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Chapter seven hundred and fourteenth dead night

"I have something to tell you," Wang Xuanzhen said while eating.

"What's going on?"

Wang Xuanzhen looked out the window and said a little sadly: "We may have to break up... No, separate, separate for a while."

Xiang Que curled his lips and said with a headache: "Speak properly and talk seriously. I have been restless these days. If you make me anxious, I will easily hurt you."

"That day at Tsinghua University, my grandfather asked me to come and stay with him for a while," Wang Xuanzhen said.

Xiang Que narrowed his eyes, sighed and said: "Go ahead, breakups always happen on rainy days. I said the atmosphere today is so depressing. It turns out you are going far away."

Wang Xuanzhen bared his teeth and smiled: "You tease me too directly."

"I can tell what your old man means. Is he deliberately cultivating you?"

In the Wang Dynasty Tian family, this generation is a bit inactive. The older generation is okay and can stand alone, but the younger generation is not very interested in Feng Shui. Those who are interested are not talented enough. In the Wang family, they are not very good.

Only Wang Xuanzhen and Wang Daoling were outstanding people, but they both left far away from the Wang family, so Wang Chaotian wanted to find a successor to the Wang family, so he had to find Fatty Wang back.

After Wang Xuanzhen was full, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and slumped down on the chair, and said slowly: "Digging holes and digging graves is always a heretic, Feng Shui is the orthodox one, and I can't be a gold-touching captain for the rest of my life, because now this

Yi Xingdang is basically at the point where there is no grave to dig up. You said that I can't just wait for death, so I thought about it and went to the old man to learn some real skills."

"Haha, you are quite motivated, Pangpang, you have finally grown up," he said to his head.

"If you don't make progress, you will fall behind. Cao Shanjun is in seclusion on Gongba Mountain, and Wang Kunlun is chasing Liu Kun again. I have gone to study this art, and you are the only one left. Aren't you lonely?"

Xiang Que pursed his lips toward the upstairs and said, "Isn't this a Bodhisattva sitting idle?"

Wang Xuanzhen paused and said with a little worry: "This woman is too beautiful, is it suitable for you to keep her with you? That means Chen Xia has a big heart, try it with Yang Feier, she will have to keep an eye on me even if I raise a bitch

inside"

"If a person is upright, his heart will be upright, and I'm not the kind of person who breaks his shoes," Xiang Que said seriously.

"Haha, Suho..."

Xiang Que suddenly became speechless, frowning and said, "I owe her too much."

"Forget about the disappointing things, is there any news from Kunlun?"

"You called me last night and have already begun to cast the net."

It's night time in Las Vegas, United States.

Wang Kunlun, Xiao Liang, Zhang Xiaolong and Gao Gao Yong have been sneaking over here for three days since they received the news that Liu Kun was in Las Vegas.

On the first day, they settled in a private house prepared by Boss Situ, and then on the second day, four people in a group of two began to guard Liu Kun at Caesars Palace Casino.

That night, they saw Liu Kun's people and made a lot of judgments after following them.

"It's not easy to start. This forced child knows that his life is too precious now. All the bodyguards and security measures are on par with Obama's. It's a tough nut to crack if you stick to the watertight ones." Xiao Liang smoked a cigarette.

, the language is a bit melancholy.

Wang Kunlun put his legs on the table, pursed his lips and said sonorously: "If he is a hard bone to chew, then I am a fucking Tibetan Mastiff. If you want to gnaw the bones, I have to chew them. Marrow oil

Suck them all out."

Wang Kunlun's hatred for Liu Kun is such that he can eat his flesh but take his bones. Over the years, Wang Kunlun has had so many good brothers around him. Decheng has always treated him as his own brother, even though they knew that he was taking this path.

Someone must want to fold it, but when the day comes, he still can't accept it.

Liu Kun, you must die!

"Brother, I think if you can't do it, just go for it. It's easier to get arms in the United States. It's like buying cabbage. Except that you can't buy nuclear bombs, it's not difficult to buy aircraft and artillery. The four of us have two for each.

Just shoot the AK at them. I think if these bullets are fired, the people will be turned into a hornet's nest." Xiao Liang said decisively: "Rough and efficient, I think it is very safe."

"You're such a fool!" Wang Kunlun was so angry that he slapped him on the head and cursed: "Squint your eyes for me. With your identity as Wu Song, why are you acting like Zhuge Liang?

You don’t need to make the battle plan. Leave it to Xiaolong and Dayong. I’ll give you two three days to lay out the plan on the table.”

Gao Yong and Zhang Xiaolong nodded at the same time and said: "Sure, we will definitely work on a plan to blackmail Obama."

On the night of the same day, a village near Shenyang in the northeast.

Entering autumn, the weather in the Northeast has begun to turn cooler, with temperatures reaching sub-zero temperatures at night. Life in the countryside in the Northeast is not as colorful as in the city. After dark, almost every house is closed around nine o'clock, so you can just watch TV and chat.

Get ready to be put to sleep.

The village was silent, except for the occasional barking of dogs.

On the deserted village road, a lonely figure walked slowly from far to near. His steps were very slow and light, and he looked a bit like he was floating rather than walking.

The figure had his head lowered. He was wearing a one-piece hoodie with his head buttoned up tightly. He was wearing old-fashioned Beijing cloth shoes. He couldn't see his face clearly and couldn't hear the footsteps.

After the figure walked into the village, there was a flurry of noise on the roadside. Two native dogs appeared out of nowhere and started barking at the figure from a good distance.

The barking of the dogs was very shrill and frightening, as if they had seen something that frightened them.

"Woof woof woof, woof woof woof" the two native dogs barked and retreated.

The figure suddenly raised his head slightly, and a very bleak face was revealed under the moonlight. His face was stiff and straight, without any expression that a human should have. His eyes looked at the two native dogs. In an instant, the dogs'

His tail was caught between his legs, he whimpered a few times and then turned around and ran away.

After a while, the figure walked outside the courtyard of a private house and stopped. There was only one room with lights on and the other rooms were dark. Suddenly, the figure stretched out his right hand. His arm was slender and thin, and there seemed to be no

The bits of meat were all bones, and the blood vessels that were spit out seemed to burst out, which looked very oozing.

At this time, a dark mist spread from his palm. The mist left his palm and entered the farmyard, slowly drifting towards the lighted room in the house.

However, just when the dark mist was about to touch the house, it seemed as if it was bounced back by something and did not spread in.

"Huh?" A hoarse voice emerged from his throat.

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