Ascended to become a virtual idol

Chapter 52 Ambition
When Yan Qiao got on the suspension car again, he whispered to Wu who was on his shoulder, "Send the video just now to the Mystery Society, and they will know when is the most appropriate time to send it."

After making arrangements, she closed her eyes and thought about things. Yan Qiao was not good at conspiracies and tricks. She always believed in the supremacy of strength, but in this world, for Xuanyuan who has not risen yet, there are some things that must be done.

Today's events made Yan Qiao see that Xuanyuan was really besieged on all sides, including the internal Qilin Guard who had a member of the Ability Society.

What was once a life-saving straw is now a knife hanging on Xuanyuan's head.

It's just that Yan Qiao didn't understand why the people behind him wanted to target Xuanyuan.

The development of Beixue's inheritance is in full swing, and the yin and yang art of Yingdu is also flowing slowly. No, Yan Qiao suddenly remembered the Linhai capital where he had been hiding from the world for a long time.

It seems that Linhai did not appear in the several exchange meetings and power conferences in Xuanyuan's history. Spiritual energy veins are a must for every practitioner, so how does Linhai rely on to preserve the inheritance for a long time to avoid the world.

It's really a mess, and Fuyong is strange, he wants to kill himself, but he seems to have some scruples, or to be more precise, he wants to play a game of cat and mouse.

She is really arrogant and arrogant, and she has a lot of secrets in her body. She could tell from the first confrontation that Fu Yong's cultivation level is not lower than hers, but because of some restrictions, it seems that he can't really move the killer.

So this time, the reason why her itinerary was exposed seems to be guessed, which aroused some interest in her bones, and she wanted to see who would win the battle between the two.

A long-term comfort zone will also lead to a decline in cultivation, and will even lead to a downturn. Yan Qiao, who attaches great importance to cultivation, will never allow metaphysics to become a soft knife in her hands.

After peeling off the cocoon, it seems that more fog is shrouded in front of the eyes, and the layers are entangled, making people unable to stop wanting to explore but afraid of falling into it.

[Ding dong, Huanqiao Road is here. 】

Yan Qiao opened her eyes and got off the suspension car. She has limited time to materialize now, so she can only suppress the thought of exploring the capital of Xuanyuan.

The scanning light brain entered the room, and Yan Qiao flew down automatically as soon as the door was closed, and began to search around the room very curiously.

The little elf rushed over and hugged her thigh, [Hmm, host, you won't take anyone with you when you go out~]

Yan Qiao kicked its disgusted mouth, "Speak well."

The elf grinned, 【Host, your residence seems to have been exposed. Someone came to investigate not long after you left today, but the house is very tough and they couldn't come in. 】

Yan Qiao nodded slightly when she heard the words, and she walked to the side sofa and sat down, "It seems that this room is my landing point this time."

I also thought of the black thread that I met several times, only the one when she crossed the catastrophe was the most deadly, the people behind the scenes wanted her life, but there were also people protecting her, not sure if the person protecting her was malicious, at least for now she did benefit a lot.

Thinking of this, she tugged at the optical brain on her wrist, it was really interesting that she was surrounded by three smart AIs.

It's just that this one seems a little special. Looking at Wu who was curious about the new place, Yan Qiao lowered her eyes and fiddled with her brain.

In the Metaphysics Society, Teacher Yu talked about what happened today, and Mr. Pu just opened the door and came in.

President Ke looked up, "Have you sent it away?"

Pu Lao looked a little unhappy, "Send him off, this Fu Yong is getting more and more arrogant."

After he finished speaking, he coughed twice, Elder Feng put his hand on his shoulder, "Are you injured?"

Elder Pu waved his hand, "Ahem, it's nothing serious."

Elder Yang's complexion was a bit ugly, few of them could be hurt by their cultivation now, but Fu Yong didn't care about the anger of the Mystic Society.

His hands were trembling with anger. They were old friends who watched and helped each other. Although they usually had disagreements, they had deep feelings. Now that Mr. Pu was injured, it was an extremely heavy matter for them.

Seeing the ugly faces of his old friends, Mr. Pu shook his head helplessly, "Cough, don't be angry, you will have to go through this sooner or later. By the way, Old Yu hasn't finished talking just now, let's continue."

Elder Luo pressed his shoulder, and Elder Pu smiled, suppressing the itch in his throat.

"By the way, is Elder Fu who guards the collection still there?"

"I just came back this afternoon." Elder Luo replied.

"I have something to ask him about Yan Qiao's reading of our classics." Elder Yu said quickly.

"Really!" President Ke was a little delighted, and he suppressed the smile that rose from the corner of his mouth, "Show her, if it's right, I have to ask Old Fu if he agrees."

He stood up, "I'll ask, you continue to discuss."

"President He Ke!" Elder Yu only had time to call out, and he ran away without a trace.

Elder Ye smiled, "He's too anxious."

Her eyes fell outside the door, and a sense of loneliness appeared in her eyes.

Sensing her emotions, Elder Feng on the side stretched out his hand to shake her palm.

The two are both women, and they were close friends when they were young, supporting each other all the way to the present, and then the family fell due to an inheritance accident. Elder Feng has been cultivating in silence, and only she can tell about the wounds in Elder Ye's heart over the years.

I have to worry about gains and losses for Yan Qiao, this is the only hope, who is willing to let go of the light that has been seen again for hundreds of years.

Yes, some of their decisions were really hasty, and it was easy for an outsider to settle in the Mystical Society, but the imminent computer gave them no time to think.

A capital that has lost its cultural heritage can only end up as a vassal state.

They are old, and the ability society is now a knife hanging above Xuanyuan's head to Xuanyuan. What if these children of Xuanyuan are all dead.

Beixue will not let go of her ambition to flatten Xuanyuan, waiting for their future is too painful, the old guys are dead, and the children are tied to a rope like slaves and see the light of day.

They had to be anxious, they couldn't help it, so seeing Yan Qiao's appearance, they could pretend to be deaf and dumb and not ask, as long as she could give Xuanyuan a hand.

In Xuan Academy, Luo Yixiu was lying on the lawn with a piece of grass in his mouth and closed his eyes comfortably.

Zou Mianmian came to him and sat down, "You're in such a good mood today?"

Luo Yixiu covered the top of his head with his hands, squinted his eyes and smiled, "Happy, aren't you happy that your idol has come to school?"

Zou Mianmian endured the smile and still smiled, "Well, happy, they will definitely be happier when they see it."

"When will I go to see them?" Luo Yixiu and Gulu sat up.

Zou Mianmian pawed at the grass, "I'm afraid they will feel uncomfortable."

Luo Yixiu patted her on the shoulder, "Mianmian, there are some things that cannot be delayed. If they are delayed for a long time, there will be barriers."

"Hey, I see, I'll go after school tonight." She turned her head, "You are really brave today."

Fragments of light fell on the young man's face, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was flamboyant, "Of course who is the young master!"

(End of this chapter)