"Can I refuse?" Li Muchan whispered.
The world is so treacherous that everyone is scheming, scheming, and fighting openly and secretly. It's really hard to guard against.
The person in the pavilion smiled lightly and said leisurely: "Can you refuse? Now you are not only a member of the Demon Cult, a member of the Qinglong Society, but also a member of me. In a three-way competition, do you think you can escape unscathed?"
Li Muchan's shoulders trembled, and he said blankly: "Your people?"
The person in the pavilion, Shi Shiran, stood up, flicked the strand of sandalwood that was burning in front of him with his bare hands, and sighed softly: "Oh, Mr. Li, I really feel sorry for you. You are just an ordinary person, and you have nothing to do with the demon sect. To me, he is considered a traitor; to the 'Blue Dragon Society', he is already a dispensable pawn; just like an ant on the street, he will be crushed to death at any time. But I have already said that you can make suggestions for me. , I still lack a military advisor, this is your only way to survive."
The bright lights reflected the woman's delicate skin like snow under the veil, her flesh and bones as clear as jade, as well as her slender shoulders and slender neck.
But this was a woman who was clearly looking at a frail woman. Even though she couldn't meet her face to face, the moment she stood with her hands behind her hands, she showed a silent domineering attitude. This kind of tyranny is not acquired, but is born from nature. It flows in the blood, blends into the marrow, and is a natural form of tyranny.
It's like there is a magical power that seduces the soul.
In the past, Shangguan Jinhong was the king of the world, and everyone in the black and white circles kowtowed and bowed down. Could it be that he was so domineering?
Li Muchan sighed quietly: "What do you want me to do?"
Of course he would not believe what this person said, but since the situation was so critical, he could only risk his life and move forward.
The man in the pavilion sighed and said, "Then just live a good life."
As soon as he finished speaking, he chuckled, and a fragrant breeze came over him.
Li Muchan only took a sip, and her hands and feet suddenly went limp, and she fell unconscious in the wind.
"Gang Leader, just let him go like this? Will the Qinglong Club spare him?" Mother Liu narrowed her eyes with a smile. As she spoke, she pulled out a short knife from her waist and bit it into her mouth as if she were eating or drinking. "This The boy is really unlucky."
The chewing sound of gold and stone rubbing against each other soon came from Liu's mother's mouth, like grinding teeth and chewing bones, which made people's scalp numb.
While this man was chewing, the fat all over his body began to tremble like waves, and there were bursts of strange noises coming from his belly, like howling wind, rising and falling, and his rotten teeth like nails kept clicking, which was extremely... weird.
Just waiting for the entrance of gold and iron, the strange sound changed again, as if there were gold beads and iron balls rolling around in the belly.
"puff!"
But seeing Mother Liu's throat squirming, her bloated body suddenly seemed to be tense like a rock. She suddenly turned her head and opened her mouth to spit, and a black light flew out from the mouthpiece and shot straight towards the wall.
There was a muffled groan, and then a figure fell out of the darkness.
When Mother Liu carried the dead body under the light, she saw that it was a man wearing night clothes.
He is the secret agent of the Blue Dragon Society.
This man's throat was broken, and there was a small, not very smooth iron ball embedded in his throat.
The people in the pavilion didn't seem to care. They slowly walked out of the pavilion and walked to Li Muchan's side. They looked at the pale and weak face, with his eyebrows tightly knitted even if he was unconscious.
After a long while, she ordered: "Send him back."
Mother Liu immediately grabbed Li Muchan like a bouncing ball. After a few ups and downs, she was thrown into the night.
Not long after they left, from a corner of the garden, an old man with gray hair and splendid clothes slowly walked out.
As soon as the lights came on, the old man smiled slyly and said: "The gang leader is really clever in using his tactics."
This person turned out to be none other than the old beggar who betrayed Dao Twelve, defected to the Qinglong Society, and cut Li Muchan dozens of times.
The man in the pavilion had returned to the pavilion, said "Oh", and asked with a smile: "Then tell me, what is the plan? What is the plan?"
The old beggar smiled like an old fox who had become a spirit: "That man had already found out that Li Muchan and the gang leader had known each other for a long time and had some friendship, so he used it as bait to test the gang leader. But not only did the gang leader not Killing Li Muchan and letting him live well, I think that person will think that the gang leader cares about Li Muchan, and he will feel that he has caught something."
"Victory opportunities are never waited for, but created." The person in the pavilion held the pot with both hands, poured a cup of tea very softly, and said quietly, "The enemy is in darkness and we are in the dark. If you want to take advantage of it, the only way is to show it." Only when the enemy is weak and on the defensive is ready to attack, can we have the opportunity to find the opponent's weaknesses."
The old beggar stood in the flower garden and praised with a smile: "When a person is closest to success, it is often when he is most likely to fail. The gang leader is really smart."
The man in the pavilion suddenly waved his hand and gave it away with his slender jade fingers. The cup of tea began to spin rapidly, flew out of the pavilion, went straight four or five feet, and then stopped in front of the old beggar, hanging in the air without falling. He slowly asked: "But we found out which dragon head the 'Lobby Master' is?"
The old beggar hurriedly took the spinning teacup, looked at the tea that was still spinning rapidly in the cup but did not spill a drop of it. He suppressed his smile a little and said respectfully: "This man is extremely cautious. Not only does he not reveal his appearance, he also doesn't even reveal his voice." It is also deliberately concealed, and even the gender is difficult to find out, which is very tricky."
"That's interesting. Otherwise, if he showed his flaws early, it wouldn't be a waste of so much of my efforts." The man in the pavilion looked at the moon in the sky. He didn't know whether it was the bright eyes reflecting the moon or the bright moon reflecting his eyes. His eyes were flowing like water, "Look Doesn’t the bright moon look like a knife?”
The bright moon is like a knife?
The old beggar subconsciously raised his head and glanced up. His uncomprehending eyes suddenly changed, and he felt a chill for no apparent reason. His withered cheeks squirmed and he said with a smile: "I dare not say that."
"Haha," the person in the pavilion laughed, no longer a restrained chuckle, but an open and wild laugh, and then chanted, "The small building listens to the spring rain all night!"
The old beggar shivered, his shoulders tightened, and his already thin body became even thinner, as if these words had a murderous intent.
The man in the pavilion looked at the moon and smiled and sighed: "I heard that that man is still very young. There are so many heroes in this world. The 'Qinglong Society' in the Central Plains and the 'Demon Cult' in the Western Regions are so turbulent. If they can compete with the heroes of the world, they will not be able to compete with them." It’s a waste of time to go through this life.”
She suddenly dodged, the bamboo curtain had been rolled up, and the figure was flying into the air, as if she was going to climb up to the sky and clouds, overlooking the earth. But at some point, there were two bright golden lights in the night sky where there was only a cold moon.
The golden light hangs high, like the sun.
The sun and the moon compete for glory.
The old beggar's pupils trembled and he lowered his head.
Through the water at his feet, he could vaguely see what kind of sun it was. It was clearly two golden rings, chasing between the sky and the earth. They were flying between the two plain hands, appearing and disappearing suddenly. The ghosts and gods were unpredictable. Frightened.
In the past, Shangguan Jinhong reached the pinnacle of success with this pair of rare and dangerous weapons in the world. He defeated the "Tianji Stick" and conquered all the masters in the "Weapons Spectrum". The world was shocked and swept the martial arts world.
Now, the double ring has reappeared, desire has reappeared, power has reappeared, money has reappeared, and Shangguan has reappeared. Can the unforgettable power of the past "when money falls, people's heads are not saved" be reappeared?
Suddenly, the people in the pavilion were far away.
"You, back off!"
