The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 90: The Vision of the Mirage (7)

Seeing the mirage pearl in Xie Shiba's hand, Zhu Xulin's mind flashed.

"You mean using the mirage beads... to expand the openness of the sea ban again."

When it comes to sea ban, Xie Shiba has changed from his previous foolish appearance, with a faint gleam in his eyes.

I only heard him speak a little fast, as if he had a draft in his chest, "Dagan has a vast territory. Since Taizu set up the sea ban, there has been little contact between the human race and the sea race. A smear of black."

"So until now, don't look at the Hai Clan messing up the situation in Dingyuan City, in fact, in many places in Dagan, some people are still unknown to the Hai Clan."

After finishing speaking, Xie Shiba paused, and then continued, "So I was thinking, is it possible to speed up the advancement of this transitional stage? For example...using mirage beads...the Sea Clan can build a virtual mirage bead, so that the sky Friends from the south and the north meet each other on the mirage pearl."

"The human race obviously has a better background, why can't we create a platform similar to Mirage Pearl? Bring together the sea race, human race and some monster races for business exchanges."

Only then did Zhu Xulin suddenly understand.

He didn't expect that he would just casually say that Song Lanyi's father was thousands of miles away, and that Xie Shiba would come up with such a grand and even incredible method.

Including the three races of humans, demons, and seas, it is a mirage-like existence that spans the [-] mountains, the water of the Tianhe River, the Dagan territory, and the fairy islands in the East China Sea.

Just the sound of it makes people feel like their scalp is tingling.

But the one who came up with this idea was not Amaterasu, not a sage, but a simple-looking Xie Shiba.

Zhu Xulin looked at him for a long time, and sighed, "It's too difficult, this matter. Do you know how much manpower and material resources were spent on it?"

Speaking of this, Xie Shiba, whose eyes were shining brightly just now, returned to his usual silly look. He rubbed the back of his head and said with a smile, "It's up to people."

Zhu Xulin saw it now.

What a fool, a fool.

This crab eighteen is not it.

He is clearly a glutinous rice ball wrapped in white skin and stuffed with sesame seeds!

He patted Xie Shiba on the shoulder, and couldn't help asking curiously, "Brother, what exactly does your family do?"

Xie Shiba smiled and said nothing, just took out the mirage pearl again, and said in the most flat and ordinary tone, "My family... just has a small mine."

"This mine just happens to produce... mirage pearls."

Zhu Xu came to his senses.

The co-author of this guy is not a great man.

He promotes mirage beads and builds a platform, part of which is to sell more mirage beads, or to find more research value from mirage beads.

But in this way, Xie Shiba became real.

If it was said that he was really just trying to build a platform for Song Lan just because of Zhu Xulin's words, Zhu Xulin would doubt his intentions.

Night fell.

There is still a candle flame flickering brilliantly in the mirage.

However, the direction of Xiulou attracted the attention of many foreigners on Luogu Street.

It's because these prospective sons-in-law, when they entered the Xiulou, they still looked like Mr. Pianpianjia, but when they came out, they had bruised noses and swollen faces, grinning their teeth.

What surprised them even more was that these aristocrats, who seemed to have suffered a critical blow, were all hooking their shoulders and backs, looking extremely familiar.

what on earth is it?

What can happen?

Ao Huanhuan on the embroidered building was admiring the manuscript of the poem in his hand, humming an unknown song.

These guys still want to fight her?

I haven't inquired about it carefully, but she, Ao Huanhuan, beat all the invincible opponents in the Dragon Palace, crushed all the sisters and sisters, and broke out from the bloody road. Is this the deed that won the Dragon Mother's favor?

As for why they hooked their shoulders, it was naturally because, on the same night, at the same place, they were all beaten up by the same person.

This beating gave them a common little secret and unspeakable pain.

Secrets are the beginning of friendship.

None of that matters, though.

Ao Huanhuan was in a good mood, and the tone of the song in his mouth rose.

She looked at the manuscript in her hand over and over again, and the more she looked at it, the more she liked it. She frowned and thought about it for a while, and shed tears when she looked at it for a while.

But at this moment, the Wanli Conch beside her suddenly rang.

Ao Huanhuan suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, as soon as the Wanli snail was opened, her mother's voice sounded.

"Xiaoqi, I heard that you got a poem manuscript?"

Ao Huanhuan's eyes widened suddenly.

Who brought Dragon Mother here?

Didn't you say that you can steal the poems quietly and make a fortune in silence?
Those who didn't grab the poem manuscript must be the ones who told it!

She opened her mouth, "Empress, this poem is given to me by a little girl who has admired me for a long time."

Mother Long chuckled directly, but she was not polite when she said it, "How did I hear that this poem...is it you who asked her to ask for it?"

"But……"

"Okay, I'll just take a look, and then I'll pay you back."

Now that this is all said and done, what else can Ao Huanhuan do?
Of course she could only nod.

It's just that after hanging up Wanli Snail, Ao Huanhuan looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

The koi boy watched from the side wondering, "His Royal Highness Dragon Mother is rich in the world, why did she fall in love with a poem manuscript this time. Even if Song Lanyi has a literary name, she shouldn't pay so much attention to it?"

This is also what Ao Huanhuan wondered.

She sighed, packed up the manuscripts, shook her head, "It's easy to get the manuscripts, but hard to keep them, and it's hard to hide the manuscripts!"

the other side.

In the hinterland of the demon tribe in the extreme north, beyond the desert of thousands of Buddhas in the west, and the smoky forest in the south, there is the East China Sea with countless overseas fairy islands and treasures from Kyushu.

The center of the East China Sea, the sea here is dark blue.

Under the seemingly calm sea surface is a gorgeous underwater world...and a turbulent undercurrent.

In the deep sea here, there stands a palace that is not inferior to the Dagan Palace.

It's just that compared to the delicacy and generosity of the human race, the combination of elegance and vigor, the palaces of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea are more simple...even primitive.

The carved beams here have smooth lines, faintly forming a faucet head, but the faucet head is not finished, it seems that the fear is too vivid, so that it will become real.

Amidst the magnificence, in the most central hall, a lazy and dignified woman with dragon horns on her head was leaning on the steps, holding a chess piece in her hand.

Opposite her was a woman with a veil covering her face, revealing only her beauty.

This person is none other than the Hundred Flowers Saint.

The girl with the dragon horn said leisurely, "It's just a draft of a poem, so it's worth mentioning it yourself, Bai Hua?"

Bai Hua smiled lightly and said calmly, "After all, I am an elder, so it's not easy to snatch it for me. This is different from the impression I give people."

　The seventh one is here~ I was so sleepy at noon, I fell asleep after lying down for a while

　　
　
(End of this chapter)