In the north of Rancho Santa Fe Town, USA, a villa with an extremely large area and a mountain against the sea. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info villa is hidden under shady green trees, the road is quiet and tidy, the sea breeze blows gently with a little wetness, there are three or two passers-by walking their dogs, and the sea is a little bit of white sails racing forward.

What a beautiful scenery of the Holy Land.

It was the Song family's mansion in San Diego, California.

The Song family belongs to the wealthy class in the United States, and the family is mainly involved in the machinery and military industries, especially the latter, which belongs to the real power industry and is not something that can be set foot in if you have money. As one of the few China-descendant families that have truly integrated into the upper class of Western society, the Song family has far-reaching influence and sufficient voice in the United States.

The main reason is that the family has an unrivaled economic position as well as a deep political position. Since Song Weijing's great-grandfather began to set foot in politics, the Song family has produced an ambassador abroad, two governors and a minister of labor, and now, Song Weijing's father, Song Daihua, who once served as a minister-level commercial counselor in China for a short time, has now been nominated as the minister of commerce in this cabinet.

It can be said that except for a limited number of local political families, the Song family belongs to the top super powerful people in the United States. Moreover, American politics belongs to corporate politics, and it is precisely because of this that the Song family, like other large conglomerates, has been actively involved in politics for generations.

In fact, the so-called racial discrimination is used to be on the news, and who dares to discriminate against the real elite? It is always those who are discriminated against, and it is always those who discriminate against others. As the real high-level, they only speak in terms of strength, and in this regard, the entire human race is extremely similar: the strong are respected, whether it is the cultivation world or the mundane world.

In the living room, Song Daihua smoked a cigar and frowned. Now that his career is thriving, he is heartbroken about his daughter. Since a serious illness, my daughter seems to have changed as a person, and her temperament has changed greatly. All day long, I went my own way, and the dragon saw the beginning but not the end. The personality has become withdrawn.,Don't like to socialize with people.,Treat your parents like passers-by.,Basically have nothing to say.。 I only know that God mysteriously does something that the family doesn't know, and he doesn't allow anyone to interfere with it, and he turns his face faster than he turns a book, even with his parents.

The most important thing is that as the only contemporary descendant of the Song family, she no longer cares about or cares about any business matters at all. On the contrary, there are many places to spend money.

For example, some time ago, those pregnant women who got in, I really don't know if her head was convulsed, and she even fought with the immigration bureau, which had a very bad impact and has attracted the attention of people in Congress. You must know that in the United States, the Song family also has political enemies, and there are many more powerful existences than the Song family.

This was not the case with the lively and cheerful daughter in the past.

Song Daihua decided to take advantage of this opportunity to call her daughter back and have a good talk with her.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and a low engine roar woke up Song Daihua in thought, and his daughter came back. This is the unique sound of a Maserati that has been custom-modified from the factory, and it is the only one of its kind in the world.

Still in a black long skirt and high-heeled sandals, Song Weijing walked in. Seeing the man who should be called her father on the sofa, she became more and more unfamiliar, and it may also be one of the side effects of blood transfusion, until now, she is becoming more and more reluctant to call out the word father.

The tall man stood in the center of the living room and asked directly, "Why did you call me back in a hurry?"

Song Daihua frowned again, very dissatisfied with his daughter's unceremonious way of dialogue, the Song family's tutor has always been very strict, and he has always been very satisfied with his educational results. Unexpectedly, after a trip to Huaxia, it became the uneducated appearance it is now.

But now is not the time to investigate, Song Daihua pointed to the opposite seat, smiled slightly, and said, "Sit!"

Song Weijing was also quite dissatisfied, but she still sat down and said, "I'm busy, hurry up and say something." "I was really busy, I had something to say quickly, and I was ready to leave at any time.

Song Daihua's brows jumped, he was already on the verge of breaking out, fortunately, he was a political figure for many years, and he had strong forbearance ability, and asked: "The mercenary team of more than 100 people you formed, and all of them are armed to the teeth, have been stabbed to Congress by a certain congressman, and now they are transferred to the FBI and filed for investigation." I ask you, what are you going to do to form this team?"

The girl who was sitting in a precarious position turned cold in her voice and said, "You investigate me?"

Song Daihua couldn't help but sneer and said, "Do you still need to investigate, the report of the Congress is clearly written." With that, he slapped a blue paper on the coffee table. The word "FBI" is written on it, and there is a two-inch photo of Song Weijing.

Song Weijing just glanced at the document and said quietly: "You don't have to worry about it, I will take care of it!"

The clay man also has three points, not to mention Song Daihua, who has been calling for wind and rain in the political and business circles for a long time, her daughter's cold attitude finally angered her, and said angrily: "You deal with it, how do you deal with it, you will make our family very passive, since you are in this circle, you must abide by the rules of this circle, you know?"

Seeing him angry, Song Weijing stood up directly and walked out, just leaving a sentence: "I'm busy." ”

The fiery Lao Tzu was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped like thunder and said, "Song Weijing, stop!"

The changed daughter paused slightly, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the night, followed by the roar of the engine again.

Actually, she's really busy.

After killing the nine children and their mother with her own hands, she obtained two hundred milliliters of Extreme Yang Blood, which was much inferior to Su Hong's ripening blood, but it was enough to use.

On the way to the destination, she stepped on the accelerator and never left, maintaining a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, thanks to this amount of modified cars with superior performance, she arrived at the destination of the trip - Huangshi National Forest Park in five hours.

Of course, with her inhuman new ability, she crossed the state all the way without leaving a record of herself or her car on any equipment, just like driving all the way from Seattle to the man's house named Song Daihua.

Song Weijing hid the car, carried a small handbag, and walked through the depths of the dense forest at great speed, pointing out that only a faint phantom was left behind, which was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and did not even startle the animals eating grass.

Yellowstone's Caldera, the world's largest active volcanic complex, is still bubbling with lava. The dark red lava is rushing, and bubbles are constantly coming out, exploding brilliant sparks, and the heat is amazing.

After passing through a number of prohibited areas clearly stipulated by the government, Song Weijing came to the end of the trip. Standing in the crater and looking at the hot magma surging underground, my mood is stirred. The reason for this rush was that there was a haunting voice that had been crying out in her heart, and since the blood transfusion, she had been able to hear it, constantly tugging at his soul and summoning her here.

When everything was ready, she came.

The call from the bottom of her heart sounded again, this time so strongly, she knew that the voice was beneath the volcano. Song Weijing closed her eyes and listened quietly. The voice was so kind, as if it came from herself, constantly admonishing her: give up your guard, give up your self, and let everything go as you wish.

She willingly did so.

After a long time, I suddenly opened my eyes, and they were all red.

When I opened the handbag, it was the oversized syringe used to collect blood. At this time, it was already filled with bright red blood, and it could be said that it was loaded with nine souls, young souls who had not been born.

With the same needle, Song Weijing directly inserted it into the vein of her arm, then closed her eyes and gently pushed it, waiting for the blood to flow into her blood veins bit by bit. Gradually, the blood in her eyes spread to her skin, until her long hair was dyed red, making her a bloody person.

Rip off your clothes and kick off your shoes. The proud twin peaks stood tall in the air with an eerie glow of blood, and two dark purple bumps were congested with excitement. The long flowing flaming red hair continued to grow, hanging down to the crisp buttocks, and then reaching the heels, two straight, unboiled long legs standing in the air.

Song Weijing, who has completely lost herself, has no time to appreciate her proud capital. When the blood was transfused, he kicked his legs hard and crossed a perfect curve in the air, like a bird or a jumping dolphin, plunging into the blood-colored lava.

She jumped off a cliff without warning, and it was an active crater that kept sparking. Without a hint of hesitation, the body was as if it were not her own, without any attachment.

Secretly, she knew she needed to do it, but she didn't know why. There's just a voice urging her to jump!

Actually, speaking of which, for the current Song Weijing, this body is really not hers.

"Boom ......"

The volcano, which was hundreds of millions of years old, erupted, and instantly swallowed that beautiful carcass.

In the night sky, fiery red and brilliant lava was projected into the air by a powerful force of earth, and fairies lit up the entire sky like scattered flowers. This eruption was different, there was no billowing smoke, no obscure ash, just watery blood-red magma scattered.

"Ang ......", suddenly a series of horse neighing sounded, high-pitched and loud.

At this time, a fiery red Pegasus flew out of the blood-colored magma, nearly five meters long, more than two meters high, with a long single horn on its head, covered with red scales, and a firelight wrapped around the entire body.

This is an ancient beast that is on par with the mount of the ancestor of Xiuzhen, Taijia, Kui Niu-Xuan!

Tianma stepped on the spurted magma, swimming in the air, his blood-colored eyes revealed coldness, and a voice came from his mouth: "Tu's calamity, King Dayu, hum ......"

There was endless hatred in his voice......

At the same time, in the depths of the Qinling Mountains, an unknown mountain. A young boy of six or seven years old was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, holding a gray-black tortoiseshell with two ancient coins spinning at an even speed, without stopping. The tortoiseshell has an oval-shaped cap, so coins that spin around do not fall.

Behind him, however, was a giant white eagle, standing majestically.

Suddenly, the ancient coin slowed down and rotated left and right a few times, and came to a stop in an overlapping state.

At this time, his eyes also opened, frowned and glanced at the position of the coin on the tortoise shell, and said: "Thunderbird, tell the king snake to return to the tomb immediately, guard the abyss of Yushan, I am afraid that there will be great changes in the near future." ”

The eagle replied "yes" and flew high.

In a hurry, he heard the boy's last sentence, which seemed to admonish and seemed to say to himself: "The inheritor has been inherited, but the grave keeper has not yet grown, and the plan must be raised!"

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Chapter 113 (End) (To be continued.) )