Quimilas' legacy is not his power.

But the paradise for the dead that he spent a hundred and fifty years creating.

Quimilas was too tired to maintain it, nor could he maintain the heaven he created.

He hopes that Chen Zhao can take over the paradise of the deceased.

However, Chen Zhao refused.

Only the psychopath accepts it.

Quimilas himself is a psychopath.

He causes trouble for himself.

Then let yourself become one with the heaven you created.

Now he is freed.

But he wanted Chen Zhao to take over.

Anyway, he won't do such a thankless thing if he beats him to death.

By the time I returned to the hotel, it was already bright.

Everyone was tired.

As soon as I returned to the upper floor, I watched Portia come out of the room with a haggard face.

She has not gone to bed since she was woken up by Chen Zhao last night.

Just as he settled Little Larisa, Little Gelin woke up again.

Then I have to find my father, where does Portia go to find her father?

After much persuasion, he finally comforted Ge Lin.

It turned out that the power outage...it was outage like that.

Then the indoor temperature begins to rise.

Little Gelin started crying again, and Little Larisa woke up.

Anyway, it just kept her going all night.

Portia ran to the front desk to make a fuss.

But the front desk couldn't power her.

"Boss, I'll tell you now, I want to..."

Chen Zhao patted Portia on the shoulder: "You are not clear now, so go and rest for a long time first, and then tell me what you want to do when you wake up."

Portia was stunned for a moment, then returned to the room awkwardly.

Her resentment was just that moment.

After venting, she woke up.

Just kidding, no matter what.

The money she owes is a topic that cannot be avoided.

Forget it, let’s be a coolie for Chen Zhao honestly.

"By the way, book a flight ticket for the return trip today, and we will go back to Los Angeles today."

"Today? Go back? But... Boss, didn't you say that I would take a long rest?"

"Yes, on the plane, the flight was exactly six hours."

Portia now wants to buy a gun and then thrust Chen Zhao.

But after thinking about it again, Chen Zhao had faced more than a dozen gunmen, and he broke his hands and feet all of them.

Portia put away the fantasies in her mind.

Unless you get the cannon yourself, tie Chen Zhao to the gun...

On the plane

"Where is Miss Nawatts?"

"Hospital."

"What's wrong with her?"

“Female muscle disorder.”

"What disease is this?"

"Have loose bowels."

Portia immediately reacted.

Chen Zhao always talked nonsense in front of her.

And it has always been a waste of time.

Any jokes are made.

After the plane took off, Portia was finally able to fall asleep peacefully.

The seats in the first class are spacious and can be adjusted front and back, so they are quite comfortable.

However, Portia was awakened as soon as she fell asleep.

"Posia, can I change my position with you?" asked Singri Singhs.

Portia felt like she was about tortured by this family.

But you can't lose your temper with the little girl.

I could only change my seat with Singri Singerth.

"Uncle, I want to join the Supernatural Society."

"Let's talk about it when you become an adult." Chen Zhao said indifferently.

"But Ressa is only fourteen years old, and your Moore is only seventeen years old this year, and they are not adults."

When Xinli Singerth and Ressa first met, there was a little conflict.

However, the two girls are of the same age, so they quickly become talkative.

Xinli Singerth heard that there is a trial tower in the Supernatural Society.

That is only the people of the supernatural association have the right to use it.

If you want to become strong, you can only challenge the trial tower again and again.

If you want to join the Supernatural Association, only Chen Zhao nodded.

"Ressa used to be a prisoner, and Moore's qualifications in the Supernatural Society are older than me." Chen Zhao said calmly: "And now the Supernatural Society no longer accepts people. Unless you have any value, your main cultivation system is the Curse system. Not to mention you now, even if you are ten times stronger, you cannot join the association."

“I can start with the peripheral members.”

"If you can get into a prestigious university, I will consider agreeing to your request."

"But... learning is not my strength."

"Then try to become your strength."

Chen Zhao acted as an official attitude.

Xinli Singersi looked at Chen Zhao angrily.

She wants to become stronger, but she doesn't want to be as fragile and powerless as before.

The power that once proud is so powerless when facing any incident.

"I don't want to go to college, you should understand that my interest is not in studying."

"I won't force any child to get a score for a number, even if you don't go to college, I just make my request. If you accept or refuse, I won't ask."

Chen Zhao said naturally: "Of course, you still have to go to school. After all, I don't want to be sued by the Minor Protection Association."

Chen Zhao is not the kind of person who only knows the grades.

But Chen Zhao believes that going to college can broaden people's horizons.

Don’t say that those who have succeeded after dropping out of school.

In fact, people who have been to college have a higher chance of success.

Chen Zhao didn't care how good his children were in their studies or how powerful they were in their studies.

But at least, Chen Zhao still doesn't want their current impulse to affect the future.

Chen Zhao didn't care whether she would be a strong woman in business in the future or a witch in the supernatural world.

But the circle of the supernatural association is too small.

If Chen Zhao asked Xinli Singerth to join at this time.
To be continued...