Coming out of the basement, the battle above was over, and Mrs. Miya was lying on the sofa with a pale face, which should be the result of the excessive use of golden flames, burning too many lives.

"Roy, how is Lady Meiya?" Zhou Sheng asked with concern.

"I've had restorative therapy and I've stabilized my mood. Roy seemed to have a heart ache.

Zhou Sheng saw the deep cat's claw marks on the wall, and knew that the battle was extremely fierce, it seemed that the three-tailed spirit fox had made a lot of efforts, and it could provoke Mrs. Meiya so much that even the ceiling was full of deranged cat's claws and fox claws.

Zhou Sheng held Mrs. Meiya's hand, "Madam, you've made you suffer." Zhou Sheng released a large number of life healing techniques, and Mrs. Meiya's face turned rosy, like a beautiful big apple.

"Lady Miya, are you alright? I really didn't expect that you could resist the side effects of the golden flame, you are very powerful. Zhou Sheng pinched Mrs. Meiya's soft hand, it was really smooth.

Mrs. Meiya blinked her eyes and sat up slowly, "You actually know the Golden Flame?"

"Hehe, I don't know if I'm too lucky, I've seen it before and thought it was the owner of the Golden Flame, and he survived by Clay Ostraz's method. Zhou Sheng seemed to want to break the news and see Mrs. Meiya's reaction, Mrs. Meiya knew that the way to resist the golden flame must be inseparable from Clay Ostraz.

"What else do you know?" Lady Meiya stared at Zhou Sheng with burning eyes, trying to figure out what Zhou Sheng found in his eyes.

"I have the diary of Clay's senpai. "What Zhou Sheng has now scavenged from Ansra and obtained from Kim Raul has a total of the first one hundred and thirty-six entries of the diary.

"What. You actually have a diary?" Mrs. Meiya stood up excitedly, hugged Zhou Sheng tightly, and imprinted a red lip on Zhou Sheng's head.

Lady Miya spun like a maiden. He smiled like a silver bell, and stepped on a melodic rhythm under his feet. Mrs. Meiya was as enthusiastic as she was when she first saw Zhou Sheng, and nothing had happened.

Zhou Sheng also hung unceremoniously on Mrs. Meiya, enjoying the embrace of the beauty.

"I'll take you somewhere and let your friends stay here for now. Lady Miya smiled like a flower, and her voice was crisp.

"Good boys, Roy, Draven. Wait here for me, and I'll be back in a moment. Zhou Sheng had already guessed the purpose of Mrs. Meiya, maybe he would be able to collect some of the diaries again.

Mrs. Meiya carried Zhou Sheng through the living room. Walk through the kitchen to the backyard, where there is a small room in the corner. Pushing open the door, there was a gray-haired old gentleman inside. Crane hair and childish face. I'm looking through a lot of materials. He should be fifty years old, but due to long-term research, he looks very old.

"Heru, a friend has come to the house. Mrs. Miya exclaimed kindly, and seemed kind and gentle to the old man.

Zhou Sheng said secretly, it turns out that this is the principal of the No. 1 University in Nebula City, he has no demeanor at all, it's really terrible. It's like an old pedant, shutting himself up all day long.

"I don't see ......," Khrushchev did not raise his head. Continuing to flip through the books, "Miya, I said that in addition to work, I will spend all my time unraveling your family history and unraveling your confusion......"

With a happy smile on her face, Mrs. Meiya put Zhou Sheng down, put her hands around Khrushchevye's neck from behind, and kissed Khrushchevye's head.

Zhou Sheng shook his head, it was really a flower inserted in cow dung, but this old man's spirit of being so diligent for his wife is still admirable.

"Heru, put down the book, who do you see I have brought here?" Mrs. Meiya lifted Khrushchevye's head and turned to Zhou Sheng.

"Hi Khrushchevye, I am a good friend of your wife. Zhou Sheng consciously sat on a pile of books.

Khrushchev jerked his brows, obviously he didn't have a good impression of Zhou Sheng's rudeness, it was his beloved book, and he was actually sat on by this kid who ran out of nowhere. If it hadn't been for Miya, he would have beaten this kid's ass and driven him out.

"Who are you, and what are you here for?" Khrushchevye did not see anything special except the cunning in the child's eyes, and some seductive charm.

"Heru, laugh at one, don't underestimate him. He's fought with the owner of the Golden Flame, and he still has the diary of Clyo Ostraz. Mrs. Miya pursed her lips and protested against her husband's rigidity.

"Jin Yan, Diary, do you really have it, kid, let me see. Khrushchev Ye suddenly let go of all prejudices, grabbed Zhou Sheng, and almost robbed it.

"Hey, old man, I'm not doing it, you let me go, or I'll call the police." Zhou Sheng is most afraid that men will be enthusiastic about him, and he is really not suitable for this kind of situation.

Khrushchevye awkwardly withdrew his hand and apologized for his gaffe. "I'm sorry, little friend, if you can lend me your diary, I'll thank you a lot. Khrushchev straightened his sitting posture and tried to keep himself calm.

"Oh, thank you so much, what kind of thank you method is it, give me Mrs. Meiya?" Zhou Sheng showed an evil smile, collecting a giant beauty, Zhou Sheng still had a strong interest.

"Ahem, this is no joke. I'm the president of the University of Doflamingo, and I have a huge network of power, wealth, and people, and I can give you anything but Meiya and help you get it. "Khrushchev Ye has this confidence, even the four major families have a lot to do with him, and they have to sell him some face.

"Old man, this is what you said, don't go back. Zhou Sheng is not in a hurry to bring it up, as long as the old man agrees, he will want whatever he wants, which is equivalent to an infinite ATM, and he can take some points when he wants, anyway, Khrushchev Ye has a lot of wealth.

"I have no regrets, I have been fighting for Meiya all my life, and nothing else is worth mentioning to me. Khrushchev said firmly, looking at Mrs. Meiya and smiling, and their hands were clasped tightly.

Mrs. Meiya hugged Khrushchev's old body, but she felt extremely happy. Zhou Sheng was a little moved, it was obviously a very discordant picture, but it made people feel warm in their hearts.

Zhou Sheng was not hypocritical, took out his diary and handed it all to Khrushchevye. Mrs. Miya's face was full of joy, and Khrushchev was full of tears, trembling hands, and gently took a diary, like Kinti's father, Kim Raul, and groped carefully, for fear of breaking it.

Khrushchev Ye just stroked, reluctant to open, his face full of surprise. (To be continued......)