half face makeup

A nephew is also good! !

Therefore, the young masters of the Chai family who came to the Chai family ran very frequently to the eldest lady's courtyard recently.

This situation looks happy, but in fact, I am very passive. The class in charge is to obey the orders of the master and manage the hosts below, and my father has only one host under him, so even if Fan Jinglan is the master, it is not enough. mobilized manpower.

Originally, it seemed that Fourth Master Chai had a good relationship with us. Fan Jinglan also approached him and asked if he could borrow some power. Fourth Master Chai's attitude was very clear—the higher-ups of Meng Poting only asked him to take care of my life. It depends on whether Chai Wuye has decided to favor Meng Poting's side.

But Fan Jinglan must not be biased, at least not on the surface.As long as she has a little intention to be biased, she will immediately attract the head of the neutral faction and the second master Chai and the third aunt of the Yan Luodian faction to concentrate their firepower, and the Chai family is expected to undergo another major change.

At this moment, I also understand what the goddess means by "can't penetrate too much". Once the relationship between me and Meng Poting is put on the case, I guess I will be kicked out of the candidates for the successor parent immediately.Because the referrer is also a very sensitive topic, although the young masters and ladies of the Chai family have their own factions, as long as the referrer is still from the Chai family, there is no need to worry about them being so mad that they will betray the interests of the family.

Finally, on the fourth day, news came from the head of the family's courtyard that the regular meeting was postponed at twelve o'clock tomorrow night and will be held again in the middle hall.

This news made the atmosphere of the old Chai family house solemn. Fan Jinglan's complexion was as dark as black iron ladle. She went out without eating dinner. I looked at her thin back with chopsticks. An old silence, like a strong wind sweeping the battlefield.

The conversation of a few days ago is still in my ears, and now it seems to be put into action like ink and ink.

"Once the regular meeting starts, if you don't expose your relationship with Meng Poting, you will be dead."

"so?"

"There is a rule in the Tao, if you want to survive, you must use the ghost in your hand to pay for it."

As soon as I put the chopsticks down, the servant who was still laying the vegetables stopped, and asked tentatively, "Miss Fifth?"

"Continue." I pushed the chair away as I spoke and stood up. I picked up the coat on the back of the chair and put it on. I glanced at the Yanshouhuanfei at the table. If you come back alive, give a pair of chopsticks, if you die, stick a stick of incense."

I buttoned my coat and walked all the way to the door. When I turned around, I saw the servant was still laying out the dishes. I paused and added: "Oh yes, you need double servings of chopsticks and incense. Master Fan can also use it."

The cold wind was blowing outside at night, the wind was rustling and whimpering, I waved my hands to the corner, put my hands in my pockets, and walked out of the courtyard gate.

Walking on the winding stone road in the old house of the Chai family, I still lowered my head to sort out my thoughts.

The workload in the past few days is indeed very heavy, Fan Jinglan integrated all the information and showed it to me.The Chai family system is very large, the relationship network is intricate, and the financial channels are also strange. It is very difficult to truly grasp the power of a dish owner without a foundation of more than one year.So after thinking about it, Fan Jinglan finally became ruthless—since she couldn't grab it, that's fine, let's smash it.

It's just that the price is very high. If my father is a little more confident and has two hosts, then there is nothing wrong with sacrificing one to kill the other.The key is that we only have one in our hands, and we have been in business for two or three years. It is estimated that other leaders also feel that we are reluctant, because according to everything Fan Jinglan did in the early stage of the civil war, she is indeed reluctant.

But it doesn't matter, I am willing.

So Fan Jinglan locked herself in the study for four hours, and finally agreed to my proposal, a scumbag with a scumbag.

At that time, Fan Jinglan was in a bad state of mind due to overwork and the exhaustion of losing her host. Her short hair at the ears made her face look thinner. It can be destroyed by you, but the owner is someone who has been with me for many years, so I must protect it."

I frowned: "But if the host doesn't participate, what effect will it have, tsk."

Fan Jinglan took out a cowhide bag and put it on the table: "These are the financial channels that I can get rid of. You take it and go to 'Wangchuanhe' to make a deal. As long as there is no loss, the effect should be better than that of an owner. Appreciate the help."

I touched the thickness of the cowhide bag and thought to myself that this time it was really a last stand, and the old bottom was exposed.

Under the pressure of Yan Luodian and Meng Poting for many years, "Wangchuan River" has been the most inconspicuous of the three giants of wealth, but all aspects involved in this place are more complicated than spider webs. Daotong kills, with many external windows and extensive contacts. The high-level people there are all cunning fox eighteen caves. It is more difficult to kill them than to kill ghosts.

Because this force was forcibly supported by Meng Poting, and after receiving the acquiescence of Wuguan Wang, Wang Chuanhe's Lunhuan Wang established a very unique subordinate group - Santu.

To put it simply, it is to buy murder to kill.The rules are also very simple. If you have money, you are a Bodhisattva. Even if the other party is a Tathagata Buddha, if a hundred Bodhisattvas and Arhats rush over, the Buddha will lose his head.

I weighed the cowhide bag, and said with a bit of heartache: "Master Fan is really rich, so much money, you can give it if you say it."

Fan Jinglan suddenly looked at me with a strange look: "I didn't give it to outsiders."

I was startled, and I thought to myself, stepmother, you are so powerful that you have already stretched out your hands to the Wangchuan River?Is this just a show for me?Before I finished thinking, I heard Fan Jinglan continue: "I heard that you had an affair with a high-ranking member of Meng Poting when you were in black? Anyway, we know in our hearts that Wang Chuanhe is a dog of Meng Poting. You have a chance to get it back."

I:"……"

Damn, stepmother, the Chai family loves to gossip too much, right?It's inexplicable for me to lose my virginity!

I went out through the side door of the Chai family's old house. The moment I walked out of the old house, I turned up my collar, and the night wind blew on the back of the collar, breaking it into tiny rolls, and cracking it on my face, with a slight tingle. tingling.

Fan Jinglan left in a hurry before because she never thought that the schedule of the regular meeting would be so tight, and many things had not been arranged yet. In a hurry, she could only go to the front line in person as the chief executive.And I went to Wangchuanhe this time. I entered Taoism late, and there are no roads in Wangchuanhe. If it was just me, I might not be able to find the door. Fortunately, Fan Jinglan took this into consideration and gave me an address. There is also a bodyguard accompanying me.

The bodyguard is young, but his skills are very sharp. I don’t know where he is from. He has a very strong accent.

I had nothing to do along the way. After thinking about the business, I started to think about the bodyguard. Among the many conversations, I only understood the first sentence. I guess he said it a lot. It turns out that the accent has changed a lot, so people can at least understand it.

--what's your name?

——Having a name is too dangerous. If I do dangerous things, I can’t use dangerous things. You can call me whatever you want.

I sighed, thinking that this guy would definitely apply for a certificate, at least he would have one in hand, and I could take one from him when he did bad things later.

However, I'm really not good at picking names. If you compare Lao Tzu's name with others, it's a failure.I thought for a while, then turned my head and said, "What did Master Fan call you?"

The bodyguard was on alert when I suddenly turned around, and when he heard my words, he was taken aback for a moment before answering: "The dog's egg is broken."——The pronunciation of the name is still correct.

I:"……"

I said stepmother, I'm really worried about how cheap that little brother's nickname is taken by you!

I was silent for a while and said, "Then what is the most beautiful name in your memory?"

The bodyguard thought for a while, then said uncertainly, "Black girl?"

I turned around and continued walking: "Forget it, let me go back and look it up in the dictionary."

It seems that I have wronged Team Huang, the names on this whole road are unreliable!I actually expect Huang Bu to be reliable with the flower girl!This is even less reliable than hatching a monkey from an egg!

After walking for about half an hour, I took the bus and subway many times during the period. After the bodyguard confirmed that no one should follow us, I turned into a dilapidated marriage counseling center.Inside, a broken electric fan was turned on for ventilation. Even so, I still smelled a long-lasting musty smell. I raised my eyes and looked at the wall. It was covered with various small pictures of marriage proposals. Other places have been cracked, and the wall powder He fell in vain.

Tsk tsk, there are so many rich locals, and the stronghold is still like this, it's really...

At least you can replace the Sister Feng posted on the wall with Sola Aoi!

After half a minute of sitting on the sofa with cotton wool turned out, I finally got impatient and asked the bodyguard to yell a few times.Probably heard a sound, a voice seemed to answer behind the door curtain, and then there was the sound of clattering slippers, and a middle-aged man in a baggy sweatshirt lifted the curtain, his face even more impatient: "What are you shouting for? What is it?"

Just as I was about to speak, the bodyguard suddenly pressed my shoulder, and then he said, "Zega is obscene."

I:"……"

Bro, can you translate?

Seeing my dazed face, the bodyguard suddenly stepped forward to stop the middle-aged man in sweatshirt, and said two words that I could understand: "Danger!"

I raised my head abruptly, and saw the middle-aged man confronting the bodyguard, his face gradually darkened, so dark that he looked familiar.

I looked at him carefully for a while, and suddenly my heart sank, fuck, this guy is from the Chai family!

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☆, think about it, you can't die

I think that after this matter is over, I can change my surname to Zhuge, and then be a full-time spokesperson for the proposition of "die before leaving school" for 30 years.

After I recognized the guy from the Chai family, the middle-aged man didn't try to hide it.After slowly standing upright, more than a dozen people rushed out from behind the curtain, all wearing the uniforms of the Chai family, standing in all directions, almost as ostentatious as the revolutionary army occupying the top of the hill, all of them swaggered, and almost tied a red ribbon on their heads up.

The middle-aged man was slowly putting on his uniform. After the belt was tied, he sat on the old and creaky swivel chair in the dating agency and nodded to me: "Miss Fifth, let's make a long story short. Let me introduce myself first. The eight principals under the parents' seat -- alas, don't look at me with that kind of look. As far as I know, all the Wangchuan River strongholds within the range of the Chai family are guarded. Some are from the second master of Chai, and some belong to the third aunt... ...I can't tell. But Miss Wu should understand that the most sensible thing to do at this time is to hand over the financial channel information you carry with you, and then go back with us. We promise not to touch Miss. How about it? ?”

I couldn't help sneering: "You mean, you want me to ignore my stepmother?"

The middle-aged man still looked generous: "Miss Fifth should be a smart person."

"In your eyes, the so-called smartness is meeting idiots who are stupider than yourself."

The middle-aged man laughed twice: "Oh, Miss Fifth really has thorns, but it's okay, I have plenty of time, we can spend it slowly."

Breathing, this tactic of encircling the crowd gave people great pressure, and I also knew that I was running out of time, if I couldn't get Wang Chuanhe's deal in time, then Fan Jinglan's result was likely to be annihilated.

And without Fan Jinglan as an ally, my situation afterward is just two words, it's over.

After being silent for a long while, I suddenly spoke out, controlling my voice with great perseverance, with a leisurely voice like strolling in the garden: "I was not smart when I was young, and I would copy my deskmate every exam, but my deskmate is a timid person. Yes, sometimes I clearly agreed to it, but in the exam, it was covered up more tightly than the US Department of Defense, which made me restless in class, as if I was fried."

Everyone looked at me, not quite understanding what I meant.

I looked directly at the middle-aged man, and continued in a deep voice: "I thought at the time, since he knew he couldn't do it, why did he agree to me?——What a fucking beating!"

I don't know if the middle-aged man was brought in by the plot of the story, and he even commented: "But you didn't do it right in the first place, Miss Wu, you must be honest!"

I suddenly laughed, stood up, and spread my hands to show all living beings: "You are actually telling me that I am wrong? Then look, look at the society we live in, how many people are more wrong than me! Ah! ?”

Everyone is silent.

I looked at the middle-aged man coldly, and said word by word: "What I hate the most is that feeling. I had so much hope, but in the end it all came to nothing—I want to be what you call a 'smart person', Mr. Fan Can you get a taste of it? Whoops but if I don't go with you you're going to do something to me right? Whoops I'm so scared, I'm still an underage girl - damn it! So I'm going to Damn you! Do you want my stepmother to die? I will kill you to feed the pigs!!"

Before I finished speaking, I took out a ball from the inside of my pocket and slammed it at the middle-aged man without hesitation.

"Oh!"

A burst of strong light exploded, and the dark night was instantly brushed by white, and the surroundings were all dazzling white!

Although I closed my eyes in time, I still felt a burning pain. When I took a step back and was about to fall onto the sofa, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm.Then I was immediately dragged and ran, with bumps and bumps along the way, but fortunately, my body was able to coordinate and I didn't fall to affect my speed.

I didn't dare to open my eyes slightly until I felt that the surrounding light was getting darker. Although my eyes were still a little dry and shaky, at least I could still see things.As soon as I took a breath, I heard the bodyguard say: "Nong pinch Ni Go's three crutches?"

I:"……"

Brother, be good, stop talking, and I will take you to get an Earth language translator later.

When I ran out of the dating agency, I didn't care about the pain in my eyes, so I took out my phone and connected to 3G, and then started searching for the Wangchuanhe base outside the Chaijia territory.

It is very difficult to get information about these strongholds that are not on the territory of the Chai family, and many of them are just suspicions.Fortunately, Fan Jinglan gave me this information just to be on the safe side, otherwise I would have to run over empty-handed and say to my stepmother: Oh, my luck is really bad today, shall we fight with our backs or go home and prepare a shroud?Oh, by the way, stepmother, do you still want to consider being buried with my own mother?The feng shui at Pujue Temple is quite good, and there are still vacancies, maybe you can exchange ideas after marriage with each other...

I sighed, and continued to search on my mobile phone to find the nearest location. I didn't care about researching the authenticity, and directly directed the bodyguards to rush towards the dawn of victory like an alpaca.

The dawn of victory will go out of Liuhe District, and it will not stop until Yanziji in Qixia District.In the middle of the night, my bodyguard and I evaded the fare, climbed crookedly along the road to the cliff, and was just about to take a breath when suddenly a trembling voice from an old man came: "Let's take a look! Let's take a look first." Look!"

It was dark all around, and there were many shadows of trees, only a figure could be vaguely seen coming.I was silent for a while, then turned my head and said to the bodyguard: "Forget it, you are not good at skills, you have caught up with me at such an age, what are you still doing? Make up the ticket!"

The bodyguard said: "It's really a first-class pick-up from Su Shinei."

I put my arms around his shoulders, with a painful expression on my face: "Hey brother, if I am still alive in 24 hours, I will definitely enroll you in a Mandarin class. Now, can you please pay for it?"

The bodyguard remained motionless: "Tuti will take Su Shinei one step at a time!"

Seeing that the old man came over, with a shaggy beard and extremely eager eyes, he said like a salesman, "Take a look! Take a look!"

The bodyguard stepped forward and said to him: "I'm busy eight years old and smashing Nei Tao!"

I:"……"

What the hell are they talking about?Why do I feel... off Earth?Could it be that the way I just evaded the fare was wrong? !The consequences are too profound, right? !

This lesson tells us - those who do great things can't evade fares - at least they can't evade their own student tickets.

The hillside near the cliff is relatively steep, and the old man had a hard time climbing it. After a few minutes, he came over with small steps, jumped forward, grabbed my arm with both hands like chicken feet, and said affectionately: " Take a look!!"

I:"……"

Where did your old man tell me to look?To be honest, your face like an old chrysanthemum is really not ornamental!

Just when I thought this old man was here to moleste underage girls, he suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me to a stone tablet that was almost as tall as a person, and said affectionately: "Look at the monument!"

I took a photo with my mobile phone, and there were a few words engraved on it-"Thinking about it, I can't die", and I signed it next to it: "Tao Xingzhi".

I:"……"

At this time, the old man suddenly turned into a starling, and said in a rambling voice, "Look at the stele first! Young people, don't just come to this old place if you don't like it at all. How many people died in this place before? The great educator Mr. Tao came here to stand This monument of admonition! Life is too short, no matter how unsatisfactory it is, it will pass! You see, you brought your little boyfriend here! This is to die for love! Hey, young people don’t know what love is, listen to grandpa’s words, hurry back Don't let your family worry..."

I:"……"

Sure enough, I'm still out of the earth, right?How can people on earth be so old and funny!

Just as I was about to ask the bodyguard to take this long-winded old man aside, suddenly my mind flashed and I realized a problem—this old man’s age cannot be faked, and he must not be able to keep up with the speed we just climbed up. On, that means he has been around here all the time.But it's almost midnight now, why would a lonely old man be in the scenic area?

It is impossible to really set up a canopy under the order of Tao University educators to discourage people who come to jump off the cliff.

I calmed down and ignored the old man's chicken claws grabbing my arm, and just said something during his eloquent breath exchange: "If I listen to you and don't jump, can I go to the Wangchuan River? "

The old man was not deaf, so he stopped talking instantly.

After a while, he let go of his paws, patted his clothes, and took a plastic comb to comb his beard. It collapsed in an instant.

I stared at his face in a pretentious manner, and said word by word: "Do you know what this is?"

According to my original plan, it would be a soft policy.First start to chat with each other about the trivial matters of the seven aunts and the eight aunts, and then get close to each other, and then talk about the business after the relationship is almost done.

But when I was disturbed by the eight principals at the dating agency, my patience dropped faster than Halley's comet. I remembered Fan Jinglan's saying that Wang Chuanhe's rotation king was equal to a dog under Meng Poting's official king, and suddenly disappeared. Respecting the old and caring for the young, he directly pulled out Shang Fang's sword and pressed it on his neck to see if he would listen or not.

The light is not good at night, so I turned on the flashlight software in my mobile phone and illuminated the earpick in 360 degrees.And the old man seemed to be in a daze the moment Shang Fang's sword was thrown out, the comb was still dangling from his beard, his eyes were cloudy as if something had melted away, revealing a deep sense of panic.

The place facing the cliff was silent for a long time, the wind blew past the stone monument, and the leaves rustled like weeping.

"At the No. 40 second junction of Wangchuan River Three Routes, see Wang Ling."

The old man suddenly knelt down, and his knees hit the ground with a bang. It was as intimidating as a heavy object falling into the water on this cliff. I almost took a step back.

But at this moment, you can't show your cowardice. This is the same as the crime of Huai Bi. It has never been heard in history that the person who was given Shang Fang's sword was a frail scholar, because the scholar couldn't even bear the weight of the sword, so what qualifications did he have to judge others?

Shangfang's sword is too sharp, if you can't hold it down, you will cut yourself.

After a long silence, I uttered a deep voice, my voice was cut by the wind at the cliff in this dark night, leaving only an icy coldness: "Gather your men and horses, wash your hands and prepare, most of the people who are going to die tonight will have blood It’s meant to be sprayed on you.”

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☆, blood flow floating pestle.

"Fighting Chi You in the field of Zhuolu, the blood flowed everywhere."

When I read "Historical Records: The Chronicles of the Five Emperors", I used to imagine that ancient battle, the forest pointed to the sky in the sky, the sand and the earth were flying, and the Yellow Emperor and Chi You fought in Zhuolu. Because of blood and bravery, the earth was shaken, and the sky and the earth turned pale.

The old man of Yanziji almost did not hesitate to mobilize all the nearby personnel belonging to the three routes of Wangchuan River. When they gathered in Yanziji, it was already dark, like dark clouds rolling in the sky.

I looked at the time, it took this group of people longer than me to get from Yanziji in Qixia to Qili Bridge in Liuhe, but I had to go back to Qili Bridge as fast as possible to help Fan Jinglan.But the old man became anxious when he heard it, and he refused to let me go there alone, and kept staring at the earpick in my hand with shrinking eyes.Finally, when I showed the Shangfang sword again, the old man relented, but he still proposed that the two troops must follow.

It was past midnight, and a line of unmarked cars raced down the driveway, completely ignoring the traffic lights.But it was too late, and I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

The bodyguard was calm, and found a dry box lunch somewhere in someone else's car, soaked it in water from a thermos and handed it to me.I didn't eat dinner, and I've been running and climbing mountains until now, and I couldn't bear the smell, and I started eating before the rice boiled.Halfway through eating, the car suddenly braked suddenly, and I almost stabbed my chopsticks in my throat.

Before I could get angry, the driver in front turned around and said, "Girl, is this the place?"

I threw the rice away and looked out the window. Although the street lights were a bit dim, there was indeed the outline of the Qili Bridge not far away.Across some obstacles, I couldn't tell what was going on there, so I immediately said, "Notify half of the cars behind to take a detour to the bridge, and the rest will follow your car and rush over to block the side of the bridge."

The driver let out a hey, and immediately asked the co-pilot to take the intercom headset.Then the car body rushed out and went straight to the bridge head. The lunch box I threw beside the seat instantly sprinkled the bodyguards all over.

Looking at his stunned face, I reached out and stroked his hair, and comforted him: "It's pretty, just like the stars in the sky."

The bodyguard silently flicked three grains of rice away from his face.

Because the speed of the car was too high, the driver slammed the steering wheel and played a drift when reaching the bridge. The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground was as harsh as a cat's paw scratching a blackboard. Then the car shook and the engine was completely turned off.

The three cars that followed all stopped at the rear. When the lights of the cars were shining, all the people on the Qili Bridge turned their heads to look at this area.I checked carefully, someone was injured, it seems that there was a small fight, but Fan Jinglan must have stopped it.When you are not sure, once the fight is uncontrollable, it is likely to spread, and when the time comes, one host's manpower will not be enough for the other party.

"How's the situation?" The driver had already started putting equipment on himself.

"I broke into my own people." I stretched out my hand to pull the car door, "But the situation of my own people is a bit heartwarming."

A door knock sounded, and I pushed the door open, and at the same time, all the cars opened their doors one after another like fish with scales spread out.Everyone came down one by one, the fur coats on their bodies were bulging, and the short ends of the sharp weapons under the hem reflected the sharp light.

Time seemed to be silent, only the sound of the river flowing slightly.

I put my hands in my pockets, and silently walked towards Fan Jinglan in the center of the bridge, all the people and horses retreated wherever I went.Fan Jinglan stood in the middle of the bridge and looked back, her short hair was golden brown under the dim streetlights, and although her thin face was backlit, it couldn't hide the bright red marks on her face.

I walked up to her, looked up and down, and confirmed that there were no scars other than the wound on the face, and I was a little relieved in my heart.But then I felt that the marks on her face were so glaring. A woman so strong was slapped by the situation. If she didn't slap her back, she would be bored in her heart for a lifetime, like a huge stone tablet falling from the sky, weighing heavily on her heart .

Breathless shame and pain.

"You're here." Her voice was slightly hoarse.

I nodded, and then looked to the opposite side. The leader on the other side of the bridge was a strange man, who rolled his eyes vigilantly at this moment.At this moment, I said calmly: "It's a coincidence that I came here, my own people have already been beaten in the face, so there is no need to be polite. The location is well chosen, and it is very convenient to lift the dead body into the river or something."

"How many people are there?" Fan Jinglan lowered her voice.

"A lot of people, a lot." I pointed to the strange man and the large crowd behind him, my voice was cold in the night wind, and there was a gnashing of teeth that I couldn't explain, "Fucking enough to kill this group of bastards Already!"

Fan Jinglan's face was heavy: "I've dealt with it for several hours, and there is no big loss so far. You have to understand the consequences of what you say."

"It's very clear." I said, "Tell your own people to withdraw."

Fan Jinglan couldn't believe it: "How many people did you bring? The financial channels for those transactions couldn't possibly involve so many people!"

"It is impossible."

Fan Jinglan looked at me.

I said: "Who is the master behind me? I have finally figured it out today. Don't worry, no one will be able to provoke it. If this is the case, then according to my rules, I will play big every time. I feel ashamed if they take advantage of it first, and then don't make it more beautiful."

As soon as the end sound fell, there was a sudden sound of brakes from the opposite side. Several cars rushed into the crowd in an instant.

"Do it!" I shouted.

Countless people in gray uniforms took out the sharp weapons in their clothes and rushed up, forming a dazzling white light on the dim Qili Bridge. I watched countless people around me jump over me and rush to the opposite side of the bridge, and saw the blood in the chaotic crowd. It overflowed, even in this empty riverside, a fishy smell still rose.

"Fighting Chi You in the field of Zhuolu, the blood flowed everywhere."

I was pulled to the back of the bridge by Fan Jinglan, but I couldn't take my eyes off the scene of hundreds of people fighting, and I muttered involuntarily.

"What did you say?" In the noise, Fan Jinglan didn't hear me chanting something in a low voice.

After a moment of silence, I shook my head: "I remembered some stories." I turned to the place where the white light and blood spattered, and sighed, "The story says that it is to start a civilization of an era, but it is actually the same as the one in front of me. For selfish desires."

If the white way is still trying to cover up its ugliness with clothes, the underworld is completely exposing the distorted human nature to everyone's eyes.

So on that wild land, in this black night, there was blood.

They have flowed for thousands of years and still cannot dry up.

The selfish desires of the Yellow Emperor and the Chai family are actually the same when they are peeled off.

It's just human desires.

Rush is completely unstoppable, unlike a battle where there is a call to withdraw troops, it will become more and more fierce.Rush is undoubtedly the most dangerous of all fights. You have to face all attacks from all directions, and those who can survive in the end will either be lucky or skillful.

And because the people who participated in the Rush were almost all low-level people, basically equipped with simple cold weapons, and the cost of the things in their hands was not high, so human lives were naturally worthless.At that time, the old man in Yanziji was relieved when he heard that he borrowed someone to go to Rush. When I asked why he didn’t equip guns, the old man shook his head and smiled, saying that Rush is to step on the opponent’s blood to climb up. But one of the few laws of fairness on the road cannot bully others.

But Fan Jinglan's words were obviously more straightforward: this is like a feudal dynasty's war, the army must be fighting against the common people, if the generals rush forward, this is a high-level political confrontation.

Let me just say, there is no fair moral code for that old man who is still playing tricks on the young people who jumped off the cliff in front of the Taoist educator's exhortation monument.

This fight lasted almost five hours. At this moment, it was bright early in the early summer. By the time the sky turned pale, the Qili Bridge was already littered with dead bodies. The people who dealt with the aftermath were spraying air fresheners everywhere to get rid of the bloody smell.

There were a total of seven hosts' blue parts present, and began to collect the corpses, as well as such trivial matters as cleaning the stone bridge and washing the river.When the rays of the sun turned golden orange, Qili Bridge had basically returned to normal. Except for a new trace of hostility in the air, it seemed that last night was just the most ordinary night among countless nights.

Wangchuanhe Santu has been doing this kind of business all year round, with a large number of people, and now it is winning steadily.The leading man on the other side wanted to take advantage of the chaos and run away, but was stopped.When I heard the front man come to ask for instructions, I walked over without thinking, stared at the man for a while, then raised my hand and slapped him.

I'm good at kicking people, but my hand was a little bit weak. This slap made my hand hurt, but I shook my hand and gave him a hard slap. Then I pulled his collar and said softly: "You Do you know that a woman's face can't be hit casually?"

The man was dressed in rags, and he struggled to speak.

I paused for a while, and then said: "You should be the fourth principal, is Chai Sangu her husband? Tsk, that's a pity, this revenge is a bit difficult to avenge, my father is soft-handed and doesn't hit women." Pulling the collar up a bit, he said in a low voice, "But you beat my stepmother, I'm bound to feel pissed. You don't know me well, and you don't know. If I'm upset, you just wait to cry."

Impatient to wait for his reaction, I immediately let go, turned around and walked to Fan Jinglan's side.She was leaning against the bridge railing, the marks on her face were greatly reduced by applying the ice pack, at this moment she was looking at the trickling river, and she was in a trance with a cigarette in her mouth.

I looked around, because I had been fighting for several hours, and my mental and physical strength had been exhausted, and everyone was smoking cigarettes.

I was silent for a while, and then I asked the bodyguard who was smoking behind me, "Is there a lollipop? Come with me."

bodyguard:"……"

After a while, Fan Jinglan turned her head, looked at me and said in a low voice, "What are your plans now?"

I was sucking the lollipop that the bodyguard got from the canteen, holding the paper stick between my two fingers, and my voice was slightly vague: "I've let go of all my cruel words, so I can't back down, let's force the palace."

Fan Jinglan's finger holding the cigarette trembled, but she quickly flicked off the ash, and said slowly: "The Chai family has a lot of background, if you want to push it all at once, you will probably catch me."

"I didn't want to mess with Bengchai's family, it's enough to just collapse the pitcher plant."

Fan Jinglan frowned at first, but then seemed to understand: "You mean...to separate?"

I nodded: "Nepenthes is the only one who hopes that the Chai family will not collapse, because in this way she can continue to rule, even if the people below are obedient, but she is still the head of the family."

Fan Jinglan seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of this plan: "But if we really split, our advantage is too weak."

I snorted: "Nepenthes has seventeen hosts, won't they grab it? In this fight, we at least lost most of Chai Erye and Chai Sangu's troops, and our side used Santu There are almost no losses in the headquarters. Chai Siye is not an enemy, so where is our weak advantage?"

Seeing that Fan Jinglan still seemed a little hesitant, I directly revealed my last-ditch preparations: "I have already asked Wang Chuanhe to send a team to the old house. The highest specification of Santu, all equipped with black guns, and each with a C4 explosive."

The cigarette butt in Fan Jinglan's hand fell into the river, she slowly raised her head, looking at me with cold and bright eyes.

The author has something to say: I went to update the fifth chapter of "Follow the Wave" with a cheap hand, and went to mess with my sister's CP. Viewers can go and have a look

[I feel very smooth when I write it. Sure enough, I am still suitable for Gufeng. . .It may be that the modern framework is too depressing, and it is impossible to write the feeling of the emperor of the troubled times and the fate of the goddess. . .

☆, the virtue of this product

In a large family such as the White Family and the Black Family, there must be a genealogy, and the one kept next to the family tree is a "Record of Family Events and History".Originally, such family history records must be written by the elders of the family, but this time, the Chai family memorabilia was written by the head of the Chai family, Fan.

"Lunar year six