I Can Track Everything Chapter 90: Can’t do this business

　　 Before Gu Qingcheng's lazy waist was stretched out, Huayuelou became a chicken feather.

　　 There are even many girls who subconsciously look in the direction of Yi Ranju, and the longing in their eyes is ready to come out.

　　 "Miss... I didn't expect the Yunzong Saint Son to be very popular that day, and two saints fought for him."

　　 Xiaosuo couldn't do it with envy. In his opinion, the Yunzong Shengzi was the winner in life that day.

　　 "What do you know!"

　　 Gu Qingcheng's eyes were cold, he went straight downstairs, and walked quickly in the direction of Yi Ranju.

　　 There was a faint feeling in her heart that the scene of the saint stealing the saint son was deliberately arranged.

　　 And if that's the case... it would be terrible!

　　 walked, her expression became more and more solemn, because there were more and more people on the road, and almost everyone rushed in that direction.

　　 Even city guards have come out to maintain order!

　　 It didn't take long for her to get closer to Yiranju, and she couldn't do it anymore, because the road in front of Yiran was already crowded with people.

　　Everyone looked forward to one direction. There was an old house there, which had completely collapsed at this time, leaving obvious traces of battle!

　　 "I heard that the red lotus sage and the Yumizu sage fought for hundreds of rounds, and finally lost!"

　　"Really? So amazing! Is it really for the Yunzong Saint Son that day?"

The people next to 　　 kept talking, and Gu Qingcheng listened.

　　"Isn't it? The Red Lotus Sect saint had to do double cultivation with the Heavenly Cloud Sect saint son. As a result, the Youshuimen saint was unhappy and started fighting."

　　 "So exciting!"

　　"There is something more exciting. It is said that the Saint Red Lotus is practicing what special exercises. It must be done with a man, otherwise it will burn her to death!"

　　 "Fuck it! This kind of thing is looking for me! Although I am a veteran, I am still worth a battle!"

　　"You also want to go!"

　　 "You can be beautiful, they are saints!"

　　 Gu Qingcheng's expression became extremely ugly when he heard the discussion in his ear.

　　 She is almost certain that someone is making a ghost behind this, after all, where is such an unreliable saint?

　　 But who would it be? Could it be Chen Chen, the son of Yunzong that day?

　　Impossible, how could that guy have such a method?

　　 But apart from that guy, she really can't think of anyone else, because this matter also involves the maiden of the water gate.

　　 can persuade a thirty-six sect of saints to do such a thing in spite of face... I am afraid that only the shameless guy.

　　 At this thought, Gu Qingcheng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in her heart.

　　This kind of method, she can't think of it, even if it does, she doesn't have the resources.

　　 "Damn it!"

　　 stomped her foot bitterly, and Gu Qingcheng returned the same way. The anger he had just vented yesterday was returned ten times more today, which made her feel very depressed.

　　 and the other side.

　　 There have been countless noble sons who have sent people to Yiranju to find out how to save the red lotus saint.

　　 one by one claimed that the saints are in trouble, they must not be saved from death. As good young people in the capital, in this case, they should act righteously...

　　……

　　 By the next day, the passenger flow in Yiranju has more than ten times higher than usual.

　　 And the sect-like environment inside Yiran also gave this group of people a strange experience.

　　 Yiran has five floors, each with a different sect style, and the same is true for the girls inside.

　　 With the change of their names, their worth has naturally increased a hundredfold, but in just one day, Yiran actually made money that could only be made in the past few years.

　　When they were free, many girls cried with joy and thanked Chen Chen for their kindness.

　　 They never expected that one day they would be able to enjoy a treatment that Oiran could not enjoy.

　　……

　　 late at night.

　　An Jiuniang knocked her head a few times in front of her mother's hall.

　　If my mother is still alive, seeing the situation of Yiran's house today, I will be able to smile at Jiuquan.

　　Leaving the mourning hall, taking advantage of the moonlight, An Jiuniang was surprised to see Chen Chen in a daze in the yard.

　　, you know, tomorrow will be the day of the 36 sorting battles, and the saint son won’t take a rest early. What are you doing?

　　 Thinking of this, An Jiuniang gently moved closer, and whispered: "Shengzi is worried about the sorting battle tomorrow?"

　　 "No." Chen Chen didn't look back, just silently stared at the bright moon above his head.

　　 "Why is that? Although Jiuniang is dull and can't solve problems for the son, she is willing to be a quiet listener."

　　An Jiuniang's voice is soft, the day before the Yunzong Shengzi let Yiran live in the whole weather within a few days, this method of turning her hands for the clouds and hands for the rain made her feel heartbroken.

　　 now suddenly saw the saint son showing melancholy, she couldn't help being infected, because the joy brought about by the change of Yi Ran's house disappeared more than half in an instant.

　　 Chen Shen turned around after hearing this, and said softly: "The original plan should be to recruit more new girls tomorrow, cancel it now."

　　 "Huh? Why is this?"

　　An Jiuniang was a little shocked.

　　Chen Shen sighed, his expression was a bit complicated, and after a long time he said: "In some industries, even if you do your best, standing at the pinnacle of the industry, it can't bring me the slightest sense of accomplishment."

　　An Jiuniang's expression dimmed after hearing this.

　　 is indeed not a respectable industry.

　　"Shengzi said, how many people in this industry are willing to enter the industry? Most of them are forced by life."

　　Chen Chen stopped speaking, and kept reminiscing about the look of the group of guests like hungry ghosts during the day and the girls' postures pretending to be noble under his instructions.

　　At this moment, he feels like he really is an old bustard.

　　 "After all, I am a person who has experienced modern education. If I can't do this kind of industry, I will feel guilty."

　　 After calming down, Chen Chen recognized himself.

　　 Whether it's living in a brothel or revitalizing a happy residence, it's just a matter of anger.

　　After the anger had gone, he knew that he didn't like this industry.

　　 Especially when he sees those girls who are gradually getting acquainted with him go to entertain people with sex, he feels uncomfortable.

　　Because he has seen the true side of those girls, they cry and laugh, just like ordinary girls, no one is born lowly and likes to do this business.

　　 "Holy Son, what do you think should be done?" An Jiuniang asked.

　　 "Juniang, do you like this business?" Chen Chen asked back.

　　 "Actually...I don't like it~ IndoMTL.com~ I was so smashed when I invited the son to the bottom. I thought that Yiran would go bankrupt and I would be relieved."

　　An Jiuniang murmured, after listening to Chen Chen tonight, she wanted to understand why she had impulsively spent three hundred spirit stones to invite a saint...

　　Because she subconsciously wanted Yiran to close down.

　　 "In this case, Yiranju will keep it as it is now. Don't expand anymore. After a while, open another store next to Yiranju. What the girls like to do is up to them to choose."

　　 Hearing Chen Chen's words, An Jiuniang was slightly surprised.

　　 What she felt from the words of the Son was the respect for everyone.

　　 He did not force the girls to change careers and make choices, but to give them an extra option in their lives.

　　 How can those other superior sons have such delicate thoughts? Of course, those people would not have sympathy for a few girls, and even as long as they were mortals, they had little pity.

　　 The man in front of him is really special.

　　 is obviously a dragon among people in all aspects, but the eyes can accommodate ordinary people.

　　 Just as she was stunned, Chen Chen was already walking towards the room where she lived.

　　 At this time An Jiuniang subconsciously yelled: "Holy Son! Wait!"

　　 "What's wrong?" Chen Chen stopped.

　　Looking at Chen Chen’s back, An Jiuniang didn’t know how to speak for a while, and after a while, she gave a salute and said in an extremely serious tone: “It’s the blessing of Jiuniang to know the holy son. But from the bottom of my heart, I wish my son a prosperous martial arts tomorrow, and a smooth journey in the future!"

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