The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

The rain continued, and the cool spring air hit the transparent glass windows, spreading into a gray mist.

Song Tianjiao sat in the corner of the coffee shop, a hidden spot shaded by plants. She stretched out her fingers and drew on the glass window with great concentration.

With her slender and tall figure, waist-length black hair, and graceful manners, you can't tell that she is a woman in her thirties.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Zhao Wenting frowned when he saw her doing this kind of childish thing, then sat down on the sofa opposite her with his long legs crossed.

The sound is emotionless.

"You came."

Song Tianjiao turned around with a smile on her face, also looking calm and at ease, "Any news about Mo Mo? I heard that Guo Tianyou from Hidden City also went into the Void Realm to look for her."

After listening to Song Tianjiao's words, Zhao Wenting's eyes suddenly became dark, and the look he gave Song Tianjiao was oppressive. "Not yet, I believe her."

Seeing that Song Tianjiao didn't say anything else for a long time, Zhao Wenting frowned unhappily, "You asked me out today, aren't you just to talk about this?"

"How could that be possible?" Song Tianjiao smiled faintly, "You know the real boss of the Bounty Hunter Guild is not our Song family, but... no one knows his true identity."

"I'm not interested in the affairs of your Hidden City." His face was full of indifference.

Song Tianjiao looked at the cold man in front of her quietly. She really couldn't figure out what Mo Mo saw in him. She exhaled lightly and continued, "But our boss seems to be interested in you."

Sure enough, Zhao Wenting raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Tianjiao again with an inquiring look, expecting her to continue speaking.

"He asked me to use my existing relationship with Mo Mo to get close to you." Song Tianjiao was still holding the unfinished cigar between her fingers. She took a puff and blew out a light smoke ring. Then she said, "You are right. As expected, we have all become pawns of others, including me."

"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Zhao Wenting thought that Song Tianjiao told him all this just for profit.

"I want to cooperate with you. I want to know the true identity of this man."

Song Tianjiao's answer surprised Zhao Wenting a little. He curled his lips into a smile, but his eyes were so cold.

"it is good."

In order to better plan and understand the current situation, at Yan Mu's suggestion, everyone gathered at Yan's house under the pretext of visiting Yan Jing, which was equivalent to a small reunion.

Except Liang Chuxin who couldn't come. Song Tianjiao, Ouyang Tao, Pei Ming, and Zhao Wenting all came. Ouyang Xiaoming called and said there was a traffic jam and he was still on his way.

The air outside was slightly cool, but the living room was warm, with wood burning in the fireplace and Momo's favorite wool carpet in the middle of the living room. On the wall hung a landscape painting of a green, wind-blown meadow, giving people a very free, cheerful and cool feeling.

Ouyang Tao was wearing a reddish-brown Italian cashmere coat. Because of his fat body, he was wrapped up like a ball. He held his coffee and looked around the Yan family's living room. He nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that your family is also quite powerful, at least in terms of money."

Ouyang Tao didn't expect that Yan Mu was actually the son of the Yan family, and was willing to be Zhao Wenting's secretary. It was not until later that Yan Mu explained to him: a big part of the reason why he entered the Superpower Bureau at that time was because of Mo Mo.

"Ouyang Tao, are you the Ouyang Tao who just came back from France half a year ago?"

Just as a group of people were sitting in the living room drinking tea and chatting, Ouyang Xiaoming, who had just arrived, looked at Ouyang Tao and asked, as if the two had known each other for a long time.

"You are..." Ouyang Tao looked at him with some confusion.

"I'm your brother Xiaoming, your cousin. When we were kids, we played computer games together and got beaten for it."

"..." Ouyang Tao pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up again, "Are you really my brother Xiaoming?"

No one expected that this secret meeting would actually involve brothers recognizing each other as relatives.

"Kid, I've never heard you mention that you are from the Ouyang family. I thought you were just a child from an ordinary family." Yan Mu looked at the two brothers who were sitting together excitedly and complained.

"It's just an ordinary family. I'm just a child from a side branch. When I was a child, I worked odd jobs for Mr. Ouyang's family to make a living. I was fortunate to have been to France once. We had a feeling of mutual admiration when we were young, and I didn't expect to meet each other again after many years." Ouyang Xiaoming looked at Ouyang Tao beside him, feeling as happy as if he had found his own brother.

"This time, you have made the right choice by choosing the Second Young Master Zhao." Ouyang Xiaoming reached out and patted Ouyang Tao's shoulder, only to find that he was now as fat as a ball, with flesh all over his body.

After meeting up, the few of them sorted out their experiences. Mo Mo went to the Void Realm to seek for clues about his life and holy objects; Liang Chuxin was backed by the ambitious Liang family army; Guo Tianyou was backed by the guards who were protecting the safety of Yin City; Song Tianjiao was backed by the mysterious man "Wuming"; Yan Mu, Ouyang Xiaoming and Ouyang Tao were loyal to the Ability Bureau, and Zhao Wenting was backed by the courageous old man Zhao. They discussed together how to deal with it so that they could utilize and integrate resources from all sides for their common goal.

So, Song Tianjiao told everyone about her original plan to find the treasure map.

"You mean... using the clues in the treasure map to lure out all those forces with ulterior motives?" Zhao Wenting smiled suddenly, but his eyes were still cold. "This is indeed a good idea, but the Supernatural Bureau is not completely under my control now. I am afraid that when the time comes, we will be willing but unable to eliminate the enemies."

As soon as Zhao Wenting finished speaking, his cell phone rang.

"The old man is seriously ill and is in the hospital." After Zhao Wenting came back from the phone, he said this expressionlessly, then his eyes swept across everyone, finally stopping on Yan Mu who was still sipping tea.

Yan Mu stood up and said to the rest of the people, "I've prepared lunch for everyone. Now that we're here, if you don't mind, you can just treat it as a vacation. It won't be too late to leave after lunch."

"Yan Mu and I will try our best to get back before lunch." Before leaving, Zhao Wenting thought for a moment and spoke again.

Yan Jing was as silent as the rest of the people. Everyone was wondering in their hearts whether Mr. Zhao’s serious illness would bring about a turning point for the concerns that Zhao Wenting had just mentioned?

In the silence, the only sound in the living room was the light, melodious piano music, which gradually covered the crisp sound of burning wood in the fireplace.

"Don't you think this man is too cold?" Seeing Zhao Wenting and Yan Mu leaving, Song Tianjiao said to Yan Jing who was sitting next to her, "This is a man who is as emotionless as a thousand-year-old ice. Even though he knew that his own grandfather was seriously ill, his eyes were still as cold and silent as ice and snow."

"He..." Yan Jing was thinking about how to respond to what Song Tianjiao suddenly said.

[Is she worried that Mo Mo would be unhappy if she followed him in the future? ]

"But at least... he is not like this in front of Mo Mo. I've seen it." Ouyang Xiaoming suddenly spoke for Zhao Wenting.