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

"Will a pharmaceutical company hire the Aslan royal family as thugs?"

"..."

Outcast thought for a moment and nodded heavily, "You're right!"

Chen Zhou found it difficult to comment on this and felt insulted.

"It turns out the former Lateran Cardinal has quite a sense of humor. I'm too lazy to argue with him, so I'm leaving."

Chen Zhou waved his hand and walked past Outcast with the other two.

If a fight really breaks out, it'll be a major diplomatic incident of epic proportions. Maybe tomorrow's Terra Times front page will have the headline: "Big Event! The Reunion leader blew up the entire Rhodes Island yesterday!"

Alas, ambitious people.

Outcast became more and more confident in Kal'tsit's judgment.

If Rhodes Island bets on Vina, it will have to fight the Reunion Movement sooner or later.

"Forget it, the storm is coming, let's get all the agents out of here first."

……

into the night.

Baron Bolton's mansion did not become quiet as night fell.

Under the watchful eyes of nearby residents and bodyguards, celebrities and aristocratic politicians from Tara were quietly led into the banquet hall one by one.

A magnificent conference hall and a bar full of toasts.

Precious jewelry and gorgeous clothes adorned the entire venue, and the colorful crystal brilliance was reflected in everyone's eyes.

The gentleman and the lady talked freely, and Horn and Bagpipe, who had sneaked in under false identities, shook their heads when they saw this.

The so-called liberation of the Tara people was nothing more than an entertainment program for the upper class.

The poet Williams, who was drinking alone nearby, felt the same way. He came here with the intention of learning about Tara culture, but all he saw was the extravagant atmosphere in the room.

"Some people are shallow, some are superficial but rotten inside. One day, you will meet someone as dazzling as the red sun, and you will find that the petty tricks of these people are not as valuable as a finger of that person."

Next to Williams and Horn, Chen Zhou, who had also sneaked in, picked up the goblet and nodded slightly to the poet with a smile.

"Hello again, Mr. Williams."

The poet lowered his head and muttered the words, which he found more and more charming the more he read them. Then he said hello to Chen Zhou: "It's you. You said it well."

"You can call me Chen Huijie. By the way, I am also one of those who are eager to revive Tara culture."

Almost in an instant, Chen Zhou thought of the pseudonym he would use when he went out in the future.

This pseudonym is really suitable, and I never intended to use it to discredit Chen Huijie.

"Are you the poet Williams?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Horn first glanced at the handsome Vaifan in front of him, and then his attention was attracted by the great poet Williams of Tara.

As soon as the horn finished speaking, Bagpipe took two steps back in a somewhat awkward manner and looked at him in shock.

"Chen Chen?!"

I definitely didn't hear the name Chen Huijie wrongly!

But I have never seen this person's appearance before!

Could he be Chen Chen’s relative?

"Are we familiar with each other?" Chen Zhou looked at the tractor girl with a confused look on his face.

"Do you... do you know Chen Huijie?" Feng Di looked at Chen Zhou carefully.

"Huijie, I'm her uncle. When she was little, she kowtowed to me and asked for red envelopes."

Chen Zhou showed a kind smile and shamelessly began to write the history book.

"Uncle? Why do you look younger than her?" Fengdi scratched his head and a question mark appeared on his forehead.

Indeed, in terms of age, Old Chen is already 27 or 28 years old, while Chen Zhou is only in his early twenties.

However, the average lifespan of the dragon clan is long, and people in their twenties are considered children among those long-lived species.

"That's because her grandmother had a son in her old age. Speaking of which, little Huijie has grown up and actually has such a promising friend, hahahaha."

'Chen Huijie' stood up, patted his niece's friend's shoulder vigorously, and tried to establish a relationship with her with a smile.

"No, no, uncle, you are also a good and gentle man, hahahaha."

Bagpipe was very happy. Under the speechless gaze of Horn, he humbly praised his friend uncle.

No, Bagpipe, wake up!

Your friend's parents are obviously from Yan Country, so how could he have an uncle from Tara?!

Horn was speechless, covering his face as he continued to talk to Williams about Tara literature, believing that the Ghost Army had no patience to wait for Tara culture to recover naturally.

At this moment, Baron Bolton, the organizer of the rally, walked in with a smile on his face and a belly as big as a pregnant woman.

Meanwhile, behind him stood a green-haired film woman dressed in a white uniform and preppy style.

The moment they saw her, everyone in the banquet hall was attracted by her.

"A female officer from the Ghost Corps?"

"This healthy smile is so memorable that you can remember it at a glance. It's amazing."

"Is this an illusion? Why do I hear her calling me a 'trash'?"

Chen Zhou just felt strange. How could I, who had my life restored, still have auditory hallucinations?

"Yes, they are so similar..." He couldn't help but sigh.

My niece Fengdi was a little curious: "Uncle, what does that female cadre look like?"

——A haughty heroine like the Thunderfire Sword.

Following the expression of the female ghost, Ahmoni is very recognizable, with graceful curves, like ripe fruits that bend the branches.

It seems like juice will come out with just a slight touch.

What's exaggerated is that even the loose and fluffy white uniform can't hide her figure, but instead it makes her figure bulge out.

In an instant, Chen Zhou remembered the old friend named "Hor Haiya".

This is a rival on the same track!

Just as he was admiring the beauty of Ahmoni, he found that she turned around and suddenly gave him a mischievous smile.

Found you, male Drake~

The smile flashed across her face, and Ahmoni stood in the middle of the banquet hall, introducing herself to everyone with a smile:

"My name is Mandela, from the Ghost Corps. First of all, thank you all for your help in the liberation of the Tara people..."

Shameless! Wasn't it my idea to borrow the name 'Chen Huijie'?

Why don’t you change the original name before using it again?

After chatting with her adopted niece for a while, Ahmoni winked at herself and went to the bathroom under the pretext of needing to pee.

I blinked three times. Could it be the middle of the night?

Shrimp-headed nymph, of course it's impossible, this is Victoria, how could a female ghost understand the allusions in Ming novels.

He took a deep breath, said "excuse me" to everyone, and followed Ahmoni's footsteps slowly.

Toilet.

"Those leaflets should be the masterpieces of the Integration Movement, right?" Ahmoni turned on the faucet.

“No, it was the work of the Tara People’s Liberation Front, which I formed.”

Chen Zhou leaned against the wall, looking at the female ghost in the mirror.

"Well, at least what you did was helpful to the leader. So, that... Tower Jiezhen is planning to occupy Xiaoqiu County?"

"That's right. Deep Pool isn't going to be occupied anyway."

"Too……"

Just as she finished washing her hands, the reed doll pendant on her pleated skirt fell to the ground and rolled in front of Chen Zhou.

Seeing that the ground was not dirty, Chen Zhou picked it up and raised his head: "Here..."

At this moment, he suspected that bending over caused congestion in his brain and caused him to see hallucinations.

Ahmoni, with a happy and playful look, was lifting up her pleated skirt as she was not wearing safety pants.

The light straw-colored seductive triangle dress appeared flawless in Draco's eyes.

Suddenly, a light groan was heard from the toilet. It was obvious that the two of them were doing something and did not cover their mouths.

Accompanied by the suggestive scene, Ahmoni pulled the hem of her skirt even harder, and a deep, sickly smile appeared on her face, as if she was extremely happy and enjoying herself at the moment.

Wow, Lao Chen, come here quickly, there is a nympho here!

Chapter 7 Xiao Ai Xiao Ai, are you there?

Seeing Chen Zhou's shocked look.

Ahmoni raised her beautiful eyes slightly and winked at him flirtatiously, then put her fingers to her lips and licked them seductively.

What a lovely reaction! Even though he's a descendant of Drake, he's surprisingly innocent.

After a little prank, she was about to talk to Chen Zhou, but at this moment, she saw a flash of red in Chen Zhou's eyes, his hair fluttered without wind, and his whole body quickly became calm.

"The leader of Deep Pool is here too."

In stark contrast, Chen Zhou spoke calmly, his tone as unfamiliar as that of Abbrana, the leader who was indifferent to everyone's life and death.

Subconsciously, Ahmoni answered honestly, "Yes, the 'leader' is also lurking nearby."

"No, I'm talking about the real leader—Abrana."

"..." After hesitating for a while, Ahmoni finally nodded, "I'm coming."

"Give me the communicator."

Looking at Draco, whose face showed that he would not be refused, she seemed to remember something and quickly took out the communicator from her pocket.

"Is the garrison here?"

In fact, before coming, Shen Chi had received leaked information about the meeting place, but the leader guessed that Chen Zhou might come, so he asked her to come in to meet him.

Judging from the other side’s reaction now, it is most likely related to the presence of the garrison.

"Yes."

Nodding, Chen Zhou took the communicator and was about to contact Abrana when the mandarin ducks in the toilet cubicle and the visitor outside the door were about to come over.

"There are too many people getting in the way..."

When Ahmoni was confused.

"Boom!" A domineering aura surged from Chen Zhou's body in all directions, and the entire mansion seemed to tremble because of it.

Pfft!Pfft!

There was a sound of falling coming from somewhere, as if a chain reaction had started, and people kept falling down.

The muffled groans in the toilet disappeared, the footsteps outside the door stopped, and the bustling social scene became quiet, with only two delicate shouts coming from the banquet hall.

Ahmonie trembled all over. Looking at Draco who was so close to her, her legs went weak. Just as she was about to fall, she suddenly felt her body lighten, and then she was carried on Draco's shoulders.

What does that feel like?

She seemed to see a huge dragon shadow that covered the sky and the sun, looking down at her indifferently with its golden vertical pupils that filled her vision.

If he hadn't reached out and pulled me back, I would have fallen to my knees right there...

Useless cat, scared to death by a domineering look.

Shaking his head in disappointment and pinching Ahmoni's hips, Chen Zhou slowly turned on the communicator.

Speaking of it, the Shenchi family is quite interesting. The two leaders wear Hi silk, and the two cadres wear Bai silk. They have a very good civilization.

The immobile Xiongdagui's face turned red. She was always the one teasing others, but this time her chest was pressed against his back, and her lower body was completely like fish on the chopping board.