The small stone path with fresh green shade and 81 clear springs are sprayed, and the retro European style decorates the pastoral area. The servants on the lawn are watering the lawn, which is a complete life phenomenon of European nobles.

And the owner of this European pastoral countryside is the residence of the director of Zisha Group.

Zisha Group runs across three major industries, namely the furniture industry, real estate industry, advertising industry, capital and background. It is also a huge group enterprise on the entire peninsula, with nearly 2,000 employees, providing the group with energy to operate and attract money. In addition to spanning the three violent industries, Zisha Group has penetrated into the glasses industry and pharmaceutical industry. Although the directors of Zisha Group are huge in funds and their reputation spreads on the peninsula, there is a basic principle that outsiders can't figure it out. That is, the director of Zisha Group has never been named an official!

At this moment, Liu Zongyuan has gone to the European-style manor of the director of Zisha Group, who has hundreds of millions of dollars to "Wangwen and Consult".

At this moment, even outsiders Han Luo could sense the urgency of the manor. But it didn't matter, because after Liu Zongyuan entered the director's room, the director asked the secretary to tell the owner not to approach the three-story luxury European villa in the center of the pastoral! At first, there were several bodyguards in the center worried that the owner was in danger, but the people close to the villa were stared back by a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man seemed to be worried, with sadness at the corner of his eyes. After driving everyone away, he floated to the window glass of a room on the third floor from time to time.

The hidden immortal in Qingcheng Mountain, the immortal floating away from the mortal world, leaving the medicine and pulse alone.

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"A wealthy family is extremely luxurious and poor, and is envied by the world. The word "rich" for every generation is just three words "food, clothing, and housing."

Han Luo put a chopping box in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a luxurious French classical room. His eyes looked at the luxurious scene of the large lawn outside the window, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Even he will be moved by wealth.

Unexpectedly, the woman in purple would be the daughter of the director of Zisha Group that day. She was practicing boxing hard in her hometown last year and hoped to be rich in boxing in one day. It is said that things in the world are unpredictable, and Han Luo can only understand how difficult things in the world are unpredictable after experiencing them personally.

A hint of envy flashed across Han Luo's eyes.

Perhaps, after living in the past few days, his body and mind have also been eroded by the life of being drunk and rich. He practiced boxing the same number of times, but his spiritual firmness has begun to soften. He obviously felt that he was no longer as firm as he had not seen wealth. Before he saw wealth, he was full of confidence and could despise all money, beauties, and other people's envy and respect. As long as the boxing is there, his confidence is there. But now he has seen it with his own eyes, heard with his ears, and experienced it with his own hands. He realized that he could not resist it for a moment.

Perhaps when he was with his master, he was used to being separated from the worldly state of mind, and felt a little more advanced. He felt that women, power, and wealth were like clouds to him. Han Luo's small boat, in the past, was rowing in a calm river, moving forward steadily, thinking that he had already walked through all the water flows in the world. However, what he saw in the past few days was as if his small boat suddenly entered the sea from the river and saw the vastness and turbulence of the sea, and the small boat naturally moved with the waves.

It has to be said that the servants of this manor are all young and beautiful women serving. Especially in summer, Han Luo can always see rows of "rumping" sisters. When passing by her, her beautiful eyes always look at her with envy.

Perhaps these women thought he was a big shot.

The boy Han Luo has gradually softened here. He occasionally thought about it, if there could be such a manor in life, such a group of maids, and such a large group with such funds. What are the regrets in life at this point? Even if he loses martial arts practice, then Han Luo is also a large businessman with a strong capital!

Such wealth is undoubtedly a trace of poison for martial arts practice, and it is also the sweetest poison in the world. It is a poison for martial arts, but a honey of happiness for the secular people.

This poison will not poison people to death, but will erode the young people's spirit, vitality and ideals. If you invade a trace of the day, you will invade an inch of the year. If you soak in this bucket of sweet poison of wealth over time, your body will soften, your bones will soften, and your mind will soften. From now on, this may be the case.

Han Luo had to stand for two hours before moving, but he moved after standing for only one hour today. He could no longer grasp his intentions. He had a subconscious mind that wanted to have all this.

Beauty!

right!

Rich and honor!

dignity!

status!

"call."

Han Luo looked at the vigor outside and breathed out, as if he wanted to spit out this dregs of thought, but his heart was always itchy and difficult to remove it.

There was a hint of confusion in Han Luo's clear eyes, and the originally determined life goals were shaken. Although martial arts are good, what's the point of losing the happiness of being a human being?

When he came outside, Han Luo walked on the small stone path and looked at the bustling and luxurious scenery around him, and could be said to have truly witnessed the lives of the rich.

Han Luo walked to an artificial pool. The water in the pool was rippling with blue waves, the willow forests beside the pool, and the sound of sea water outside was faintly heard.

And on the third floor of the central villa, you can look at the sea, the rising sun and the green scenery! You can look at the sea from the mountains.

"Brother Han."

Wan Xiao appeared next to Han Luo at some time. Today, she was wearing a black plain dress and a clean face with a slight haggard look on her face, as if even her voice was haggard. I think her father was seriously ill, so she, the daughter of a daughter, would kneel down to save her father. I think she was extremely sad.

Han Luo could also guess this, and since Wan Xiao "invited" Liu Zongyuan, he changed his name to Han Luo.

"Sister Wan. How is Uncle Wan's illness? My master hasn't come out yet?" Han Luo also asked worriedly. Similarly, he also called Wan Xiao Sister.

After all, Wan Shaw is five years older than him. He is only eighteen years old this year.

After Liu Zongyuan entered the villa yesterday morning, he never came out. As for what he and Wan Dong had experienced, no one knew.

Perhaps, the master can even deal with guns, and there is a way to treat a patient. This is Han Luo’s idea.

"I don't know either." Wan Xiao looked at the corners of his slightly haggard eyes in the direction of the luxurious villa in the center. In just one sentence, she expressed her psychological activities that she was also panicked and believed. Obviously she began to panic.

Since the age of thirteen, Wan Xiao did not enjoy the happiness brought by wealth like the daughter of a daughter imagined by outsiders. Instead, in addition to going to school like a normal girl, he also had to learn family boxing with his uncle. Wan Dong only had her daughter, and the inheritance of ancestral boxing was naturally attributed to her.

The hard work of practicing is much greater than the hard work I put in my studies.

The pain in the body is extremely painful, and then the pain in the will is extremely painful, and then the sharp boxing skills and strong will are tempered in the pain.

This is boxing.

She is a girl. In addition to developing a habit of practicing boxing every day, she loves her father very much, in order to give her father an opinion. She is most afraid of her father being disappointed when she is old, and most afraid of her father turning white, so she tries hard to squeeze herself out! Forcing herself to learn boxing skills she doesn't like.

She knew this far earlier than the children of middle-aged families outside. The sentence at this moment didn't know how to express the helplessness and a little fear in the woman's heart. If her father passed away due to illness, would she be worthy of her father?

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All of this was hopeless after being treated by a famous doctor, and she placed all her hope on the Qingcheng Mountain hermit.

I hope he can bring the dying person back to life as the legend says.
Chapter completed!