I have ten trillion licking dog gold

After leaving the little-known private museum, Boss Jiang quickly looked around, and when he didn't see Liao Xiangdong, he decisively went home.

True feelings can never withstand the test of time.

My dear brother, who used to fight alongside me through thick and thin, has now completely changed.

How can such a world not cause depression?

Fortunately, Boss Jiang is someone who can "easily boast at any time," so he wasn't too discouraged. He didn't lament about the wickedness of people along the way. Sitting in the back of the taxi, his eyes were vacant, and he seemed lost in thought. Perhaps he was pondering the whereabouts of those lost animal heads? Or perhaps he really wanted to include foot baths in medical insurance and lead everyone to glory?
"Really, just once. You can name any conditions you want."

When Jiang Chen got home, he unexpectedly spotted a guest.

Luo Li'er.

This girl is clinging to Daoist Duanmu, trying to bewitch her with something, making it impossible for her to watch TV properly.

"I can not."

"Why not? Liuli, you are free. As long as you are willing, no one can interfere with your decision, not even Senior Li Shurui."

Hear this.

Jiang Chen knew that this girl probably had "ill intentions".

Li Shurui isn't here; she must be at the company.

The Martial Saint kid isn't here either; he's at school.

It's obvious they're taking advantage of Master Duanmu being home alone to sneak in.

But the Taoist nuns of today are not the same as before; they are not as easily fooled as they were when they first came down from the mountain.

Duanmu Liuli didn't reply, but turned around. Luo Lier, who was lost in her own thoughts, didn't understand and subconsciously turned around as well, but hearing was faster than sight.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Boss Jiang approached.

Why did he have to come back at this time of year? It's so annoying.

Luo Li'er is no match for her sister. Her sister is a professional actress, and while she may not be able to maintain composure at all times, she wouldn't wear her guilty conscience on her face like this girl. The moment she saw someone, she immediately jumped up from the sofa in fright, her smile awkward and stiff, and called out timidly.

"Senior."

The person who had just fought Guanyin smiled enigmatically, "It hasn't been long since we last met, why are you so excited?"

Luo Li'er was embarrassed, knowing that the other party had probably heard something, and said with a hint of reproach, "Why do you walk so quietly, senior?"

No sound?

Do I have to make a big fuss when I go home?
really.

Being unreasonable is an innate trait of girls.

It's just a matter of degree.

"Could it be that you're too focused?"

"It's okay, I'll go back now."

Seeing that Cheng Yaojin had suddenly appeared, Luo Li'er immediately changed her plans and decided to retreat.

How long has it been? How come everything has changed so much?

This girl used to be quite "attached" to her senior.

"stop."

Comrade Jiang Chen couldn't accept this change and called Luo Li'er over. Even though he had been tricked by Liao Xiangdong, he hadn't implicated any innocent people. After all, he didn't know Luo Li'er's sister when he met this school beauty.

"What's wrong? I'll help if I can."

Jiang's strategy towards Luo Li'er has remained consistent; he has no other tricks up his sleeve, focusing solely on granting her every request.

"I think……"

Luo Li'er's obsidian-like eyes darted around, probably thinking that even if she didn't say anything, Duanmu Liuli wouldn't keep the secret, so she chose to take the initiative to confess.

"...Please have Ruri be the model."

"model?"

Jiang Chen was caught off guard.

"Ah."

Luo Li'er nodded, "Senior Xu and I have designed a set of clothes, so we would like to ask Liu Li to help us try them on."

Luo Li'er was someone he summoned back from France.

He was well aware that Xu Siyi, who was "emotionally intelligent," had joined KE in China.

But these two, though they were just playing around, why did they suddenly start setting their sights on the young Taoist nun?
"no!"

Jiang Chen, who had just been so kind and amiable, refused outright, as if he had immediately turned his back on someone after successfully getting information out of them.

"Why not? Anyway, Liuli has nothing to do, and we're not refusing to pay her."

Luo Li'er argued her case logically, but who was she subtly targeting?
"There are so many models, you can't choose any of them."

Jiang Chen found it somewhat amusing, "She's not a model."

"No professional skills are required."

Luo Li'er said, "Senior Xu and I are studying fine arts and dance, respectively, but neither of us are professionals. Senior, don't be so narrow-minded."

No wonder she mentioned Li Shurui earlier.

Li Shurui must have known about this and had given Duanmu Liuli some instructions.

"It's not the same thing. She's a nun."

"She is a Taoist priest, not a Buddhist monk."

"Taoist priests are also monks; have you ever seen a Taoist priest showing his face in public and advertising himself?"

Jiang Chen shook his head, "It really won't work."

It's not that he, as a senior student, is heartless; it's just that this matter is too outrageous.

What if that old sage finds out that he used someone's prized disciple to shoot commercials and do business?
That's right.

Taoism is not Buddhism.

Taoism does not emphasize compassion.

Moreover.

He couldn't get past Lanpei's hurdle either.

You just went through so much trouble to escape from a private museum, and now you're just handing them a handle to use against you again?

He couldn't find another dog head to save his life anytime soon.

"Why don't you go to your sister? Your sister is a professional."

Jiang Chen offered a suggestion.

"My sister isn't good enough. Asking her would be cheating. We need to rely on our own abilities."

"puff."

It wasn't intentional.

I really couldn't resist.

"What are you laughing at?"

Luo Li'er was dissatisfied.

Jiang Chen raised his hand to indicate his embarrassment, trying to restrain himself, but his smile only grew brighter.

"If asking your sister is cheating, then asking her isn't cheating?"

Luo Li'er opened her cherry-like mouth, but no sound came out. She couldn't help but glance at the Taoist nun who seemed to be an outsider listening to their chatter.

Yes.

Her sister is a successful international celebrity. Getting her to shoot an advertisement is not just about whether the clothes are wearable. Even if she's wearing a snakeskin bag, it still represents cutting-edge fashion.

Although Duanmu Liuli is not a public figure, her stunning beauty is undeniable. When she stands in front of the camera, the design of her clothing becomes irrelevant.

"If it doesn't work, then forget it!"

"What's the rush? Sit down and let's talk."

Luo Li'er was speechless and quickly left. Jiang Chen couldn't stop her even after a long time. After Luo Li'er left, Jiang Chen's gaze returned to the young Taoist nun who seemed like an outsider even though it was clearly her own business, and he smiled for no reason.

Natural beauty is hard to ignore.

If such a woman lived in ancient times, she would probably be hidden away in the emperor's harem.

Ok.

The title of Consort Ning is quite fitting.

Oops.

It's all her senior's fault.

They had to pull off a trap, even bringing out a prop like the dragon throne.

They've corrupted his mind.

Have you seen your senior sister recently?

Jiang Chen asked.

"Ah."

“Your sister is so old, but she doesn’t slack off at all. You can’t be lazy either.”

Jiang Chen looked at the television and said, "Enjoy yourself, but don't forget to practice your skills."

Mr. Jiang is still too aware of potential problems.

Although I've learned my lesson and won't be easily fooled again, what if the Taoist nun can't defeat the Blood Guanyin? Wouldn't it all be for nothing?
"If you talk to your senior sister like that, she'll be unhappy." "..."

Jiang Chen wanted to laugh again.

he knows.

The Taoist nun is expressing her personal emotions.

They truly are sisters from the same school.

of course.

Jiang Chen was not afraid to defend his senior sister, which actually showed that the Daoist nun was kind and righteous. As for himself, it was a job assigned by her master, and the two did not conflict.

When the two conflict, he believes that his master's instructions will definitely take precedence.

"What I mean is that you should learn from your senior sister. The path of martial arts requires lifelong dedication, just like learning for ordinary people. You have to keep learning as long as you live. You are both the old immortal's favorite disciples. The old immortal trained your senior sister, but still chose to take you as his disciple. This shows that he has higher expectations for you as his disciple. You can't let him down."

How wicked people can be!

Before the Blood Guanyin could even do anything to him, she immediately started planting a demonic seed in the Daoist nun's heart, laying the groundwork for possible future events.

That radiant and selfless demeanor truly made him seem to be considering the well-being of his Taoist nun sister.

"You go about your business."

After saying that, Jiang Chen turned around and went upstairs.

After he left, Duanmu Liuli glanced at the fruit on the coffee table, seemed to think it wasn't sweet anymore, and picked up the remote to turn off the TV.

"Clap."

Upon entering the room, Jiang Chen closed the door and took a shower.

Ok.

Maybe it was because I was too stuffy in the private museum and sweated too much.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, Boss Jiang first repaid evil with kindness by letting Qingmei, who had chased him back, know that he was safe and sound, and adding a rose emoji. Isn't the beauty of life just in some silly little romantic gestures?

"call--"

After sending the message to Qingmei, Jiang Chen's mood seemed to change. He slowly exhaled, held his phone, and after a while, made an international call.

No one heard.

He didn't rush to redial.

About half a minute later, the phone rang.

The screen displayed the number he had dialed.

"The clan is having a meeting, Jiang Sang, I'm sorry."

Jiang Sang.

The only person in the world who would refer to someone like that is that Japanese succubus.

Tokyo.

The ancestral home of the Fujiwara family.

Fujiwara Reiki was not lying. She had just come out from the meeting in the middle of the session, dressed in a traditional kimono, with her hair in a high bun, and her makeup deliberately leaning towards a dignified and elegant style. After all, she no longer needed to rely on her looks to make a living.

of course.

Even though she tried to downplay it, the bewitching charm that flowed in her blood could not be suppressed, and the elders did not dare to look at her much during the meeting.

"It's okay, you go ahead with your meeting, I'll contact you afterwards."

Mr. Jiang is very understanding.

Although unlike Princess Qing, he and Princess Qing achieved a happy ending, but the ill-fated relationship between him and this stunning beauty was still complicated and difficult to unravel.

"It's alright. Fujiwara Takuno is the clan head. Whether I'm here or not is unimportant."

No matter how long it takes for them to meet or contact each other, this legendary enchantress's attitude towards him never seems to change, a stark contrast to those despicable villains.

So why does green tea always seem to win people's hearts?
How warm it is!

"Jiang Sang, you're looking for Li Ji because you need something, right?"

Of course something happened.

Otherwise, why would you make this call in the first place?
Talking about love.

It's true that there's a real relationship, and it's happened more than once, but the person on the other end of the phone is a legitimate future princess.

It's much more complicated than that widowed, mature woman in Jiangcheng.

Although he wouldn't visit someone's temple without a reason, Jiang Chen found himself somewhat embarrassed to speak up because of their attitude.

"It's alright. Helping Jiang Sang solve his problems is Li Ji's greatest honor."

What the hell.

Even in Japanese specialty films, you don't see characters this "virtuous and gentle".

Can we blame Mr. Jiang for lacking self-control?

Who can resist this?

Even the cold, hard iceberg would be stirred up at this moment.

"Jiang Sang?"

Seeing that the phone remained silent for a while, Fujiwara Reiki tentatively called out.

When are you and Tetsuya Watari getting married?

This time, it was Fujiwara Reiki's turn to remain silent.

then.

Jiang Chen heard a burst of laughter, feeling at ease and content, his heart filled with tenderness.

"Jiang Sang~"

She didn't say anything, just called out, a simple cry that seemed to express the helplessness and despair of being in this world.

Love and separation are an unsolvable dilemma in life.

Jiang Chen stopped the conversation and changed the subject, "Do you remember that blond white man you went to Tokyo to pay your respects at your father's funeral last time?"

“With a four-star general accompanying her, how could Li Ji not remember?”

Yes.

It's not appropriate for the two of them to discuss love, hate, or romantic matters.

The only things we should talk about are interests.

"Is there a way to find him?"

Many things require time, or rather, time and experience.

In fact, when Jiang Chen was studying economics in college, he was just a poor boy. He knew that wealth could do many things, but not everything.

For example, this blond guy.

He has already issued the kill order, but so far, he hasn't even seen a shadow of the other party.

"...If Jiang Sang really wants to find him, Li Ji, you can think of a way."

Calling her a mistress, concubine, or mistress is an insult to this peerless enchantress.

She almost never refused Jiang Chen's requests.

Friends of lovers know that it's already a good thing if they don't constantly ask you for money, let alone help you with your worries and troubles.
wishful thinking.

So, starting from some point, Jiang Chen's attitude towards her became very complicated.

Yes.

Fujiwara Reiki broke free from her predetermined fate by relying on him, but he repaid her kindness with boundless gratitude.

Nowadays, such people are becoming increasingly rare; on the contrary, examples of repaying kindness with enmity are commonplace.

"If it doesn't work, don't force it."

"What if Ruoli insists on forcing me?"

Jiang Chen remained silent.

Is this another instance of studying martial arts classics like "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber"?
"Hehe, Jiang Sang, don't worry, I won't be carrying any heavy loads now."

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Why is it that among so many men in China, only Boss Jiang stands out?

How many people possess this level of meticulousness?

"No, I'm just a little weak."

There was a moment of silence on the phone, then a voice came through.

"Drink more hot water."

"Pfft."

Fujiwara Reiki smiled sweetly, and even though they were separated by mountains and rivers, she could still feel the magnificent scenery blooming on the other end of the phone.

but.

But they couldn't see those strange and unsettling eyes.

"Don't worry, Jiang Sang."

Li Ji now.

I will definitely take good care of myself. (End of Chapter)