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

Opposite them were the four members of Sunset.

"Everyone, before we head to the floating city, I want to discuss a cooperation with you."

Zhou Zhou, who loves to work with big names, extended an olive branch to the four giants this time.

"Sorry, we are only focusing on music now and are not interested in the cause of the infected." Bassist Alty, with the temperament of a female elite in the workplace, simply waved her hand to refuse.

The infected person eating at the next table suddenly turned unhappy when he heard someone reject the leader.

"What if I'm talking about collaboration in music?"

Chen Zhou remained calm, took out the file bag he had just prepared, and handed it over with a smile.

Alty untied the wrapped sealing thread and took out the document inside, and was shocked to find that it contained the lyrics and music score of a new song.

"'In Search of the Winds of Tara'?"

Chen Zhou nodded, approving of this song which was a magical adaptation of "Call Your Name".

Aya, who came over to look at the music and lyrics, sang it out subconsciously:

“He lost his parents a month ago ?~” (He lost his parents last month)

“Their picture on the wall ?~” (Their pictures are hanging on the wall)

“And it reminds me ?~”

......

Aya hummed the song, and everyone gradually understood the meaning of the song:

——It was probably about the originally happy boy Tara, who lost his parents in a catastrophe. One night, the disaster struck, and no one had anywhere to hide. Everyone's life came to an end, and only this boy was left crying among the ruins.

Faced with this song, the members of Sunset Are Passing were a little troubled.

With their vision, the song "In Search of the Wind of Tara" is destined to become popular.

Excellent songs like this can't be hidden.

They knew the love-hate relationship between Kotara and Victoria, and promoting this song would definitely get them banned by the Victorian authorities.

Hey, wait a minute, who is the official in charge of Victoria now?

Can Victoria's central government effectively manage the local areas?

It seems like I can take over.

Looking at the faces of several people who were hesitant to make a choice in the face of temptation, Chen Zhou's mouth curled up into a smile of success.

Abbrana, did you like the song I gave to Tara to celebrate her independence?

Chapter 67 You Don’t Even Want to Call Me Leader

The four members of Sunset Passes discussed for a while and quickly decided to accept Chen Zhou's invitation to cooperate.

"Okay, after this song is released, we will transfer your song royalties to your account through Siren Records."

With the partnership in place, bassist Alty immediately relaxed and winked at Chen Zhou.

"That's really exciting."

Chen Zhou raised his glass with a smile on his face.

"I wish us a pleasant cooperation! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone raised their glasses.

At this moment, Mandela, wearing a one-shoulder uniform, suddenly appeared. As she walked, her cute face with short bob hair was dotted with soft colors by the light.

Lappland, members of Sunset and several infected warriors were all there. When they saw Mandela sitting quietly next to Chen Zhou, Lappland immediately started to make a meaningful noise, causing the other infected to exclaim "Oh~" one after another.

You all saw it, isn't this the girl in white silk stockings who was strangled to death? How did she sit down next to the leader?

As expected of a leader, he recruits people so quickly!

"My Master, you have worked really hard this afternoon~"

When Lagou mentioned the word "hard work", he emphasized the tone and made a subtle mockery.

Although Mandela was afraid of Chen Zhou, her true nature was revealed when she looked at Lappland.

She crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and her expression suddenly became disgusted, revealing the contemptuous look she gave to someone with all his limbs intact but who stayed at home like a nerd.

Damn it, Rupert, don't fall into my hands next time.

Looking at the feminine Mandela, Chen Zhou felt a sense of regret.

It's a pity why she doesn't reward herself with this look.

No wonder Mandela is so popular.

All I can say is that the cute Bai Si Mandela has the talent of a female ghost.

This kind of provocative play that relies solely on eye contact, treading on the edge of correction...

Mandela, go back to the floating city and play at the same table with W.

Anyway, that B is going to be different, you can learn more from her and see if you can win the resurrection match.

"Don't be ridiculous."

Chen Zhou put an end to the fight between the two, pinched Mandela's smooth shoulders, and introduced her to everyone.

"This is Mandela, a cadre from Shenchi. She will be working with us from now on."

"Welcome Ms. Mandela!"

The infected warriors applauded enthusiastically in welcome, which satisfied Mandela's vanity a little.

"Hmm." The cat responded indifferently, sitting down calmly to eat, its legs dangling in the air.

Glancing at the delicate little cat whose feet couldn't even reach the ground, Chen Zhou remembered what the two of them had done before...

It is really convenient to play high-lift.

"I forgot to ask, Ms. Alty, I wonder how much royalties you can get from lyrics and music in the Terra music industry." Chen Zhou calmed down and turned to chat with Sunset.

"In the industry, the royalties for lyrics and music are 21%, the record companies take 74%, and the musicians take 5%."

21%? ! !

If I remember correctly, the Earth only accounts for 8%?

Chen Zhou suddenly felt that there was no point in forcing an uprising.

Just kidding, just kidding.

Of course, it is more important to overthrow Victoria, unify the Ark Terra, command the sea demons, and take the concubine god Yela.

After the dinner, the group, who had eaten and drunk their fill, followed Chen Zhou's lead and climbed the ladder to the floating city.

Because Lao Wei allocated a group of professionals to help, the social operations of the floating city were able to proceed normally, and the Sunset Four successfully found a hotel to stay in.

"Lapland."

Before they parted ways, Chen Zhou stopped Lagou, who was leaving with his men, and said, "The plan has changed. The Integration Movement will inevitably have to fight those families."

Hearing this, a light gradually appeared in Lappland's eyes. She was so excited that her breathing became disordered, as if her life was full of hope.

"My Lord, what do you mean?"

"Would you mind if I took action against the Saluzzo family?" Chen Zhou looked at her straight.

"Can I put an end to that old Deng myself?"

"..."

Chen Zhou was speechless, feeling a sense of filial piety for a moment, and then shook his head:

"Mrs. Sicily and I agreed to only weaken the family, not to eradicate it. And you know that well..."

After a pause, he said seriously, "In Syracuse, under such special circumstances, even if all the major families were wiped out, a new order would not emerge. Only new families would rise from the ruins."

This involves the plans of the wolf lords, and Chen Zhou doesn't want to get involved in this mess for the time being.

"Okay, then let's see how serious this incident is."

Draco raised his jerkish grin and said, "Murder, arson, robbery and extortion."

Hearing this, Lappland quickly became happy and joined the party of the Soul Palace elders.

The subordinates' small wishes were fulfilled, and all the soldiers returned to the Integration Movement dormitory.

Chen Zhou took out his communicator and called W directly: "Weish... Hello, is this W?"

"Longnan, you idiot, disturbing my sleep? Do I have to scold you before your brain, which is comparable to that of an Originium worm, can react?"

In this world full of riddlers, only W's foul mouth gave Chen Zhou a warm sense of familiarity.

Seeing this scene, Mandela felt secretly happy.

Chen Zhou opened his mouth, and the sound of birdsong and flowers was fragrant. "You are sleeping at nine o'clock in the evening, Shakou, hurry up and get up, otherwise your ancestors will shoot you."

At this moment, Chen Zhou noticed the naughty cat biting its lips to hold back its laughter. His face darkened and he stretched out his warm and smooth golden dragon tail, extending it inch by inch towards Feilin Yuzu.

Caress, entwine, and strangle.

The narrow streets were filled with the rustling sound of tails rubbing against silk.

Mandela's face instantly tensed, his complexion turned hot, and his body trembled every time he moved.

"Like to laugh?" Wrapping her in his tail, Chen Zhou flew directly towards the W Mansion. "Reward: the American cockroach will be your roommate."

It's hard to say what kind of sparks will be created when two women who are extremely foul-mouthed and extremely worship their female superiors are put together.

"Hmm~" Mandela let out a trembling sound while enduring it.

Hearing the tone of the voice on the communicator, Mandela instinctively felt repulsed by this fellow.

Soon, Chen Zhou flew to W's residence and kicked open her door with a bang.

"Byd what the fuck do you mean?"

W was so angry that he took out the howitzer and was about to fire, and then he saw Mandela who seemed to be entangled by tentacles.

What was very subtle was that the blue flames on the dragon's tail maintained a perfect scorching distance from Filin's buttocks.

It's quite grassy.

"Sorry to bother you..."

Just as W was about to retreat, Draco's dragon tail quickly let go of Female Filin and wrapped around W like lightning, as fast as a star, and finally wrapped around W tightly like a vine.

Her whole body was stiff as she watched the dragon's tail rise up little by little. The howitzer in her hand fell to the ground with a clang because of the powerlessness.

Very good wrapping, making W's eyes blurry.

"W, what did I do to make you disrespect me so much?"

Chen Zhou was very angry. "You don't even want to call me 'Leader'!"

......

Chapter 68 Because I am your leader

"leader?"

After a muffled groan, Cockroach Weiwei's flushed face suddenly showed a hint of scorn, and his eyes exuded disgust.

The Sarkaz are different from you inferior races.

Although W didn't say this out loud, Chen Zhou and Mandela both understood the meaning from his eyes.

Mandela felt complicated. She looked at this demon guy and seemed to see herself a few hours ago.

Draco didn't even raise his eyelids, listening calmly to W's trembling sobs.

——Until a certain moment, W's body stiffened, as if frozen, and his face turned red.

At the same time, Chen Zhou was also stunned. The movement of his tail stopped, and he looked at W in disbelief, whose eyes were almost spitting fire.

I didn't expect this guy to be wearing...