Lord

He Feifan and Ding Huanliang moved into their new home, in the central area of ​​Jianghan, a two-story independent building with a garden. From the south balcony, you can see the Changjiang River not far away. Armed boats guard the fishing boats cruising back and forth on the river.

The northern branch also assigned three younger brothers to live on the first floor. He Feifan explained the rules, went up to the second floor humming a song, entered the bedroom, turned around and closed the door, locking it.

Ding Huanliang was in the house. There was a topographic map hanging on the wall of the small living room attached to the bedroom. He was studying it when he heard the sound of the lock. He looked over and said, "What are you doing?"

"New house," He Feifan stared at him with fiery eyes, "Let's make a warm-up?" He said, he took off his shirt, revealing his bronze-colored skin, which is very strong and has the scars left in Beifu.

"Predict your mother's size." Ding Huanliang said coldly.

The more he was like this, the more excited He Feifei became. He untied his belt, took off his pants, and stuck them on from behind: "Why, whet my appetite?"

Ding Huanliang thought he was hot, so he pushed him impatiently: "Come on, I'm not in the mood right now."

"Tsk, it's been so much trouble with you every time." He Feifan was a little unhappy, but he still tugged at his shirt flatteringly, "I always look at your face like this, I'm really fucking going out to find..."

Ding Huanliang pushed him away violently, with a look of anger on his face, he slowly laughed: "He Feifei, I'm not your hall master, you can find whomever you love."

He Feifan's face also turned cold: "Ding Huanliang, don't be shameless!"

"Face? What kind of face did you give me?" Ding Huanliang asked him, "Did you give me a gun or a person? I only know that we don't even have a mouth now!"

"I fucking have it, and it doesn't matter to you!" He Feifei was also angry, and when he got angry, he couldn't choose what to say, "Don't forget, I brought you out of Dalan, you look like an idiot Running on the road like I dragged you into the car of the northern branch! You fucking want to climb up and figure out whose cock to lick!"

If it is very rough, it will pierce people's hearts like a knife.After finishing speaking, He Feifan regretted it.

But he stiffened his neck and refused to give in.

Ding Huanliang stared at him, unusually calm, then nodded: "You're right," he began to unbutton his shirt, "I'm a little fucking ignorant of current affairs."

This was not the result He Feifan wanted, and with a bad breath in his chest, he saw Ding Huanliang stripped off and walked over.

"Hey..." He wanted to grab his wrist, but the guy just knelt down, "Hey!" He yelled at him, pushing his head hard, "You fucking..."

Ding Huanliang insisted on rebelling against him, the two of them pushed and shoved each other with all their strength, only to hear a thump, and both fell to the ground.

"Damn it!" Ding Huanliang lowered his head, his back hurting.

He Feifan lay his pillow on his stomach, soft, and didn't want to get up, "I said why are you so awkward!"

Ding Huanliang didn't make a sound, just put his hands on his shoulders, and pulled the hair behind his ears once and for all, like petting a dog.

He Feifan liked it very much. He liked his inexplicable little actions, more than rolling madly on the bed.

"He Feifan."

"Ok?"

"You said, how can we climb up?"

"Wait for a chance," He Feifei kissed the skin around his navel, "like the Lion Hall assassin."

Ding Huanliang shook his head: "Opportunities don't come by themselves."

He Feifan hugged his waist and raised his head.

"Jianghan is so big, who do we know? If we want to turn around here, we can only rely on Jialantang."

"what?"

"As long as Jialantang is still there, we are valuable."

He Feifei understood.

Ding Huanliang patted his face: "Go and ask, have Cen Zhuo and the others passed Yao Pass?"

Ding Huanliang was inferior to He Feifan in terms of bravery and fighting power, but he was better than brains and insidiousness. He Feifan was no match for Ding Huanliang.

He Feifei dressed neatly, took his two younger brothers, and went straight to the headquarters of the dyeing society to find Si Jie.

The office of the Northern Branch is on the east side of the fifth floor. When He Feifan arrived, Si Jie was drinking with a group of senior cadres in the room. He was wearing a coquettish black suit and a huge emerald ring. Two beautiful girls, typical good-looking talents, gentle scum.

"Branch." He Feifan said hello outside the door, Si Jie saw him through the crack of the door, and beckoned him to come in.

He Feifan stepped into this small world that represented power and glory, with ambiguous retro music playing from the speakers, a half-smoked cigar on the ashtray, and burnt holes in the carpet. I don't know them, but I'm sure they're all bosses.

Si Jie patted Niu'er on the shoulder, stood up, and winked at He Feifei, asking him to follow him to the lounge inside.

The inside room is not small, it is the private space of senior cadres, there is a bathroom, a wine cabinet, and a bed, Si Jie voice activated the anti-monitoring system, let him sit casually: "Are you satisfied with the new house?"

He Feifei understood the rules and stood honestly: "Thank you branch, it's beyond imagination."

"Don't thank me." Si Jie took off his suit and hung it on the hanger. Obviously, the waist design made him uncomfortable. "The president told me to settle you down."

"Thank you boss."

"What wine to drink?" Si Jie opened the wine cabinet.

"Branch..." He Feifan was a little apprehensive, "Is the Jialan Hall in Yaoguan?"

Si Jie stopped pouring the wine, turned his face coldly, and looked at him.

He Feifei was sweating slightly on his forehead.

"Extraordinary," Si Jie handed a glass of Green Tara, which is a variant of tequila in an era of lack of alcohol, "you are not the kind of person who would ask such questions."

He Feifan took the wine, looked at the elegant Turkish green, and said honestly: "It's bright."

Si Jie shook his glass of Red Tara: "Well, he's very smart."

He Feifan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Si Jie said, "I don't like it."

He Feifan didn't dare to speak out.

"It's too colorful." With a ding, Si Jie clinked glasses with him, but it was not a celebration.

"what?"

"Ruyizhu betrayed Jianghan and hung up the high mountain cloud flag of Jialantang."

He Feifan was shocked.

"Shenyang, Beifu, and Taitu, Jialantang went down to the three cities in one go." Si Jie sipped his wine, "Where do I put the face of the northern branch?"

"Branch," He Feifei took a step forward, "Huanliang and I are willing to share our worries for the branch!"

"If you want to make meritorious deeds, I support it," Si Jie twisted the prayer beads on his wrist, "Dante Huanliang can't do it."

He Feifei hurriedly fought for it: "Huanliang is very smart, and he understands Jialantang, he..."

Si Jie raised his hand: "I didn't say he can't use it, man, you can use it as you like, but Jiangong, it's not his turn." He said indifferently, even coldly, "He is not a direct descendant of the dye society."

Nor is it a direct descendant of the Northern Branch.

"No matter how good a hunting dog is, it's just a dog." Si Jie stood up, and patted He Feifan's shoulder with his emerald-wearing hand, "Only in this way can we be a good master."

He Feifan felt heavy.

"I want to hear your answer."

He Feifan gritted his teeth: "Yes, branch office."

When he came back from the headquarters, he was worried. Ding Huanliang felt it, but he didn't ask. He just said, "Tell me about the situation of being too smeared."

He Feifan frowned, a little absent-minded: "Let Jia Lantang take it down, the hall master betrayed."

Ding Huanliang asked: "Who is the hall master?"

"Ah?" He Feifei just looked at him squarely. He had bland facial features and a vicious streak. He was born in a wealthy family, but he was forced into a jerk by the world.

"Who is the head of Taitu Hall?" Ding Huanliang stared into his eyes.

Si Jie talked about Zhang Xiaoyi's situation, and He Feifei repeated: "Ruyizhu, his parents are both cadres of the Lion Hall. Three years ago, he defended Yaoguan and died in battle. He had nowhere to go and joined the dyeing society."

"So, it's an enmity with the dyeing society," Ding Huanliang thought for a while, "It's not surprising to turn against the water."

"Si Jie said that this kid is very powerful. He pulled out all the bones of Lion Hall and Dyeshe and sorted them. According to the value of force, he can enter the top three."

Ding Huanliang was surprised: "With him in Najialantang, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings?"

"Galantang has gone to Wulanqia, but Ruyizhu is still guarding Taitu."

"Wulanqia..." Ding Huanliang fell into deep thought.

He Feifan looked at him, unable to tell him that his efforts were in vain, Si Jie would not accept him, no matter how much he paid, even if he died, he was just a dog in the eyes of senior officials.

Ding Huanliang suddenly said, "I'll go to Taitu."

He Feifan was surprised: "What are you doing there? Given our current situation, Si Jie won't send us a single soldier!"

Ding Huanliang knew it, he knew it, and he wanted to go: "Don't forget, who did we become like this because of, it's Jialantang, it's Cen Zhuo!"

He Feifan stared at him.

"You know my temper," Ding Huanliang said, "You can't beat me."

He Feifan sighed: "Okay, I'll get ready."

"You can't go."

He Feifan was stunned. For a moment, he really wondered if this guy had some conspiracy behind his back.

"Two of us, go out one, must stay one."

He Feifan didn't believe that he didn't know what the one who went out faced, danger, death, and perhaps betrayal.

"We all went. In case something happened, there wasn't even a rescuer." Ding Huanliang looked at him, his rationality was almost cruel. "I had an accident. With you in Jianghan, I still have hope of surviving."

He Feifei considered himself a jerk, chasing fame and fortune, killing countless people, and would stab someone in the back at any time: "You fucking trust me like that?"

"I don't trust you, who do I trust?" Ding Huanliang smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'm a fucking fool, only you."

Only you.

No matter how good a hunting dog is, it is just a dog.

He Feifan got up and went to the drawer to find the knife. Ding Huanliang saw it: "Why, do you want to cut your wrist?"

He Feifan made him amused, and then, he really pointed the tip of the knife at his wrist, left hand, and inside.

Ding Huan stood up brightly, watched him slash the knife, made a sharp swipe, and then slammed it hard. It was a metal chip.

With blood, He Feifan threw it to him.

"You fucking..." Ding Huanliang disgusted, "Is it disgusting!"

He Feifan blushed and shouted, "The token!"

"What the hell?"

"Take it to Taitu," He Feifei said softly, "I'll wait for you in Jianghan."

Without the metal chip, the skeleton cannot be activated remotely, which is, in a way, putting one's life in the hands of another.

Ding Huanliang blinked slowly, unexpectedly, and seemed to be shocked by this fierce romance: "You fucking think I'm a little girl from Thirteen Fourteen?" He said to himself, "Who would believe your nonsense... "

Saying this on the mouth, but holding the chip tightly with the hand.

The next day, He Feifan came to the headquarters of the dyeing society again and reported to Si Jie that Ding Huanliang planned to go to Taitu. Sure enough, Si Jie didn't say a word about sending him troops, but Ding Huanliang also asked for three things. With the consent of the president, Si Jie took He Feifei to see Yuze for the second time.

On the tenth floor, it was still the winding path. He Feifan stared at Si Jie's delicate back. In his eyes, Ding Huanliang was a dog, wasn't he?

"That kid," Si Jie said abruptly, "is very courageous."

He was referring to Ding Huanliang. He Feifei despised Ding Huanliang for such a non-aggressive compliment.

Then, Si Jie said again: "You have a good command."

This is teasing the relationship between He Feifan and Ding Huanliang, why did he do this, and it was on the way to the president's office, this gloomy guy, He Feifei thought, always made his hair stand on end.

When the chairman's room arrived, Si Jie asked for instructions in advance, knocked on the door and went straight in. Yuze stood in the middle of the room smoking a cigarette, and He Feifan saw Mount Xumi for the second time behind him.

The Buddha said that one thousand worlds is a small thousand worlds, one thousand small thousand worlds is a middle thousand worlds, one thousand middle thousand worlds is a great thousand worlds, and Mount Sumeru is the center of these three thousand worlds.

He Feifan never thought that one day he would be so close to the center of the world, and that center was in the hands of this man in front of him.

Yu Ze didn't look very happy, and said to Si Jie: "I just lost Taitu City, how dare you come to ask me for something?"

"President," Si Jie leaned over hastily, "The northern branch has already made a counterattack plan, He Feifan from the Beifutang will send people northward to recover Taitu."

Yuzawa asked impatiently: "How many bones do you want this time?"

Before Si Jie could speak, He Feifan said first, "Not even one."

He successfully attracted Yuzawa's attention: "Oh?" There was a moment of silence, "What a big tone."

He Feifei followed Ding Huanliang's instruction and said word by word: "But I want three things."

"Which three items?" Yuzawa lazily leaned back in the chair.

"First, Ruyizhu's father's main weapon."

According to the practice of Dyeshe, the main weapon of the defeated general will be properly preserved as a spoil of war, Yuzawa nodded.

"Second, the clothes worn by Ruyizhu's mother when she died."

No problem, Dyeshe has a complete historical record system, and this kind of thing is either in the archives or in the exhibition hall.

"Thirdly, the president must temporarily grant me the right to use the northern communication network."

Yuzawa frowned: "What do you want this for?"

"I want to get in touch with Ulancha in the north of Taitu."

Yuze turned to Si Jie: "Do you have any objections?"

Of course Si Jie had objections, the Northern Communication Network was his mouth, ears, nose, and tongue, but he said wittily: "As long as I can get back Tai Tu for the president, I can use my head."

Yu Ze smiled and stared at He Feifan: "I'll wait for your good news."