Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

In front of Chen Zhou, an old lady named Rupert, wearing a mink coat and with white hair, was sitting on the sofa next to the campfire.

"Chen Zhou, Chen Zhou."

The old woman stroked the cat in her arms and smiled. "If you had offered friendship and cooperation earlier, with your strength and value, the Reunion Movement would have been able to absorb the infected from this land much more efficiently than it is now..."

No, before the story was about to be spoiled, Chen Zhou interrupted and said politely:

"yeast."

Remarks on the listing, humble request for subscription

Hello everyone, this is the humble coder.

I feel that writing this book is also quite bumpy, with many twists and turns in the middle, but fortunately I have written it here

There is one thing I want to clarify. Chen Zhou really has no feelings for Vina. He just looks down on her and her small club. So it is a bit of a teasing for the protagonist.

It is not that letting go of a woman is for Cao Pi, and letting go of a man is for Nantong. I find it difficult to see such extreme ideas.

(Whispering: If you want to adopt a girl, at least adopt a good-looking one, like the scumbag cat Mandela, like Arturo)

The next step for the protagonist is to join the Victorian Chicken Eating Contest and fight against the following forces:

Rhodes Island-Babel forces, Aslan royalists, Londinium citizens' self-defense forces, the Sarkaz royal court, Gallic restorationists, Deep Pool-Abrana forces, Deep Pool-Lafushini forces, Duke-Deep Pool forces, Duke-Vina forces, Duke-Sarkaz forces, Duke-Anti-Sarkaz forces, Storm Commandos, Victoria Noble Council, and other neighboring countries that are eyeing them covetously...

Victoria has so many forces serving her. Don’t you think she is blessed enough?

It will definitely get more and more interesting later on. My story is complete and I will continue writing it slowly.

This book is not very popular, I hope everyone can support and subscribe.

My head hurts. I can't keep my promise of offering a bounty for more updates, but I can try my best to write more.

Finally, I only make one promise, which is to finish writing this book.

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Chapter 64: It’s Not Zhou Zhou’s Business (Please Subscribe, First Update)

Hearing the word 'godmother', Lady Sicily couldn't help but smile.

"New leader of the Reunion Movement, you're a smart man, so I won't beat around the bush with you. You want the infected from Syracuse, and I can give them to you. But what can you give me?"

The old woman gently placed the cat in her arms on the sofa, picked up the black tea on the table, and took a sip leisurely.

"That's the other way around, Lady Sicily."

Chen Zhou crossed his legs, puffed out a smoke ring while holding a cigarette, and the golden dragon tail hanging outside the sofa was dancing with blue flames. He frowned and said:

"Where are the most infected in Syracuse? The family. If I do my best to absorb the infected, the family will suffer the most. I'm clearly helping you weaken the family's power, so how can you still ask me for money?"

"Sicily, you old man, am I not helping you to eliminate the opposition? I haven't even asked you for money yet, and you're actually turning around and asking for money from me. Chen Zhou was very angry."

Taking a step back, the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. "Madam Sicily, unless you provide enough supplies to run the mobile city for a month and agree to the Terra Times establishing a branch in Syracuse, then I will accept this commission."

Sicily was shocked at the time.

Listen to what you are saying?

You poach people from my territory, and I should give you money?

Do you really think I'm the one being fooled by Wei Yanwu?

Just as the atmosphere fell into silence, he was heard to blurt out a sentence slowly, "I heard that Volsiny is about to separate a new mobile city..."

Hearing this, Lady Sicily could no longer sit still. She stood up and her face darkened.

"How did you know?"

"It's obvious. I'm from Longmen. Texas is in Longmen, and Lapland is also in Longmen. Didn't the Mafia family go to Colombia to learn the construction technology of mobile cities and explore new roads in Syracuse?"

Chen Zhou dropped his cigarette into the ashtray and took a sip of black tea. "Madam Sicily, you don't want the new mobile city to be controlled by your family, do you? Using the infected issue to weaken your family, don't you think this is a good opportunity to break through?"

After saying this, he quietly sipped his tea, leaving time for Sicily.

And Sicily was not the indecisive person like Tui Wang, so he quickly made a decision and said seriously:

"If you can really carve out a piece of flesh from the family, what's wrong with giving you supplies? But one thing is, the infected are also part of Syracuse. Don't dig too hard, especially those infected without family backgrounds."

Just like Boss Wei in the past, Mrs. Sicily is indeed a kind-hearted person.

I really like working with big guys.

"I will try my best to control the degree." Chen Zhou smiled.

The conditions are met as long as not all of them are dug away.

He had understood what Sicily meant.

As a big shot, he must keep a few infected people on hand to show that he is tolerant and popular.

"As for the Terra Times you mentioned, are you referring to the newspaper that Feathered Beast dropped in the infected community yesterday?" Sicily took out a newspaper from under the coffee table.

"Indeed, this was originally a newspaper exclusively for the infected, but after entering Syracuse, the content will no longer be limited to the infected, and ordinary people can also read it. Compared to those newspapers that rely on human delivery, the Terra Times uses feathered beasts as a medium, and the newspaper is delivered much faster than other newspapers. Sooner or later, it will cover the entire Terra."

After saying this, Chen Zhou reminded her meaningfully, "Madam Sicily, the sky is the domain of the infected. This is an irreversible trend."

"Imitate Xihe's steed of the heavenly steed, and aim to herd the stars in the vast sky." Lady Sicily chuckled. "The message in the Feathered Beast Newspaper is truly domineering. Okay, I agree."

Hearing this, Chen Zhou couldn't help but correct: "It's the Terra Times."

......

Volsini, old town.

As the infected warriors were teaching the way of salvation to four girls passing by, in the distance, a black-haired Filin leaning on a staff looked at them with gritted teeth.

You damn group of infected people, I've been looking for you for so long and finally found you.

Thinking of the experience of asking for directions in the wilderness and being robbed by bandits, Mandela felt a surge of anger in his heart.

Damn Chen Zhou, it would be tolerable that he is of the same race as the noble leader, but he actually dared to fly so high, making it difficult for me to find him.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she silently followed the infected, hoping to find the Star Fury.

In her sight, the four girls with different hair colors were listening to the preaching of Chen Zhou's believers with great interest.

"So, the infected people own a city in the sky? There, life is comfortable, the environment is romantic, and people live in harmony and friendship?" The girl with pink hair blinked her golden eyes.

"That's right, ma'am. Even if you are not infected, you can still join us in developing the floating city." The infected warrior was very frank.

"Does your floating city have any special delicacies?"

The green-haired girl with glasses showed a strong foodie attribute. She directly pulled the soldier's hand, her eyes twinkling:

"Are there marshmallows made of clouds? Are there dishes from Sky Island that can increase a person's combat power by a hundred thousand? The charcoal-grilled feathered beasts in the sky must taste delicious, right?"

No, are you some kind of zombie?

Why is eating all the time on my mind?

The infected warrior was a little scared and replied weakly: "The popular cuisine in the floating city is Da Yan cuisine. Influenced by the leader's taste, the food is spicy."

The girl with glasses lost most of her interest. "Yan Country cuisine is indeed quite good, but let me ask you another question. Does the floating city have any unique arts? For example, Ursus's ballet, Iberia's flamenco, and Great Yan's court dances. What do you have in your floating city?"

"Our captain Chen Huijie can perform the zombie dance." When the infected warrior said this, he straightened his chest.

“…” The girl with glasses was speechless for a moment.

No, how come your floating city has nothing? How come you're just painting a rosy picture to attract people?

Really, why recruit people if they don’t have core competitiveness?

"Well, Frost, they said the floating city needs to be rebuilt."

The silver-haired woman in sexy clothes laughed softly. She carried Bess on her back and looked at the infected person:

"As you can see, friends from the Reunion Movement, we're a band. We're currently traveling around looking for creative inspiration. If possible, could you take us to the floating city?"

"Yeah, I haven't been on a flying mobile city yet." The woman with cement-colored skin looked up and greeted with a grin.

"Of course, the floating city has always been an inclusive and open city."

Just then, a black car stopped beside them, the window slowly rolled down, and Chen Zhou greeted them with a smile.

It's that Starfury!

Mandela narrowed her eyes.

"Are you Mr. Chen Zhou, the beacon and savior of the infected?"

Aya, the pink-haired lead singer of the band Sunset Gone, looked at the drake with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Chen Zhou was stunned.

What signpost and savior?

I haven’t heard of it. It’s none of Zhou Zhou’s business.

Chapter 65: Fire stick, do you like it?

Chen Zhou has a double-edged sword.

One is called Tang Niu, and has nothing to do with cause and effect.

The other one is called Sun Xiaochuan, who specializes in doing good deeds.

But this time, the so-called savior sign really has nothing to do with him.

It really has nothing to do with Zhou Zhou.

So he looked at the infected warrior with a hint of questioning in his eyes.

"It was written by Editor-in-Chief Xiao Fang and others from the news agency. You are worthy of saying this."

In front of the beloved leader, the infected warrior confessed very honestly and also revealed the instigator Lappland.

Chen Zhou was speechless for a moment.

Although your loyalty is worthy of recognition, this kind of coercion sounds very biased. How can you possibly deceive the infected?

"Friends of the Evanescent Sunset, I apologize for my men's exaggeration." Chen Zhou explained, then continued, "But you are all welcome to visit the Floating City. I look forward to your singing resounding through the sky..."

at this time.

A small group of deep pool elites in the corner quietly drew their swords.

Mandela, a cadre of the Deep Pool, raised his hand expressionlessly, and clusters of stone spikes floated up, aiming at everyone except Chen Zhou.

Finally, I'm going to catch you!

——Suddenly!

The stone spikes that pierced through the air flow suddenly stabbed forward, as if blood would spurt out in the next moment.

However, with a bang, a tall stone shield suddenly rose at the entrance of the street, blocking all the stone spikes.

"Sorry, everyone, I have to excuse myself for a moment." Chen Zhou's eyes gradually darkened. "I'll be right back."

You little bastard cat, you little bastard cat, how dare you.

Not to mention my men, you even dare to attack the giant beast.

Slaughtering gods with a mortal body, right?

Of all political actions, Chen Zhou hated assassination the most.

Whoever created the figurines has no descendants?

call!

In everyone's eyes, Chen Zhou was almost as fleeting as the wind, dispersing like ripples and disappearing. When he reappeared, he was holding a female filmmaker by the neck and flying into the sky like a meteor.

Beside him, several people wearing special military uniforms were like ducks being picked up, struggling helplessly and being taken into the sky.

Because the flying speed was so fast, several afterimages left beautiful streamlines in the air.

"Draco who can fly." Guitarist Frost wiped his glasses, put them on properly, and smiled gently.

"That stone shield is also his masterpiece." Aya, who has the best appearance, has pink hair draped down to her waist. She stands with her black silk legs together under her short skirt, looking up at the sky with curiosity.