulders.

The next second, Yin Tong flashed directly in front of him, raised his hand and slapped him with a palm.

hum.

The powerful demonic energy collided and vibrated, buzzing, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the entire corridor exploded.

Crash, glass splashed.

The night wind blew in and rolled up the gauze curtains.

"You want to stop me?" Yin Tong narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at the man in front of him.

The thousand-year-old tree spirit was shocked and confused.

It was obvious that he had already broken through the realm and his cultivation was higher than that of Yintong. How could he still be so shocked by the other party's palm that his internal organs were hurting?

Could it be related to the Demon Qi Swamp?

"Master Tong, don't get me wrong." He withdrew his hand in time, clenched it into a fist behind his back, silently adjusted his breath, and said gently and helplessly on his face: "I just want to get along with you more. You know, I have always been very like you."

I don’t know if this is a line I learned from some shitty idol drama.

Yin Tong felt that the oil was so greasy that she felt nauseated, and she sneered, "Are you worthy?"

It's just a broken tree.