Because of the tacit understanding between the two of them on this matter, Lingjun immediately knew who he was referring to.

The playboy's expression suddenly twisted, and he suddenly realized, "As expected," and his chewing muscles bulged as he said word by word, "Is it because my mother discovered the truth about him being a fallen person?"

Considering the fact that the Lord of Stars has joined the evil camp, this is the only reason Ling Jun can think of.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said, "With the shrewdness of the Star Lord and your mother's status at the time, it was impossible for them to find out that he was a Fallen One. Besides, the Star Lord is not a Fallen One, but his philosophy is different from that of the Order."

Lingjun was stunned, gnashing his teeth: "Then why did he kill my mother!"

The misfortunes of his childhood and the character defects caused by the lack of maternal love since childhood were all caused by his biological father. If it was because his biological mother discovered that the Lord of the Stars was a fallen person, Lingjun could still accept it. After all, there is cause and effect.

He couldn't accept that all his misfortunes were caused by his biological father without any reason.

"This is a question that even I don't understand." Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice, "You have always been concerned about your mother's death and want to know the truth, so before the decisive battle with the Lord of the Stars, I want to tell you."

Lest there be no chance.

The Sun's Essence affected his mentality and personality, making him less morally flexible than before, but his emotions were still there, they just became more restrained.

Lingjun's facial features softened immediately. After thinking for a while, he asked, "How did he do it? Everyone knows that my mother died in a dungeon, and even a demigod cannot force his way into a dungeon and hunt down the spiritual realm walkers inside."

Zhang Yuanqing said slowly:

"The Star Origin represents the calculation and deduction of the Spirit Realm. If the Spirit Realm is likened to a computer, the Star Origin is the central processing unit, so it can affect the difficulty of the dungeon."

Lingjun understood and said in hatred: "So, he increased the difficulty of my mother's dungeon and let her die in the dungeon without anyone noticing.

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "I have also encountered this kind of situation, including the knight of the Holy See who was the only one to be passed down to you. It's just that our foundation is stronger than your mother's, so we survived.

"The Star Lord has many methods, but in the past century, he has never used them in front of outsiders. As a result, I lost the opportunity to complete the origin of the sun, and had no choice but to start the decisive battle ahead of time.

"Lingjun, I'm deeply sorry about what happened between Teng'er and Fengyun. Whether you forgive me or not, you are still my brother."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lingjun looked at his back, the resentment and anger in his eyes faded, but the bitterness still remained. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but shouted: "The person you should apologize to is not me, but them."

After a pause, he sighed and said, "You should also give them an explanation."

Zhang Yuanqing paused for a few seconds and asked, "Are they here too?"

Lingjun said, "Teng'er is locked up in the wooden house in the back mountain by grandpa, and my aunt is in the basement."

Zhang Yuanqing was about to perform the Star Escape Technique when Lingjun's voice came from behind him.

"etc......"

He didn't look back.

A few seconds later, the playboy whispered in my ears: "We must win!"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and turned into starlight and disappeared. Soon, he appeared in a wooden house on the cliff more than ten kilometers away. The wooden house was two stories high and stood on a steep cliff, with a unique view.

The wooden house was entangled with green vines, and the doors and windows were sealed without any gaps.

"Elder Miao is such a stubborn old man. Why not send him back to the spiritual realm..." Zhang Yuanqing sighed in a low voice and walked towards the wooden house.

The vines that were entwined around the wooden house disappeared silently and turned into light ashes.

Zhang Yuanqing pushed open the door and saw a young girl lying on a rocking chair in the living room, holding a book in her hands.

She was reading a book to kill time, but her eyes were empty.

Noticing the wooden door being pushed open, Miao Teng'er looked over and their eyes made contact even though they were more than ten meters apart.

Although they had not seen each other for only a few months, Zhang Yuanqing felt as if he was meeting an old friend again after many years and half a lifetime of separation.

The girl in front of me has brown hair like a waterfall, eyes like the eyes of a deer in the forest, and a pointed oval face that is beautiful and refined. She has both the beauty and purity of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman.

She looked the same as before, but had lost a lot of weight.

Teng'er jumped up from the rocking chair with a huge swing, staggering and almost falling.

But her eyes were always fixed on Zhang Yuanqing, without moving at all.

She didn't say anything, just stared, bearing the pressure from the Lord of the Sun.

Zhang Yuanqing knew what she wanted to hear, and whispered in the unique hoarse voice of the Demon Lord: "I'm back!"

Miao Teng'er burst into tears instantly.

Starlight rose at the door of the basement. Zhang Yuanqing stood in the corridor. Green vines grew out of the white walls and hung down like a bead curtain, blocking the dark steel security door.

Zhang Yuanqing did not remove the seal, nor did he make any sound. He just stood quietly at the door for a few minutes.

Then, turned and left.

The green vines behind him moved, as if trying to keep him, but finally drooped down weakly.

…

Huadu, Wanbao House!

The cold rain continued, Fu Qingyang, in a white suit, held up a dark

Holding an umbrella, I walked in the simple rain alleys of the old city. The raindrops on the tiles formed a beaded curtain, and the mist wet the moss in the corners of the wall.

Fu Qingyang's white leather shoes stepped in the rain without any stains or dust.

Behind him were two young men also holding two black umbrellas. One wore a black mink coat, and the other wore a black windbreaker. Judging from their appearance and figure alone, they were both beautiful women with smooth hair and good looks.

Behind the three of them was Xiaoyuan, who was wearing a mask and a light-colored long skirt.

Led by Master Qian, the four of them walked through the winding alleys and stopped in front of a small shop.

The folding door of the small shop was closed, and a tattered sign hung on it, which read: Wanbao House!

Fu Qingyang held an umbrella and walked without stopping, passing through the folding door. The three people behind him followed him synchronously, passing through the folding door as if passing through a layer of illusion.

In the messy shop, which is comparable to a hardware store, Lian Sanyue, wearing a black bra and a black leather jacket, was leaning lazily on an ergonomic chair, with her legs crossed and a cigar between her fingertips.

Seeing Master Qian approaching with an umbrella, Lian Sanyue sighed: "When will Master Qian come to visit? Would you like me to do you a favor?"

Fu Qingyang didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, saying: "Can I borrow your Bailian furnace? How many flints do you have?"

Lian Sanyue pursed her cigar lips and exhaled a long puff of white smoke: "How much flint do you want?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly: "As many as you can get."

Lian Sanyue said "Yo" with shining eyes: "It's almost the New Year, come to my place to prepare New Year's goods. Tell me, what level of props do you want to refine?"

Zhai Cai walked forward and placed a lush green willow branch on the counter.

Lian Sanyue looked at it carefully, and the hand holding the cigar trembled suddenly, and he said in a lost voice: "Sanbao Clean Stick?!"

Isn't this the rule-based item of Elder Miao of the Baihua Society?

The rule-based props of the official ten elders are no secret in the eyes of high-level practitioners in the spirit realm. After all, the ten old guys rely on the rule-based props in their hands to defeat opponents of the same level, establish a great reputation and build their status.

They are a reliance, not a last resort.

Whether it is an evil organization or a spiritual family, there are relevant records. Lian Sanyue, as the direct descendant of the Liu family, is naturally not unfamiliar with it.

Zhai Cai raised the corners of his mouth and said in a nonchalant tone: "It was given by Yuanshi Tianzun. I didn't want it at first, but I couldn't refuse his kindness."

Although he was not familiar with this woman, he still said these words instinctively.

Lian Sanyue was still immersed in shock. It took him a long time to recover and take a deep breath:

"No wonder you, Master Qian, need to come here in person to melt a ninth-level rule-based item. This is a matter of great importance."

She thought for a moment and said, "However, I cannot guarantee that the Hundred Refinement Furnace can melt down rule-based items of this level. Theoretically, except for demigod items, the Hundred Refinement Furnace can only melt down rule-based items of this level.

Practice all props, after all, it is the special refining furnace of Wahuang. The refining furnace of the bachelor profession and the Samadhi True Fire are the nemesis of all props.

“But this is the first time I’ve smelted a ninth-level rule-based item, at least it’s the first time since I took control of the Hundred Refining Furnace.

Fu Qingyang said: "Try it. If it works, we can refine our tools here. If it doesn't work, we can ask the head of the Xiahou family for help."

Lian Sanyue nodded and was about to speak when he was suddenly stunned: "Your props?"

She cautiously asked, "What props?"

Xiahou Aotian chuckled and said, "We each have a ninth-level rule-based item."

Fu Qingyang said calmly: “I have two!”

Lian Sanyue's fingertips loosened and the cigar fell onto the table, splashing sparks.

She murmured: "You, where did your rule-based props come from?"

"Yuanshi Tianzun liquidated the nine elders at the headquarters and snatched away all their rule-related props." Zhai Cai smiled and said, "Alas, I don't want them, but I have to deal with the garbage for the Lord of the Sun."

Is there still this garbage? Can I help deal with it? Lian Sanyue stood there, expressionless.

…

Leaving the primeval forest in the far suburbs of Beijing, Zhang Yuanqing came to the CEO's office of China Construction Group Co., Ltd.

Huang Taiji, who was reviewing documents with his head down, felt something and looked over.

He instantly jumped up from his chair and bowed earnestly: "Huang Taiji greets the Lord of the Sun."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the serious and rigid young man and said with a smile: "Foster father, why do you have to perform such a grand ceremony?"

Huang Taiji smiled bitterly and said, "Please stop teasing me."

Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out a stack of yellow paper talismans: "This is the talisman I made.

The Pure Yang Talisman is equivalent to the ninth level of the Sunrise, which is enough for you to protect yourself.

Huang Taiji's face straightened and he took it solemnly, "Thank you!"

Immediately, he sighed again: "Shame on you!"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and said with a smile: "Your grandfather is your grandfather, you are

You, since he doesn't care about our friendship, I will naturally not forgive him because of you, let's talk about our own affairs."

Huang Taiji nodded and said in a deep voice: "You must come back alive."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "I will. After all, I don't have a boss to rely on or a godfather to back me up now."

Huang Taiji felt inexplicably sad.

After leaving Huang Taiji's office, Zhang Yuanqing went to meet Jiang Jingwei and Jiang Ju again, then returned to Songhai and came to the glass building behind the Kangyang District Police Station.

This was the first unit he worked for after joining the official team. In the words of official members, this was where the legend began.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the glass building and looked around. Most of the clerical staff on the first floor were still there, but several female employees were missing. They did not resign, but died in the last incident of the disappearance of merit points.

He walked up the stairs as if no one was around. The sisters and aunts on the first floor were completely unaware and seemed not to have seen him.

As soon as he reached the second floor, he heard Li Dongze's voice: "Oh, my God, the superiors just sent a message that there will be no holiday for the Spring Festival this year, and everyone is on standby."

As soon as the words fell, the entire office area echoed: "Oh my God...

Zhang Yuanqing slowly scanned the office area, and saw mostly unfamiliar faces. Only Wang Tai still had his head down, quietly huddled at his workstation in the corner, isolated from the world and untouched by the dust.

Of the original Kangyang District Team 2, only Li Dongze and Wang Tai were left. Jiang Jingwei, Guan Ya, and anti-roll fighter Teng Yuan had all been transferred out of the Team 2.

"Why is this happening..." A girl with delicate makeup and brown curly hair frowned: "I have been working overtime for two months. Do I have to continue working overtime during the Spring Festival? My mom said she would introduce a handsome guy to me during the Spring Festival."

She was sitting in the position that Zhang Yuanqing once held.

Li Dongze snorted coldly: "Who are you trying to fool, little fairy? Last year you said your mate selection criteria was Yuanshi Tianzun!"

The girl shook her head repeatedly: "Last year was last year. This year, Master Tianzun has become a demigod. I still have some self-awareness.

”

A male colleague laughed and said, "You are too small. Your vision is too narrow. When Master Tianzun becomes a demigod, he must have a large harem. Only you, Little Magic Fairy, have a chance. Otherwise, you are not even worthy of carrying Master Tianzun's shoes."

"Get out!" the little fairy spat at him.

Li Dongze cleared his throat and said seriously: "The branch's top management has issued a document that the decisive battle between Yuanshi Tianzun and Taiyi Sect Master is imminent. In order to prevent the evil camp from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, everyone has to work overtime."

After calming the team members down, Li Dongze returned to the office and found a sword on the table.

With doubt, he picked up the sword and read the item's properties.

Li Dongze was stunned for a moment. He rushed out of the office like crazy and looked around the office area, as if he was looking for something.

Amid the confused and surprised gazes of the team members, Li Dongze looked at the office area which showed no abnormalities, feeling lost.

…

northwest.

In the deserted orphanage, the Demon Eye King sat outside the classroom, in the cracked corridor, staring at the deserted playground in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned his head to look at the closed door of the orphanage.

The chains were melted, the iron door opened automatically, and a young man covered in gold paint walked in slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of the Demon Eye King, opened the inventory, laid out the remaining nine-level rule-based props, and said with a smile: "Pick one, this is the return on your investment in me."

The Demon Eye didn't say anything, nor did he take the props. He raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing smiled helplessly, "It seems that you already know the evil god's plot. Indeed, that is more in line with your goal of cleansing the world. Demon Eye, you can also choose to withdraw your investment.

"You can still choose an item from here to take away."