"Huo Jiting, what are you doing here? Your son asked my son to come here to help, and now his life and death are unknown, why are you stopping here? Why do you want to do something with us?"

Huo Jiting frowned, her lips trembled a little, she was angry, she opened her mouth a few times but never said anything, Huo Huiting was also a proud person, even if she was under house arrest for several years, no one dared to talk to her like this.

Huo Jiting squeezed out a few words from between her teeth, "Who are you?"

"Huhai Zhang family, Zhang Yuanmei."

"Okay, then I'll ask you."

Before Huo Huiling could continue, Zhang Yuanmei interrupted her, she looked at Ji Huatang and said, "Ji family boy, leave it to me here, you take my place, you continue."

"It's Mrs. Zhang." Ji Huatang answered, and immediately walked away to find someone else, he really didn't want to stay here, it was not good to offend any grandmother.

"Okay, you go ahead."

"Did you arrest some people?"

"What's going on?"

"There's a very important person in there, and they're dangerous."

"What do you mean?"

"Remind my son."

Zhang Yuanmei narrowed her eyes at this time, this woman is the daughter of Huo Laoying's old age, even if she has his true inheritance, she may also be the one who inherits his mantle. But what is the purpose of her presence here at this moment?

"Then you can talk to your son yourself. I just want to know, you've come back, don't go to the mother-son reunion, the father-daughter reunion, what are you doing here."

Hearing these yin and yang strange words, Huo Jiting snorted coldly and said, "Everyone is each other, at least my son, I want to see each other, and I can see you."

The two beautiful young women, both holding a famous sword in their hands, but at this time, they were fighting very inappropriately.

The entire 35th floor of the Yihe Building has become a mess at this time. Everywhere there were gunshots, and no one paid any attention to the two women arguing like shrews. As they got closer, they began to whisper.

"It's been twelve years, long time no see."

"Don't talk nonsense, what's your situation now."

"It's not good, I'm poisoned, I can't leave here."

"Can you solve it?"

"I can't solve it, Western things, they feel they control my consciousness, but their tricks are not unusual to us."

"Are there any important people here?"

"There's a secret room here, and everyone is inside, but you can't get in for a short time, and you have to pay a lot of money to get in, so let's take people with you quickly."

"Okay, what's going on with the person who was taken?"

"I don't know, it seems that there is an important person who happened to be captured by you. I overheard it."

"I'll tell your son about you. Take care."

"Make a move."

"Okay."

The two women, who seemed to be incompatible, really fought, and neither of them seemed to have their hands spared, and each sword seemed to take the other's life.

Two women who seem to have nothing to do with each other are actually in a relationship, twelve years ago, they gave birth to a boy in an obstetrics and gynecology hospital in Shanghai. One boy is named Zhang Qilu and the other boy is Qin Dao.

......

There is a church not far from the Yihe Building, St. Philip Cathedral in Xiangjiang, the church was built one hundred and fifty years ago, it is a Goethe-style building, the cathedral can accommodate five hundred people at the same time when worshipping, fifty years ago when Xiangjiang fell, it was used as a concentration camp, and it was also the Dongying officers' club, and the Dongying people were defeated in order to vent their anger and blew up here.

Adrian, as the archbishop after the cardinals, was several ranks higher than the Bishops of East Asia, and no one dared to ask him anything when he came here.

At three o'clock in the morning, Adrian sat in the first row and looked up at the stained glass on the roof. He's not alone, he's sitting next to a seven or eight-year-old kid, this

The child has slightly curly fuchsia hair.

There were three people kneeling in front of them, and the three girls knelt very low, a bit like a five-body bow, this is not Europa's prostration, but like a slave bowing to his master.

The fuchsia haired child said impatiently, "Let's go, you guys go, I can't help her."

"Your Excellency, you are the only one here to help us."

"Look at me now, I can't help you."

"It was my mom who brought us here, and you're sure you can help our mom. Anyway, she's your descendant."

"No, she's not my descendant, she's not even a Blood. You'd better go."

"No, she is, she used to be your most loyal servant, and now that her seal has been broken, if she can't reseal it before dawn, she'll be wiped out."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing for her."

As he spoke, the child picked up a glass of blood-red liquid and took a sip.

"Karen, you can't drink here." Adrian said

Karen Karan made a helpless expression and put down the goblet in his hand.

"The level of that forbidden technique is too high for me to do now, and as you can see, I can only rely on an old man to protect me now, and I have to listen to him. I can't do anything about it."

"Kid, it's not impossible."

"Old man, can you please stop calling me child. I know your ancestors twenty generations ago, is it appropriate for you to call me a child?"

"There's nothing inappropriate, I'm very comfortable calling you a child. You can try it with that child's blood, and maybe you'll be cured of this half-man's illness, but there aren't many of you anyway."

Karen Karan frowned, his right index finger tapping rhythmically against the back of his left hand, and the cathedral was silent, and everyone could hear the crisp tapping clearly. Z.br>

"Do you have any other choice? Capet's."

"Nope."

"I have two options for you to choose from. But there are pros and cons to this, you need to think clearly, and you have to pay the price."

"Yes, my lord, we understand, you say."

"There is a lot of uncertainty in both scenarios. The first one, I can give the two of you a place for a descendant, and then teach that blood forbidden technique to that person, your physical fitness is very good, you should have hope of approaching the strength of the marquis, and then whether you can learn that forbidden technique in a few hours depends on yourself."

The Capet sisters looked at each other, but there was no determination in their eyes.

"My lord, what about the other option?"

"I have a friend here, she's a little special, I can try it with her blood, but I don't know if it will work out. If successful, your mother may be able to become a true Kindred and even move freely under the sun. You're running out of time, so you'd better make a decision quickly."

......

Qin Dao was telling some incredible things while observing the old man opposite. At first, the old man was calm, but when he listened, he was not calm, his body became straighter and straighter, and his eyes gradually narrowed. This kind of thing is not new, and it is not uncommon for them to shoot such a story. But he never thought that people could really travel through time and space through the four dimensions of time and space.

Every now and then, the old man would interrupt and ask some questions. Some Qin Dao can answer, and some Qin Dao can't. For example, the principle of the output of the four-dimensional space, such as whether other people can enter it, and so on.

Although these Qin Dao were noncommittal, it made Smith even more convinced of what Qin Dao said. The more the old man listened, the more excited he became. He even stood up and paced around the room.

"Young Master Qin, forgive me for being rude and interrupting again."

"You say."

"Can you control the timing of your travel, and if so, can you do a lot of things?"

"This won't work for the time being,

Someone told us not to think about doing things that change history at important historical junctures, otherwise we will bear unimaginable cause and effect. The consequences are unimaginable, and not only can we not do that, but we must try to make history go in the known direction."

"That's a shame." The old man was obviously a little disappointed.

"Is it a pity? I don't think how much of the history you are referring to is the truth of history. So there's still a lot of room for manoeuvre."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes lit up again.

"Everyone in the world thinks that Zhang Dashuai died in 1938, but this is not the case. Besides, I just left one out at random, and you know how much energy this has for the future. If, I said if, I had known you earlier, I could have added your words to my arrangement. Then I think my wealth will multiply several times now. So now a lot of the problems are actually no longer problems."

"yes, yes. You're right." The old man excitedly slapped his palm with his fist, and then laughed and said, "It's not in vain that I've spent half my life, this answer is even more interesting than I thought."

Qin Dao looked at the old man opposite, his brows furrowed, he had actually considered a set of rhetoric, but this old man knew a lot about his own side of things, and there was no way to fool the past with temporary fabrications, although Qin Dao was not as able to see through people as Zhang Qilu, but he still had the ability to recognize people, he could see the sincerity of the old man, but Qin Dao ignored one thing, although the old man was sincere, but what about the other people around the old man.

At this time, Qin Dao must not have imagined what his choice today would bring to this world in the future.

But sometimes that's the case, and if you can't get over it today, there's no future to speak of.

At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open, Ah Fu walked in, Qin Dao came back to his senses and looked at the other end of the table, the old man was no longer there.

"Young master, someone downstairs wants to talk to you."

"Someone."

"Someone from over there."

Qin Dao, who had wasted a day of saliva, didn't know why his hands were a little itchy at this time, he stroked the sword box beside him, he really hoped that the person who came could give him some surprises, do an assassination or something, so that he could enjoy himself.

But the person Ah Fu brought up made him a little disappointed, in his twenties, he was a Westerner with Chinese ancestry, with excellent appearance, tall figure, wearing a set of light-colored professional clothes, no matter how he looked like a secretary, not like a very powerful look.

Qin Dao didn't speak, just looked at the other party coldly.

"Hello Young Master Qin, I've been looking up for a long time, my name is Angela, and I want to talk to you about it."