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Opening his eyes, he still saw the familiar ceiling in front of him. The touch and warmth of the bed under him were still so entangled, and the faint scent of incense in the air made his eyelids twitch. He secretly cursed the prodigal bitches, that thing But it can only be used when entertaining distinguished guests.

Rubbing his aching head, Bao Er, who had just woken up, frowned, feeling like he had forgotten something important.

Shaking his head, he was not in the mood to learn more about the nightmare he couldn't remember.Just when he was about to get up and wash up, a young man's face suddenly appeared in front of him, frightening his heart and almost lying down again.

"You...who are you? Why are you in my room?!"

Just as he was about to scold the guy in front of him who might be a little thief, he suddenly saw the young man holding up his tea cup and looking over curiously. He hurriedly shrank back, and the palm under the quilt had already grasped the hidden dagger.

There was no way, in this chaotic era, especially when he still had a little money due to his business, if he didn't prepare anything, he might see someone sleeping with his wife and beating his baby the next day.

"It's true that a noble man forgets things outside Bao Yuan. Come on, take a look at his face. Does it look familiar?"

The young man in front of him smiled and pulled the confused young man beside him over. The slightly confused face quickly awakened Bao Er's sleeping memory. The tall and sharp Ao Ming in his memory made him roll his eyelids. Xuan didn't hold his breath.

That's right, the people who appeared in Bao Er's room at this moment were neither the money robber nor the sex robber, but Tang Chen and the two who took Bao Er home who had fainted on the ground.

After finally breaking free from the indescribable palpitations, Bao Er patted his chest, his heart beating wildly. These sudden shocks made him almost see impermanence.He looked at Ao Ming, who was dissatisfied and moved his head away, and thought to himself that this was probably a big monster that could transform, and the young man probably felt scared.

Therefore, he didn't dare to be stubborn. He put the dagger in his hand back inconspicuously and asked in a low voice: "Excuse me... you two immortal masters, what orders do you have for me, an unenlightened mortal? My family Although I have a little money, I can't do things like casting golden bodies, building temples, and spreading followers."

"If you need it, as long as it doesn't affect your family, I can afford it with a life span of 20 to [-] years. I hope you adults will have enough and don't involve my wife and daughter."

"Boss, the temple~"

As soon as Ao Ming heard the word temple, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he didn't care at all what Bao Er said next.After all, he was a dragon that had never seen the world. In addition, the weather was unfavorable and he was dazzled by the luxury and splendor of various Dragon King temples along the way.

The pomp of these now disappeared kin can be so grand. As one of the only remaining true dragons in the world, it is very reasonable for him to want a Dragon King Temple!

Before he could imagine the scene of tens of thousands of people worshiping him as the Dragon King in the future, Tang Chen's iron fist forced him to wake up.

Ignoring Ao Ming's pitiful eyes, Tang Chen lowered his fists as if nothing had happened, and said kindly to Bao Er, who was covered in cold sweat: "As a storyteller with great ambitions, it is natural to have a dream of being an author. To be honest, , I came to you this time because I am interested in your printing and sales channels."

"Mr. Storyteller?"

Listening to Tang Chen's completely different request than what he imagined, Bao Er couldn't help but be a little confused.But soon, he recalled what happened yesterday, and his expression gradually became horrified.

"Yesterday's storyteller...was you?!"

"It's not talent."

Tang Chen grinned. Seeing that the other party was covering his chest and trying to pretend to be dizzy, Ao Ming on the side curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Just what you said in the tavern before is enough for that little official to eat you up." . If my boss hadn’t cast a spell to save her, the man named Wang next door to you would have been sleeping with your wife and beating your baby."

People who can make a difference in the business world may be stunned, but they will never be stupid.Relating the words in Ao Ming's mouth, he quickly compared what happened yesterday, and then discovered that the mysterious storyteller appeared just after he was arrested.

"You are...wrong, can you tell what I am thinking?!"

Just as he was about to say thank you to Tang Chen, Bao Er suddenly realized something. He looked at Ao Ming with the old god beside him in horror and said in disbelief: "You...can you see what I am thinking? Can you?" Mind reading?”

"Bah, bah, bah, who wants to read the mind of an old man like you? Your mind is wandering and erratic, and I can tell what you are thinking at a glance even with a little bit of knowledge."

Ao Ming denied it, with a look of disgust on his face.You know, he is a divine dragon who is determined to revive the Dragon Clan. If the young ladies from various ethnic groups let him read minds, he is still an old man.

Listening to Ao Ming's answer, Bao Er's face turned red, but he didn't know how to refute, so he could only change the subject with a dry cough:

"Ahem, benefactor, I have offended many people before... However, I still want to ask, there are so many printing houses in the world, why did you choose me?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

Tang Chen smiled slightly, and his eyes suddenly glowed with golden light, as if they could shine directly into Bao Er's heart.While Bao Er was in a daze, Tang Chen had already smiled and said:

"Because, what you said yesterday is very suitable to my taste."

"That's your country. Wouldn't it be redundant to let me, an outsider, take care of everything?!"

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While Tang Chen was playing in the human world, Zhang Mingyuan was looking at the purple energy disappearing from the sky, slowly closing his eyes and training his purple devil eyes.

Only by personally stepping into the door of cultivation can he understand the charm of cultivation, and finally understand why the immortals and gods in the storybooks can practice for decades, just because the feeling of slowly getting stronger is really irresistible.

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Zhang Mingyuan opened his eyes, with purple light flowing in his pupils, ending today's practice of the Purple Demon Eye.

At this moment, he looked around and saw that the original ruins of the Tang Sect on the mountainside had been rebuilt. The ancient meaning and flying clouds, coupled with the careful carvings of the original Tang Sect disciples, were topped with carved beams and painted buildings, just like the residence of gods.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that this continuous building had been rebuilt within a few months.

While sighing at his master's cultivation, he was about to find some ingredients to make breakfast when a voice broke through the distance of a thousand meters and reached his ears.

That's the news from his master, Tang San:

"Get ready. After sealing the mountain gate, we will go down to the world."