"It's almost the New Year, toss a fart! Can't you let people have a comfortable year? ”

hung up Yin Huaishu's phone, Chang Dong couldn't help but scold, I don't know whether to scold the employee or a boring and enthusiastic netizen.

He walked to the desk, opened the drawer, pulled out a pack of 1916, pulled out one casually, walked to the window and lit it, swallowing the clouds and spitting fog.

Regarding the safety of Dawn Capital, Chang Dong is not worried.

At this time, there is only more than a month left before the change of the century in March.

The most important thing is that Dawn Capital seems to have lost a lot of money in its accounts, but in fact, Kiplin's private account has lost a lot.

If there is really a big crisis, Chang Dong will make an additional investment, and he dare not say that he will resolve the crisis, and he can also delay time.

As long as it drags on until March, those who dare to short him will definitely collapse without a fight.

"It's hard to believe that Chang Dong, a well-known businessman, is also a fellow trader." A voice that could not be heard by the naked ear echoed in Chang Dong's study.

Chang Dong's eyebrows raised slightly.

He can ignore it and pretend he doesn't know anything.

In fact, he did intend to do so.

He continued to swallow his cigarette and frowned, as if he was still bothering about the company.

A spirit dressed in a Taoist robe with a long black beard that looked like a man in his forties and fifties walked over.

He walked to Chang Dong's side and looked at Chang Dong in surprise, his brows furrowed, wondering how this wealthy businessman, who seemed to be an ordinary person, would know the news of the Sea of Sacrifices?

Undecided, a blazing firelight roared.

The blackbearded man subconsciously wanted to dodge and avoid it, but the distance was too close, and the flash of fire directly pierced his face, burning the spirit body squeak.

"Ahh

His face was even more distorted, and a large cloud of white mist erupted, and it took a while to converge and turn into his facial features again.

Behind him, a cigarette butt landed on the precious floor, emitting curling green smoke that burned the floor a little black.

What just smashed his head was Chang Dong's discarded cigarette butt!

"Bastard!" The blackbearded man roared angrily, and a spirit urn flew out of his body, and it was about to smash on Chang Dong's body in the next second.

But when the spirit urn was about to touch Chang Dong's body, Blackbeard looked at Chang Dong, who was still looking out the window, his face was cloudy, but in the end he took a breath and summoned the spirit urn back.

With a black face, he turned around and prepared to leave, intending to come and test one or two in the flesh.

I didn't think about it, as soon as he turned around, Chang Dong suddenly said: "I can't bear to use the spirit pot, or do you have a conscience to find it?" ”

Blackbeard's figure froze suddenly, and then he looked at Chang Dong as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, Chang Dong also turned his face and looked at him playfully.

"You...... Can you see me? ”

"What do you say?"

Blackbeard exploded instantly: "You did it on purpose just now, didn't you?" ”

"Yes! What do you have for advice? ”

Blackbeard became more and more restless, his old face turned red, and a few spirit urns subconsciously appeared around his body, but he stared at Chang Dong and didn't dare to hit it.

However, he didn't hit it, but Chang Dong stretched out his hand and grabbed the void.

Suddenly, Blackbeard's face was pale and levitated.

Chang Dong waved his hand, and the black beard was thrown out of the window like a green onion: "If you dare to trespass on a private house, it won't be a cigarette butt." ”

Blackbeard's whole person, no, it should be said that the whole spirit fell out of the courtyard in a daze.

It took a while to regain control of his body, and this side had just recovered, and before he had time to sigh, a car was coming, forcing him to even have supernatural powers, so he had to roll around on a donkey, so he dodged.

Blackbeard's old face was flushed and he stood up, he looked at the high-walled compound next to him, he was indignant and frightened, and he had the heart to say a few words, but the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

After a while, I had to go away.

Chang Dong stood at the window, looked at the blackbeard in the distance, and pursed his lips.

About half an hour later, a black Mercedes stopped in front of the copper door.

The servant came to report that a man who claimed to be the director of the Xuanjiao Association had visited.

Chang Dong raised his eyebrows and made an appointment to meet this person in the living room on the first floor.

When the figure of the man appeared at the long entrance, Chang Dong stood up, smiling, and seemed to be knowledgeable.

It's just that when the people who came saw Chang Dong behaving like this, the old face suddenly darkened, and his heart was even more worried.

The name of the person who came was Rong Xueyi, one of the directors of the Xuanjiao Association, and the head of the Dajing Academy, when he saw Chang Dong's smiling posture, his expression suddenly froze.

Especially when he saw Chang Dong looking at his chin, his expression was even more embarrassed.

This Rong Xueyi is none other than Blackbeard, who has just been thrown out of the window by Chang Dong.

It's just that he has returned to the flesh, his chin is smooth and clean like a virgin, and Chang Dong still sees it for the first time.

"Dare to ask sir, who did you learn from?" The servant was still there, and Rong Xueyi asked about humility.

Chang Dong smiled, waved his hand at the servant, and said, "Sit down and talk." ”

Rong Xueyi gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. borrowed the name of the game to invite friends from all over the world, the kid was happy to see the hunt for a while, and trespassed into Mr.'s mansion, I hope to forgive me." ”

"Tsk, you Xuanjiao people are so literate when they speak?" Chang Dong asked.

"Huh? No, no, I'm just ......" Rong Xueyi blushed, not knowing what to say.

"Sit down and talk!" Chang Dong spoke for the second time.

Rong Xueyi didn't dare to ink anymore, and sat next to him cautiously, the fragrant tea on the table was curling, like silk, just like his state of mind, stretching and fluttering.

It's really the one in front of him, too abnormal, too unexpected for him.

Looking at him as an ordinary person, he couldn't see the slightest bit of cultivation in his body, but as soon as he raised his hand, he could immobilize him, this kind of means was simply incredible.

"Coming for the Sea of Sacrifices?" Chang Dong asked.

"Ah, yes."

"You're late."

"Huh? Already a soul-draining? ”

"Hmm."

Rong Xueyi suddenly lost his soul when he heard this.

Like Cao Fu, he was a cultivator.

The difference is that Cao Fu cultivates the Fu Sect, but he cultivates the Incense Sect, also known as the Outer God Sect.

Although the incense faction pays attention to incense, whether the spirit is strong or not is the foundation of how much incense is mobilized, so it also attaches great importance to the spirit body.

Now that I heard that the soul of the sacrifice had been removed, it was naturally a little difficult to accept.

After a while, Rong Xueyi forced his spirit and said, "Is the soul of the sacrifice still in your hands?" ”

"There are parts."

Rong Xueyi trembled: "Really? ”

"Fake." Chang Dong didn't say anything.

Rong Xueyi saw Chang Dong's joke, and his expression didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he said after a while: "Can you give me a moment?" ”

The engraving here is, of course, a unit of psionic energy.

The remaining sacrificial soul in Chang Dong's hand is about thirteen moments.

"Yes, take something in exchange."

"What do you want?"

"Legacy!"

Rong Xueyi's face trembled suddenly.