Chapter 1185: The Death of Daoxu (8)

The young boss seemed to be very satisfied with my reaction and smiled and said, "That's right, after things are done, you will be the next president."

"No!" I intuitively rejected him. I knew the material I had, so I had no right to be a president.

"You don't do it?" The little boss obviously didn't expect me to refuse and looked at me with shock, "Are you sure?"

I nodded, "I have no interest in that president, I just want to know what the result of the discussion between the three of them?"

"It's very simple!" He took a deep breath and explained: "My boss is not interested in the position of president, and Mr. Luo is not interested. However, Qiao Xiuer, due to the family's wishes for many years, wanted to be a member of the family.

One president.”

I was confused. Don’t Wang Muyang want to be the president?

If he didn't want to be the president, how could he get involved in the power of Sandaoxu? How could he get involved in this matter?

I expressed my doubts.

After hearing this, he explained: "I am willing to buy a lot of money. The boss is just a whim. He is definitely not something you can understand. Maybe Mr. Luo understands it."

Well, I am a plain person and don’t understand their ideas, so I took out the previous question, “Do you not kill Dao Xuxing?”

He glanced at me and said word by word: "Inheritance, or they want to leave a strong mark in history."

As soon as I saw this, I was so drunk that I grabbed Wang Xin, "Okay, stop fighting, haven't you heard from the boss that I must kill Daoxu with my own hands. You kill Daoxu, they

I won't admit it."

I said oh, and I didn't understand their ideas. For me, give me some money, let me make the house better, marry another wife, and live a life of love between men and women.

, What kind of ambitions are all clouds.

As he said that, the little boss patted my shoulder and led the crowd away, leaving us looking at each other in a glance.

Send to death?

"What?" I asked.

"No!" Wang Xiang, who had never spoken before, spoke, said, "You are still young, let me do it. I will buy a watermelon knife later and will slash Daoxu's immortal one tomorrow with one knife."

Wang Xin smiled, "Xiaojiu, don't you believe it, just take Wang Muyang as an example. Even if he becomes the president, what can he change? Don't forget that the Metaphysical Association has an elder church, and many things are made up of

The Elder Hall decided that the so-called president was just a puppet. With Wang Muyang's nature, how could he be willing to let him do it? It would be better to draw something more realistic, such as inheritance, or to create an association about coffin holders.

, Be an ancestor myself, even if the descendants raise the coffin carryr, they will know that Wang Muyang is the number one person."

After saying that, I led them back to the Jinghua Hotel. I don’t know if Wang Muyang is too powerful or what happened. At this time, the Jinghua Hotel actually returned to normal, and even the number of pedestrians at the entrance of the hotel gradually increased.

It was not until later that Wang Muyang blocked a section of the road ahead of Jinghua Hotel in order to facilitate this operation, and this Jinghua Hotel is a hotel under Wang Muyang.

I couldn't help but swear, "What do you mean? It's a problem for us to fill our stomachs. Those guys actually think of history. This may be the difference between people."

As he said that, he looked at Wang Xiang with a bit sad, "Brother, after I leave, I will take good care of Jing'er and find a good home for her in the future."

"What does it mean?" I asked immediately.

I glared at Wang Jing'er, Made, the Xudu is seventy-year-old and eighty-year-old, and he is still using the beauty trick. Isn't this asking for death? He said, "Okay, don't worry about this matter, I will do it tomorrow."

"The decision is up to you."

"Xiaojiu, I seem to understand what they mean." Wang Xin said something thoughtfully.

After saying that, he stood up and glanced at Wang Jing'er a few times, "Little niece, after uncle leaves, be filial to your father, don't worry your father."

"Those people are so clean and neat, I believe they have done a lot of such things." Wang Xin murmured and walked inside.

"The three of them, both their identities and power, have reached a point. If they want to go further, they are not satisfied with the position of president. In other words, what they are planning is not power, but

There is another thing." Wang Xin said.

I thought about it and had no idea. I mainly killed someone in the Metaphysical Society, which was tantamount to suicide. I asked him, "Do you have any ideas?"

I followed me in, sitting next to the sofa, my mind always trying to kill Daoxue.

"We are now meat fish on the chopping board, and we can't get any idea, unless we reject their request. However, in this way, it is very likely that we will be the one who is unlucky." Wang Xin said indifferently: "

Let’s do this, I’ll kill Daoxue tomorrow.”

Back at the hotel, we found our room. As soon as we opened the door, a strong smell of blood was swelling, which made us all frown. Strangely, the room was very clean, and there was not even a trace of blood.

.

When I thought of this, I gave up on Wang Xin and others and told them not to argue and talk about it tomorrow.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Wang Xin asked me: "Xiaojiu, let's say something real, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

His words reminded me that although Luo Dongchuan was not very intimate with me, he was definitely not just asking me to die. In addition, Luo Dongchuan told me in the evening that he was arrogant when he asked me to go to the Metaphysical Association.

One thing, can Luo Dongchuan be thinking about what he is?

Or, does he have any tricks left?

At one o'clock in the morning, Qiao Xiu'er called me and said, "The power in Daoxu's hometown has been uprooted, and I'll see you perform tomorrow."

If this is true, the matter of killing Daoxu will become confusing.

"Xiaojiu, the master asked us to follow you, to solve your problems, how can you do stupid things?" Wang Xin grabbed my arm and said in a deep voice: "Don't argue with anyone, this is the reason.

I'll do it."

I thought about it for most of the day. It was about eight o'clock in the evening. Wang Muyang called me. The content of the call was very simple. He said: "Daoxu's disciples have all been killed."

"Dad, how can you do stupid things?" Wang Jing'er grabbed Wang Xiang and said to me: "Brother Chen Jiu, what do you think of me? I will use the beauty trick on that Xu and then poison the old man with poison to kill him.

thing."

I'm grass!

"Xiaojiu, your future journey is still long, you must not have any trouble at this critical moment." Wang Xin said calmly, "If you guess correctly, their three forces will let you take action from the Metaphysical Association, and it is very likely that you will go

Send to death.”

In just two short sentences, it declared that Daoxu is like a yellow flower in the past. If I had not experienced it personally, I would not even believe that all this was true. Just a day ago, Daoxu still called the wind and rain, and it took only half a day, but still Become a lonely man.

The dreamy news made me feel like I was dreaming. I lay lazily on the sofa, staring at the night sky outside the window with my eyes blankly, and my heart was full of all kinds.

I don’t know how long I lie down, but I fell asleep.

The next day, just dawn, Wang Jing'er woke me up, "Brother Chen Jiu, what are you going to do today? Do you really want to kill Daoxue at the Metaphysical Conference?"
Chapter completed!