Magical Strategist

Because they had been apart for too long, the two people who used to talk about everything have become taciturn.

"What are you thinking about?" Haitang asked suddenly.

"It's nothing, I just feel that Miss Haitang's temper has become more and more strange after not seeing her for two years. What's wrong? Are you still having conflicts with your father?" Zhenlong asked.

"I haven't contacted him for a long time." Haitang said.

"Mr. Gu Feng is your biological father after all," Zhenlong said.

"Can we not mention him?" Haitang said somewhat disappointedly. She stretched out her jade hand, opened the lid of the wine jar, and filled the wine glass. "I'm in a bad mood, can you drink a few glasses with me?"

"Okay, but you are injured, so drink less." Zhenlong agreed readily. Haitang was the woman who loved drinking the most and was the best at drinking. Whenever Haitang was in a bad mood, she would drink and get drunk.

In fine wine, emotions do not need to be expressed, sorrows and joys do not need to be expressed. Every glass of fine wine can convey the heroic spirit and love between young men and women, the lofty spirit and courage of scholars, and a detached mentality!

The fine wine flowed down my throat, the alcohol slightly burned my stomach, and a warm current instantly filled my entire body.

Good wine! Zhenlong praised.

"Don't drink! No!" Haitang suddenly shouted.

She stood up suddenly and knocked the wine glass out of Zhenlong's hand. But it was too late, Zhenlong had already drunk all the wine in the glass.

Zhenlong blinked and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, Haitang? What are you doing? You..."

The real dragon had only said half of his words when he felt something soft and fragrant enveloping him.

Her hug was so sudden.

What's wrong with her?

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally got out of control. Haitang hugged Zhenlong, her expression began to twist, and finally she burst into tears. She trembled and cried like an animal.

Her heart was filled with a sharp pain that could not be alleviated even by tears. The moment she saw him drink the wine.

She regretted and felt guilty, and didn't know how to organize her words to tell the truth. She could only hold his head in her arms, tightly...

My mind is filled with bits and pieces of the past between the two of us. Memories are like rotting leaves, the freshness and greenness have long been buried in the early part of the time scale, and only the overwhelming smell of decay remains at the end of the time scale.

I hope that one day I can pack my bags with you, see mountains I have never seen, and walk on waters I have never walked on.

I hope that one day I can perform moving music with you, play music that has never been played, and dance on strings that have never been danced;

I hope that one day I can discuss with you the charm of Meadow's poems, appreciate the artistic conception that I have never tasted before, and express emotions that I have never felt before;

I hope that one day I can walk into the palace of marriage with you, start a life that has never begun, and enjoy days that have never been enjoyed...

Tears flowed across her fingertips. She knew that he would end his life here, and all her "hopes" would vanish into thin air, just like the tears on her fingertips, slowly evaporating with the air.

Sorry, I have to do this.

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A painful groan came from the real dragon's throat... After a while, Haitang's snow-white clothes were covered with red blood.

"Did you poison me?" Zhenlong's stomach felt like it was pierced by thousands of needles, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

"I'm sorry..." Haitang repeated these three words. She used more strength every time she said them, letting him die in her arms.

"You were also responsible for Jasmine's poisoning?"

"Yes……"

The pain was like a knife piercing a needle, which became stronger and stronger. White foam began to flow out of the dragon's mouth, and its body was bent and deformed. This feeling might be better after death.

"Dead yet?"

At this time, the door was kicked open and three men in black rushed in. They must have been waiting for a long time.

"You have done a great deed again! The Lord will reward you well!" said a man in black. He was the one who was injured by the real dragon in Yingge Palace just now.

Haitang never stopped crying, she just wanted to hold him like this...

“Get lost!” Zhenlong found strength from nowhere and pushed Haitang away. His body trembled with anger. He endured the severe pain in his abdomen and shouted, “I noticed your abnormality from the beginning, but I chose to believe you because you are Haitang! Now I find that I was wrong…”

The anger accelerated the spread of the poison, and the real dragon finally spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.

The man in black stepped forward, probed the dragon's nose with his finger, and said with a satisfied expression, "It's finally dead! Take it away in a sack!

After the capture, the man in black picked up the sack and disappeared.

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One evening ago, in Winnie City, at Comine Hospital.

Haitang lay quietly on the hospital bed receiving treatment.

On the night when Yingge was attacked, Haitang was stabbed by Sha Tianxing. Her strong desire to survive made her hold on until the next morning, when the city security department came to clear the scene and rescued the dying Haitang.

The door creaked open and a man in black walked in.

"Ms. Haitang, how are you injured?" the man in black asked in a pretentious manner.

Haitang said angrily: "Mangdi Star, it's you again, what are you doing here!"

"Don't get excited, be careful not to open the wound."

"What else do you want?" Haitang roared.

The story goes back to the morning when Yingge was attacked.

When Haitang was on a mission, she met a man in black, who claimed to be Lawrence's confidant.

Haitang naturally didn't believe it, but she believed it after seeing the man in black showing the unique identity card of the Middle-earth Alliance. The man in black handed Lawrence's handwritten letter to Haitang.

The content of the letter is roughly as follows: Haitang, unfortunately, I have to tell you that Jasmine has betrayed the alliance. She has close contacts with "Gongyi" and has leaked the top secrets of our Middle-earth many times, posing a major threat to the peace and stability of mankind. Now I specifically order you to get rid of the traitor Jasmine and restore peace to mankind!

Haitang could not be more clear about Lawrence's notes; this letter must have been written by Lawrence.

In order to dispel Haitang's doubts, the man in black exaggerated and said: Don't be surprised, Jasmine has indeed betrayed you. If you don't believe it, go and look through her drawers, which are full of letters between her and Gangyi.

Haitang is sometimes very smart, but sometimes very naive. She naively believed the slander of the man in black. After returning to Yingge, she secretly went to Moli's bedroom and opened the drawer. Sure enough, the drawer was full of letters related to Gangyi.

As the vice president of the Shadow Song Guild, his duty is to protect the alliance until his death. If anyone betrays, even if it is a relative, he must be killed!

That very night, Haitang stuffed the powder given to her by the man in black into Jasmine's teacup...

"I came to see if your injury has improved. You should be thankful that the sword that killed Tianxing didn't aim at your heart." Mangdixing said.

"I don't want to see you again, get out!"

"Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as I finish my words. I heard that the chief of staff of the Knights of Light, Lieyan, has come in person and will arrive tomorrow if nothing goes wrong. According to intelligence, you and Lieyan are old friends and your relationship is extraordinary. So I need you to use the same trick again and put this packet of powder in Lieyan's tea. The toxicity of this packet of powder is dozens of times stronger than the one I gave you before. It can be said that you will die if you touch it."

"I don't know what flame is!"

"No, you know him. His name is Lier Zhenlong. Have you forgotten?"

"he?"

"Haha, did you remember something? How about we work together again, Miss Haitang?"

"Dream on! I won't help you with anything anymore!"

"Don't worry, I won't let you die, but I can't say the same about your sisters. There are more than a hundred of them, at least. Think about it, Lieyan's life in exchange for more than a hundred lives, which one is more profitable?"

"mean!"

"You're right. We at Mangdixing never do things in an upright manner. More than a hundred heads are in your hands. Respected Vice President Yingge, as their superior, do you want to save them? Or harm them?" Along with a cold disappearance, Mangdixing's figure disappeared in the dark ward.

On one side is the man she longs for, and on the other side are the sisters who accompany her day and night. How should Haitang choose?