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    After the video call ended, Luo Yun had a general understanding of the "extraterritorial demon" that Xiaolongnu called.

    But after reading the general history compiled by Taibai Jinxing, he really felt that this thing was terrifying!

    Foreign demons, as the name suggests, are creatures from another world.

    Not in the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements, not belonging to the billions of lower planes, not even belonging to the Great Thousand Universe, these terrifying demons seem to come from another dimension.

    Cannibalize the plane and erode all races.

    As long as the brain is invaded by demons, even the kindest creatures will become bloodthirsty madmen.

    Tens of thousands of years ago, a large-scale war of demonic invasion broke out in the fairyland. At that time, the fairyland suffered heavy casualties. Countless high-ranking immortals were destroyed physically and had to be reincarnated. Some of the more miserable ones were beaten to death on the spot, never to die  Chaosheng, Ao Dian, the eldest prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, is on this list.

    Fortunately, all races in the Three Realms worked together and fought for thousands of years to finally repel the evil spirits and seal the entrance to the foreign land.

    Since then, the world has been peaceful.

    "It turns out that such a catastrophe has erupted in our universe?"

    After Luo Yun left Qingfeng Pavilion, he was worried.

    "I don't know if the earth is being targeted."

    "Those demons can erode and pollute even large planets of cultivating immortals. The immortals in the Golden Core Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm are all reduced to puppets"

    "I hope it's a piece of pure land. With my current cultivation base, I will probably die if I encounter demons from outside the territory"

    A few days later.

    Pengcheng.

    A certain commercial building.

    "Written so well!"

    "This Ning Xiaoyao is a genius!"

    "I can actually write such a good-looking work as "Xianmo Zhi"!"

    The editor-in-charge of Matcha read the newly updated chapter, applauded, and her pretty face flushed, and when she saw "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter to break it down", she was deeply annoyed, "Updating twenty chapters a day is still  It's not enough to see"

    "Matcha!"

    "The contract of your author has arrived!"

    A colleague's voice came.

    "Here we come!"

    Matcha is reluctant to part, and is going to come back and watch it again.

    After receiving the contract, she opened it and looked, her eyes burst into surprise, "It's Ning Xiaoyao!"

    "What?"

    "Ning Xiaoyao!"

    "Is that the new guy you signed last week?"

    "I read the book "The Chronicle of Immortals and Demons". I believe it is written so well! The writing, the plot, the rhythm, I have nothing to say! I will bet you a bag of Weilong, this Ning Xiaoyao is not a newcomer!"

    "Matcha has the eyes and pearls!"

    "congratulations!"

    "Oh, I'm so envious"

    A dozen or so colleagues in the fantasy group all cast envious eyes at Matcha.

    These days, who wouldn't want to sign a master.

    "whee."

    Matcha hugged the contract like a baby, but was happy.

    Walking back to the desk, she realized that the information that Ning Xiaoyao had filled out by hand was like a silver hook painted on iron, powerful and more beautiful than digitally printed ones.

    ? Especially the final signature, which was done in one go, astonishing.

    "The handwriting is so beautiful, this person must not be simple!"

    Matcha's small hand stroked the paper.

    She has been in the industry for almost four years, and she has received hundreds of contracts if not two hundred. Most writers' handwriting looks like a dog's paw, but it doesn't matter, as long as the writing is good, after all, everyone uses a keyboard to type now.  Yes, who still writes?

    Ning Xiaoyao is a wonderful thing!

    "I don't know what he looks like"

    Matcha sat on the seat and thought about it, and he was amused by himself.

    not far away.

    General, the editor-in-chief of Datang Company, looked at her smug look, which was quite depressing.

    He was the first to read the book "The Chronicle of Immortals and Demons". He thought it was written by a fool. Who would have thought that the grades would be so good!

    ? New book list No. 1.

    ? No. 1 on the reward list.

    ? No. 1 in the recommendation list.

    ? No. 1 on the hot review list.

    The most outrageous thing is that the update list is number one!

    Update 20 chapters a day, does this Ning Xiaoyao not need to sleep?  Is he a tentacle monster on a horse?

    "Unlucky!""Stupid Ning Xiaoyao!"

    "Why did you write so much foreshadowing in front of it? Your mother is foreshadowing, otherwise I would have signed it long ago!"

    The general cursed viciously.

    A few days later.

    Binhai Museum held the "National Treasure Present" activity.

    The publication of the companion volume "A Picture of the River during the Qingming Festival" "A Picture of the River During the Qingming Festival" has attracted various media to report on it, and the popularity is getting higher and higher.

    Many people don't believe it.

    But when the news network reported it, they had to believe it.

    This morning.

    Luo Yun was also tortured by old man Qi and Tang Yafei, so he had to agree to spare half a day to participate in some activities.

    When getting ready early in the morning, a call suddenly came to Luo Yun's cell phone.

    Lele is one of the personal assistants of China Commercial Bank.

    "Hello, Mr. Luo!"

    Luo Yun frowned, "It's me, what's wrong?"

    "Mr. Luo, it's like this. The material you put in Alfredn's tailor-made suit two days ago is called ice mulberry silk. Someone wants to buy it. The boss called me just now and said that the other party is willing to sell"

    "I don't sell as much as I can!"

    "Unless he is willing to pay more than 2 billion!"

    After Luo Yun finished speaking, he hung up.

    Unexpectedly, within two minutes, Lele called again and said in a panic: "Mr. Luo, the other party dropped a million dollars and wanted to buy that material by force! The boss even called the police! Butbutthe other party belongs to the Ye family  people!"

    "Ye Family?"

    "Why is it the Ye family again?"

    Luo Yun frowned.

    He knows how powerful the Ye family is in Binhai, so calling the police may not be useful.

    "Okay, I'll come over."

    Luo Yun got up angrily.

    Tang Yafei quickly stopped him, "Luo Yun, what are you doing, the event starts at ten o'clock."

    "There's something wrong, Sister Yafei, see you in the museum."

    Luo Yun left after saying this.

    Tang Yafei was very angry, this little bastard, he wouldn't let her go.

    Twenty minutes later.

    Luo Yun drove his Ferrari all the way to a high-end tailor-made suit shop in the urban area. Before he entered the shop, he heard the roar of the old man, "no! no! you-cant-do-this!"

    "Go away, Ying Guo!"

    A thick yell sounded, and then there was a violent collision, and an old man whimpered in pain.

    Luo Yun walked in with a sullen face.

    The suit shop is small in size, only a few dozen square meters, and the decoration is elegant and simple.

    A lady in a cheongsam was sitting on the sofa, stroking a piece of ice blue fabric with her hands, her eyes were full of joy and surprise.

    Beside him, stood a burly bodyguard, mighty and disdainful, while the owner, Alfredon, fell to the corner a few meters away, holding his back in pain, "Imy waist"

    "Wang Gan, look at this piece of material. It is crystal clear, soft as if nothing is there, and cool and refreshing. I don't know what material it is."

    "If you make a shawl and wear it in summer, it can cool off the summer heat."

    As soon as the voice fell, the warrior bodyguard named Wang Gan hadn't made a sound yet, a black shadow rushed over, snatched the ice mulberry silk cloth from the lady's hand, and slapped her on the face.

    "Snapped!!"

    The sound of loud slaps resounded throughout the shop.

    Wang Gan was dumbfounded on the spot.

    "Steal my things?"

    "Who gave you the guts!!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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