How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

For Jiang Luo, neither Huo Yancheng nor Fan Wujiu is the complete Lu Qing.

It's not that he doesn't love them. On the contrary, he loves them to the core. That's why he can't bear to see them get hurt in any way.

Maybe it was because he was much stronger than them now. He had not expected before his retreat that after coming out of it he would directly reach the highest level of ghost cultivation - Ghost Emperor.

But he, the Ghost Emperor, still needs to be crowned, which is the last hurdle set for him by Heaven.

Kill Zhuo Erqun and completely cleanse this cancer of the Three Realms.

If he and Fan Wujiu did not share the same spiritual root, he would have taken action long ago. Perhaps Fan Wujiu did not expect that Zhuo Erqun's spiritual root was actually symbiotic with his.

The next day, Jiang Luo came to the ghost village and saw Chu Chu chasing and playing with Huo Er from afar.

Chuchu was teaching Huo'er how to speak, but Huo'er was too small, and when he spoke his voice sounded like the cry of a little animal.

Jiang Luo stood above the fountain in the middle of the ghost village, suspended in mid-air, looking at the bustling ghost village and the busy ghosts not far away, and suddenly felt excited about reviving the ghost world.

He slowly drew out the Aoxue Linghan Sword, made a few beautiful sword flowers, and spun around to stab towards the sky.

The next second, heavy snow began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes fluttered like goose feathers and quickly covered the entire ghost village.

The ghosts came out to see out of curiosity, and saw that the Ghost Lord was casting a spell. They didn't understand at first, until the barrier grew bigger and bigger with the drifting snowflakes, until it covered the entire H city.

Although except for the places they have developed, the rest of the places are all barren, but with such a large area, let alone 200,000 ghosts, as long as it is fully developed, 2 million ghosts will be no problem.

The ghosts who came out to watch the fun were all stunned. They all knelt down and saluted Jiang Luo, shouting, "Long live the Ghost Emperor! Long live the Ghost Emperor! Long live the Ghost Emperor!"

Yuan Haokun, Lin Shishuang and others also came. They looked at the endless territory in the distance with surprise, thinking that the development of the ghost world was becoming more and more promising.

Jiang Luo saw them and said, "Don't just develop the city in the future. Plant some fruits and vegetables as well. Don't you want to develop tourism and the internet celebrity economy? You have to keep up with the catering industry as well. We can eat some of our own food. Who doesn't like good things?"

Ghost Village is a village that not only accommodates ghosts, but also allows them to live comfortably here.

Things like fruits and vegetables produce abundant wood energy, which can help promote the practice of wood-type ghost cultivation.

Farmland will definitely be reclaimed along the H River, and the abundant water elements here can help improve the water-based ghost cultivators.

As for the mortal ghosts, after the ghost village is opened, the more people come, the more yang energy there is. They can absorb a lot of yang energy without even getting close.

Or if they want to have a romantic encounter, that is allowed.

The reason why Lanruo Temple is scary is that they will catch a man and suck his yang energy dry until the man dies or becomes a dry man.

Ordinary dual cultivation is just about taking yang to replenish yin, or taking yin to replenish yang. Jiang Luo set a rule for them that taking yang to replenish is allowed within three times, and if it exceeds three times, they will be punished.

Although Jiang Luo had just come out of retreat and needed a rest, he knew very well that as the number of people in the ghost village increased, a series of management rules had to be introduced. Otherwise, as the number of ghosts increased, there would also be a lot of mobs. They were all ghost cultivators, and once they started causing trouble, they would be much more difficult to manage than ordinary people.

So Jiang Luo called a team of four people, plus Han Muqing, and asked them to write a ghost village management regulation together.

They are required to produce a preliminary version of the regulations within five days, and then improve it based on actual conditions.

The four teams promised that they would complete the mission.

Xiao Shuai and Lin Shishuang said that they had to report to school first. It had been almost a month since the start of the school year, but they had not reported since they came back late from retreat.

The two of them had very good college entrance examination scores, ranking top in liberal arts and science respectively, and were successfully admitted to H University.

Chu Jianglan's parents asked for leave for them. They knew that they were working on a project recently, but they never contacted them privately.

Ever since Chu Jianglan and Xiao Shuai experienced life and death, they felt that their children and grandchildren would have their own blessings and would no longer interfere in their lives.

For three days after coming out of seclusion, Jiang Luo had been in the ghost village, taking care of all the big and small matters in the ghost village.

On the fourth day, he was finally ready to go home.

To his parents, they had not seen him for only three months, but to himself, it seemed like he had not seen his relatives for more than a hundred years.

Fan Wujiu came up to him shamelessly and whispered to him, "Huo Yancheng is in a meeting at the company. I will take you home today."

Jiang Luo shocked his whole family and asked, "Now he tells you everything and never tells me? When did your relationship become so good?"

Fan Wujiu opened the car door and let him get in while saying, "I haven't told you yet. During this period, he and I have cooperated well to build this ghost village into a thriving one. There is still one more thing to be done in Hualing Mountain, and then you can move in. After all, it is a collaboration between oneself and oneself, as smooth as the collaboration between the left hand and the right hand."

Jiang Luo was speechless: "Okay, then I'll take your father to meet my two fathers."

Fan Wujiu had always known that Jiang Luo had two adoptive fathers, who were said to have raised him as their own son.

This is actually quite good. Those two people look like good people. Although the other one's horoscope is a bit strange, since he has a connection with Jiang Luo, he will not doubt others for no reason.

Fan Wujiu was still in the mood to joke with others: "Are you bringing your mistress to meet your parents? Do you think they will stand on my side or on his side?"

After Jiang Luo came out of retreat, his every move was calm and steady. After all, he had grown up for more than a hundred years, and with the more than ten years he had spent in the Nine-story Torrent Tower, he was now an old grandfather of nearly two hundred years old.

But at this moment, after hearing what Fan Wujiu said, he couldn't help but lean on the armrest of the car and burst out laughing, and said speechlessly: "Fan Wujiu, what are you thinking about? They won't stand with anyone but me. But don't worry, they won't have any opinion on you."

She even tried to brainwash Huo Yancheng, saying that men are bound to make mistakes when they are out, but you are home and the outside world is just a hotel.

Jiang Luo was almost dying of laughter because of them. He knew that his parents loved him, but wasn't this a bit too much indulgence?

The car sped all the way and soon arrived at the commercial villa area.

Qian Ling had known for a long time that Jiang Luo had come out of seclusion, but he had not disturbed him in the past few days, knowing that he had his own things to do.

Shang Lu happened to be at home today. When they heard the housekeeper say that the eldest young master had returned, they hurried out of the house. From afar, they saw Jiang Luo and Fan Wujiu coming back together, and expressions of surprise and joy appeared on their faces.

"Son, what is this?" Shang Lu asked.

Jiang Luo introduced with a smile: "Father, Dad, this is Fan Wujiu, my friend."

Fan Wujiu greeted politely: "Uncle...Hello, uncle!"

He is not yet used to a dual-male-headed household.

Shang Lu glanced at Qian Ling and asked with his eyes: Is this Xiao Luo’s mistress?

Qian Ling pushed him and whispered, "Pay attention to your attitude. Don't be a mistress. It's so ugly! We don't know their situation. Yan Cheng didn't say anything. Don't get involved."

After saying that, he warmly welcomed them into the house. Qian Ling was busy pouring tea for them, while Shang Lu chatted about family matters with his beloved son whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Xiao Luo, how have you been these days? You don't know, your dad misses you so much."

Qian Ling brought two cups of grapefruit tea and scolded, "Haha, you're still blaming me. Who is it that keeps asking me when my son will be back?"

Jiang Luo chuckled and replied, "A very good father, just a little busy."

Fan Wujiu didn't say anything. This was the first time Jiang Luo saw Fan Wujiu so reserved. This was probably how an ugly son-in-law felt when he finally met his father-in-law!

Shang Lu turned to look at Fan Wujiu again and asked, "What do your parents do?"

This question stumped Shang Lu. His father was Pangu, who created the world and was the most primitive ancient god.

He racked his brains while Jiang Luo watched him drinking grapefruit tea. After a long while, he managed to say, "My father is in... land development! Yes, all kinds of land development."

Shang Lu said, "Real estate? Hmm...real estate may be a sunset industry these days, not as good as it was a few years ago."

Fan Wujiu laughed and agreed: "Ah... yes! But the inheritance left by our ancestors is quite large, don't worry I won't just sit back and enjoy the wealth."

Jiang Luo was speechless, and finally couldn't help laughing and said, "Okay, father, don't ask anymore. Anyway, he is my right-hand man now, isn't that enough?"

Qian Ling also said: "That's right, why do you have so many questions? As long as the children are happy, as a parent, don't interfere too much."

Shang Lu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Jiang Luo was right, his two fathers were indeed not the kind of people who would interfere in his life.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a burst of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy was very powerful and seemed to be emanating from Qianling.