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    The bumpy body, full of round chest, extremely convergent waist, tilted down and expanded down, tilled meat hips.  .  .  .  .  .  Continuing down, the slender and round thighs are straight and smooth.  Just below the long and sexy calves, the round ankles produce a halo effect of varying intensity under the refraction of light. In addition, the softness and smoothness can only be described as silk satin, and the color is more mellow than milk.  skin.  .  .  .  .  .  All of this made Heinrich feel intoxicated and fascinated.

    In his thinking concept-only women with the above physical conditions are qualified to be called "women".

    Cecilia is twenty-two years old this year. According to the standards of the wasteland world, her physical development has long been mature.  She has long hair as red as fire, and breasts as big as basketballs. Her skin color is slightly different from the type Heinrich likes - she is not absolutely pure white, but like country cream.  That, with a little bit of a neutral tone between yellow and white.  Although there are no words that make people feel weak or cute, it still looks quite sunny and healthy.

    As a woman, these are the parts of Cecilia that can barely meet Heinrich's aesthetic standards.  As for the rest.  .  .  .  .  .  In Heinrich's private words, it was "horrible".

    She is very strong.

    Note that the word used here is "very", not "very" or "comparatively", "quite" and other slightly minor auxiliary words.  The Forel family inherited the martingale from ancient times.  The Saxon ancestry and the strength and stoutness of the Viking pirates are fully displayed in this twenty-two-year-old girl.  She was over two meters tall and her majestic figure was enough to put most of the men among the wilderness refugees to shame.  The huge shoulder blades stretched the upper part of the body very wide, and the muscles were extremely developed. The two breasts hanging on the chest were no longer just meat/body/fat storage containers. If Cecilia took off her breast mask,  You can clearly see that the surface of the spherical meat is covered with micro-dimples and wrinkles that resemble muscle texture.  Drawn by the powerful and explosive chest muscles, the thick arms can release a shocking visual impact at any time.  In addition, it is filled with oil that fills the surface of the skin and shines with a greasy light.  .  .  .  .  .  The impression she gives is that she is not a fragile little girl according to fixed concepts or gender stereotypes, but an out-and-out bloodthirsty female tyrannosaurus that may enter a state of madness at any time.

    Every time he saw Cecilia, Heinrich couldn't help but want to vomit on the spot, and then turned around and ran away as fast as possible.

    The strength of the Ella Bullock family is indeed much stronger than that of the Friel family.  But this comprehensive strength comparison does not mean that Heinrich's personal strength will also change as a result.  Perhaps due to blood or inherited genes, quite a few members of the Friel family are naturally evolved mutants, and Cecilia is a parasitoid with a strength as high as four stars.  On the other hand, Ella Brauch, not only did not have any superpowers that produced genetic mutations, even Heinrich himself had only received injections of level five strengthening medicines and possessed a modified mutant equivalent to level two semi-evolutionary power.

    Fear is not just derived from fixed thinking and aesthetic perception.  The strength and weakness of each other's auras between creatures make the relationship between them very delicate.  .  .  .  .  .

    Suddenly, the door that had been closed on the side of the conference hall slowly opened to both sides from the outside to the inside.  Ten guards wearing brand new combat uniforms walked out of the room in sequence.  They stood in rows next to the huge stone pillars on the side of the hall, with their hands behind their backs and their heads held high. Their tall bodies and the orientation of their standing positions allowed them to use a top-down angle to look cold, indifferent, and even a little bit cold.  With obvious arrogance, he looked with disdain at all the attendees sitting on both sides of the long bar table.

    There was silence in the hall, no one spoke or moved.  The gazes cast on these ten guards from all directions were immediately filled with naked hostility.

    "A bunch of brainless idiots, trash, and losers¡ª¡ª"

    Heinrich, whose expression did not change at all, cursed secretly, quickly looked away from the guard standing opposite, and focused nonchalantly on the half-drunk cup of coffee in front of him.

    The people sitting in the conference hall were all family forces that had inextricably linked or had trade relations with Sosbia.  War breaks out every day in the wasteland world, and they don't pay much attention to the life and death of the Luton family.  If they didn't have to maintain trade routes and get enough salt, they wouldn't be here to negotiate with a rebel lord.

    The ten guards are not ordinary people.  Their height, body shape, and appearance are basically similar.  It is not unusual for such a few people to be selected from among the millions of people in the territory to handle matters such as guard of honor.  What really makes HeinliWhat was shocked and horrified was that these young people waiting around the hall were all parasites with five-star strength.

    As a member of the family who has the right to inherit but is not the first in line to succeed, Heinrich has known the term "hide your strength and bide your time" since he was a boy.  The rivalry between relatives, the life-and-death intrigues for power.  .  .  .  .  .  Starting from the age of three, Heinrich suffered dozens of assassinations and various types of "accidents".  He knew very well what kind of evil thoughts were in the minds of his brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts.  In this extremely dangerous environment, Heinrich's sense of safety and survival was much more sensitive than anyone else's.

    Parasites are the most powerful existences in the eyes of ordinary people in the wasteland world.  Of course, above them, there are parasitic generals with higher evolutionary levels.  However, there are very few characters as terrifying as demon kings, and they never show up easily.  The powerful men that each major family force can hire are parasites of different levels.  Although the evolved human army is equally important, when the number cannot pose a fatal threat to an individual, the strength of the group with the largest number of parasites will naturally increase.

    Ten five-star parasitoids are equivalent to the entire power of a large family.

    Heinrich didn't know how many secret parts of the Friel family there were, but as far as the Ella Brauke family knew, the guards standing around the hall alone were equivalent to 5% of the entire family.  More than ten combat power configurations.  Each of them is worth spending a lot of money to hire. Of course, the materials and precious metals spent must also be sky-high.  .  .  .  .  .  You must know that five-stars are completely different from the ordinary two- and three-star parasitoids.  The comparison of combat effectiveness between them cannot be judged by simple superposition of numbers.

    Of course, Heinrich understood why other participants were hostile to these guards - the privileged life, the superior status within the territory, the compliments and flattery from the surrounding people.  .  .  .  .  .  These guys are used to it. They hardly pay attention to anyone, especially those servants, servants and servants who have a lower status and can shout around.  .  .  .  .  .  Naturally, the arrogance and contempt shown in the guard's eyes would immediately cause an instant burst of violent anger among these self-proclaimed nobles.

    This is an instinctive reaction and will not last long.  The people who can be appointed by various families to negotiate here are not fat-headed fools.  When the anger that surged into their heads gradually subsided and they regained their composure, they were soon able to judge the strength of these guards and make a new assessment of the mysterious rebel lord they had not yet met.  This process may only take a few minutes, or even less, but compared with Heinrich's reaction in just a few seconds, the difference is huge.

    Heinrich¡¯s thin lips pursed tightly, and his slender white fingers moved gently on the smooth tabletop.  Under the high eyebrows, deep gazes radiated from the blue eyes, quickly passing over the participants sitting opposite with different expressions, the focus returned to his fingertips, and he shook his head slowly and unnoticeably.

    The power of ten five-star parasites alone is already more powerful than some of the small families here.  Destruction or annexation depends entirely on the personal wishes of the mysterious lord.  From the entire process of annexing Sosbia in a short period of time, it is obvious that he is a powerful person who is full of aggression and possession of power.  To be next door to a guy like that.  .  .  .  .  .  Sooner or later, the Ella Bullock family will face a life-and-death war.

    However, this may never happen.  Sosbia is now just a rebel territory, and the major families will not let these people develop freely.  Including Ella Bullock and Friel, they soon jointly sent troops.  .  .  .  .  .

    A tall figure appeared in the center of the open hall door.

    His footsteps were steady, and his boots hit the marble floor with a rhythmic dull sound, which immediately overwhelmed the buzzing sound of people talking to each other in the hall.  The sunlight slanted in from the window at the end of the corridor, forming a strong and dazzling white halo on the back of the visitor's body, making his entire appearance look darker and darker, just like the legendary figure wearing black armor who emerged from the depths of hell.  The devil of death strides forward.

    Everyone stopped talking, jealous, curious, contemptuous, surprised, and confused.  .  .  .  .  .  Complex gazes containing all positive or negative emotions gathered from all directions, like needles and axes, staring at the young man who had just walked into the hall.

    Pulling open the heavy high-backed chair inlaid with gold and decorated with precious stones on the left and right armrests, Lin Xiang sat sideways at the head position of the long bar table.  He spread his hands in an extremely exaggerated manner, holding the table sideways, looking at the participants on both sides with a majestic expression.  White sunshine?The floor-to-ceiling windows on the side of the room light in obliquely, making those parts blocked by the walls even darker.  Lin Xiang, who was in the backlight at the main seat, almost turned into a pure black silhouette in everyone's sight. Only the right cheek was covered by a faint white light, reflecting the cold and crystal clear black eyes, which was unbearable.  A sharp gaze that wants to shrink and avoid looking.

    Heinrich's expression changed slightly. He quickly blinked his twitching eyes and immediately suppressed the abnormal emotions that might appear on his face at any time.  However, not everyone can cover up their external thinking as promptly and quickly as he did - sitting around the long table, the faces of the negotiators belonging to different families showed shock, relief, and  incredible.

    " Damn it, this guy is actually just an ordinary person?"

    The voice he spoke was very soft, but it was enough for Heinrich to hear clearly.  Without turning around, he knew that the young man sitting on his right, with a face full of freckles, a fat body, and messy brown hair, in his early twenties, was muttering to himself.

    Not just him, all the attendees felt exactly the same.

    He is really too young.  .  .  .  .  .  The light is blocked, making the dark part of the cheek skin look absolutely flawless. The eyes that emit clear gaze are like extremely precious gems. Together with the lines that outline half of the face, they are so handsome that women feel intoxicated, and those who  Men who have a special interest in same-sex playmates create an irresistible temptation.

    No one spoke.  Power, looks, strength.  .  .  .  .  .  The perfect combination of the trinity, in the eyes that are focused on it, there is only naked jealousy that cannot be concealed.

    In every family power, there will be intrigues among all blood descendants with inheritance rights.  Under normal circumstances, the clan leader rarely interferes with these secret conspiracies.  Disputes and chaos are conducive to improving the heir's ability to control all aspects. Only the final winner will be the most powerful and survivable leader of the family in the future.

    However, this situation is only limited to within the family.  Once any outsider wants to invade the power dispute, he will immediately be besieged by his own tribe or neighboring tribes.  They did not identify with the rebels, and communication between nobles and nobles could never intervene for the common people.  The rebel groups within the territory must be exterminated as soon as possible. This has become the consensus of all family forces. Human beings have special advantages in imitation that are far beyond the reach of other creatures. They imitate rebellion and copy rebellion. The final result is,  It can only be that the entire aristocratic class is completely destroyed.

    Therefore, they will not agree with Lin Xiang's occupation of Sosbia at all, nor will they recognize this new lord who has just obtained a large area of ??land and people.  But no matter what, until the major families make a common response to this, they must maintain the most basic trade of daily necessities with each other.

    Lin Xiang looked very calm on the surface. He slowly curved the corners of his mouth, smiled, and broke the suffocating silence in the conference hall with a firm, decisive, and unquestionable voice.

    "Starting from next month, the amount of trade tax levied on all trade caravans entering the Dragon Territory, which is the old territory of Sosbia, will be increased by 20%."

    ¡°One sentence angered all the family representatives.

    They stood up one after another. A middle-aged man in a well-dressed suit raised his right hand, pointed directly at Lin Xiang, who was sitting in the first place, and sneered: "You are just a rebel. To put it bluntly, you are actually Lu  A slave raised by the Dun family. Under normal circumstances, people like you are not qualified to have conversations with us, let alone so-called negotiations. The trade tax rate is the result of countless meetings and discussions among all our families. You have  What authority has it to change it?¡±

    "You seem to have forgotten a very crucial factor¡ª¡ª"

    Lin Xiang was not angry at all. He still had a charming smile on his face and said: "I am the new lord of Soaring Dragon Territory. Here, I have the final say¡ª¡ª"

    "Soaring Dragon Leader? It's such an unpleasant name to pronounce. To rebel against the people is to rebel against the people. You don't even understand the most basic etiquette and rules¡ª¡ª"

    On the left side of the long table, a skinny old man wearing a blue-grey robe clenched his fists, banged the table, and mocked: "I'm sorry, our Karasa Wesen family only knows that this land belongs to Sosbia.  The Luton family, not some inexplicable Soaring Dragon leader hahahaha¡ª¡ª¡±

    Lin Xiang¡¯s expression darkened, and his two beautiful eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly, then quickly dispersed to their original positions.  He stared coldly at the old man standing sideways and said calmly: "You will know soon The Karasa Wesen family must pay the price for your arrogance - from now on,  All Karasa Wesen caravans that enter the Soaring Dragon Territory for trading must pay a %Hundreds of trade taxes.  "

    "Bastard¡ª¡ªyou, you dare?"

    The old man's eyes widened with excitement and rage, causing dense bloodshot eyes to quickly fill up the entire eye sockets at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning them red.

    Lin Xiang looked at him quietly for a few minutes, shook his head with a sneer, and then turned his attention back to the other people on both sides of the long table.  At the same time, he took out a few brand-new banknotes from his coat pocket, placed them gently on the table, pushed them forward, and said in a clear and rhythmic voice: "In addition, I want to inform you of another thing -  ¡ªFrom now on, the Soaring Dragon Territory refuses to accept the old Sospian dollars printed by the Luton family. All trade activities within my jurisdiction only accept gold, silver and other precious metals recognized as circulating currencies. As supplies  The currencies required for pricing and exchange only accept skull yuan, red flag yuan, and this kind of dragon yuan that can be circulated within this jurisdiction¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª"

    Dead silence returned to the hall once again.  Everyone looked at Lin Xiang with extremely strange eyes.  The muscles on their faces trembled slightly, and their eyes that flashed back to each other contained intentions that could not be explained in words.  .  .  .  .  .  Nearly five minutes later, a thin man sitting across from Heinrich suddenly burst into laughter.  This outrageous behavior immediately spread like a virus among the silently standing crowd.  Everyone was laughing, ambiguous and sarcastic smiles began to appear on each face, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.
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