After Chen Yuanyuan finished speaking, he drank the cup of Maotai in one gulp.
Then, she turned around and left the mental sanatorium.
If you walk decisively and resolutely, you will obviously be defeated by the death to go to Hengcheng.
As her figure gradually faded away, Tang Sanguo reached out to grab the bottle of Maotai and poured himself a glass of wine to drink.
Then he sat back to the bench behind the door and sighed at the locust tree in the yard.
This sigh contained endless helplessness.
"This time Chen Yuanyuan goes, life and death are unpredictable."
At this moment, a huge figure gradually appeared, blocking the sun and yard.
A middle-aged man appeared at the door and looked at the melancholy Tang Sanguo behind the curtain.
He whispered: "She sacrificed so much for you, don't you come out to see her for the last time?"
Tang Sanguo poured another glass of wine and said, "I don't even dare to get close to you, so why should I harm her?"
"You and I are just friends with wine and meat, but you are former lovers."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly: "She wants to see you more than the risk of contagion you bring."
Tang Sanguo's tone remained calm, but the words were a little lonely:
"It is precisely because we have loved each other that I can't see her even more."
"For her physical safety and for her heart."
"No, in her heart, I am still the elegant and talented Tang Sect genius."
"She will also think of my shadow and show mercy to Ruoxue's men."
"See, seeing my ugly and thin appearance now will shatter her last fantasy about me."
"This will also make her merciless in starting a fight against Ruoxue."
"This is my last support for Ruoxue."
Tang Sanguo smiled bitterly: "I owe her too much."
He doesn't want his daughter to bear so much, but he can't help but be in the world.
The middle-aged man looked at the dishes placed at the door and the remaining aroma of Maotai:
"Although Chen Yuanyuan is full of hatred for you, she still cares deep down."
"Otherwise, she wouldn't have deliberately dug out Maotai for thirty years and said goodbye to you."
"And I believe you don't want her to fight your daughter to death in your bones."
"So you just walked out and begged her, and she will most likely be soft-hearted and save your daughter's life."
He sighed faintly: "What's more, you really owe her thirty years."
Tang Sanguo grabbed a glass and took a sip: "I understand her personality, and no one can persuade her to decide what she decided."
"She can't turn to the circle of Tang Beixuan, who is Tang Pingfan's son, so she will definitely kill Ruoxue to take revenge by any means."
"After all, I lost her completely to Tang Pingfan."
Tang Sanguo's tone was entangled, and his hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly.
He could understand himself, but now he was not even in a heart, and he felt very uncomfortable.
"It's not her fault."
The middle-aged man spoke with his hands on his back: "She sacrificed herself to save your life."
"And you have not been in motion for thirty years, making her go from expectation to disappointment, pain, and numbness."
"I finally waited until Tang Pingfan died suddenly, and she had hope to support her son to take office, and your daughter was wiped out again."
"After all, she is a woman and a mother. She has her own limits. You can't be too demanding."
"Of course, you can't blame you."
"In the past thirty years, your neck has been wrapped with a rope. If you have any clues, you probably will have died long ago."
"No, to be precise, if Tang Pingfan was not dead yet, you would probably not be able to move in your entire life."
"I haven't figured out the foundation of the Tang Sect and the bargaining chips in Murong Qin's hands yet."
"And Tang Beixuan's death is also the most important part of the collapse of the Tang Sect."
"If Tang Beixuan is not dead, Chen Yuanyuan will not break the can and smash the Tang Sect, and will even do his best to protect the Tang Sect for his son."
"In that case, it will not be the result you, Tang Sanguo, want."
"Only by killing Tang Beixuan, cutting off Chen Yuanyuan's hope and making her crazy, can the Tang Sect be pushed to the brink of danger."
"Your move will definitely cut off the fire from the destruction of the Tang Sect."
"It's a pity that the price is a little higher, which makes the beloved woman crazy and puts her daughter in danger."
The middle-aged man looked at Tang Sanguo behind the curtain and spoke: "Is this worth taking this step?"
Tang Sanguo poured a glass of wine and took a sip: "Do you look down on me too highly?"
"I am a person who is infected with a bad disease and will die at any time. How can I set up a plan to let my daughter kill Tang Beixuan?"
"And I don't eat anything. No matter how bad I am, I will not let my daughter take risks."
"I won't let Ruoxue and Chen Yuanyuan go to the point where they are defeated."
"Tang Beixuan was killed by Ruoxue just an accident."
He smiled bitterly: "It's really just an accident."
The middle-aged man smiled vigorously, but his eyes became sharp like an eagle:
"You are old friends, you don't need to fight me, or I'll open the back door for you in vain."
"You know, the entire mental sanatorium can meet family members and friends, and can have a call once a week, only you."
"Also, Tang Ruoxue started a massacre in Hengcheng, not only killing Chen Chenxi, but also killing Ouyang Yuan."
"She is one of the agents of Jinyi Pavilion in Hengcheng."
"Your daughter killed her, which means that she has harmed the interests of Jinyi Pavilion. Changsun Siyu can completely kill her."
"But for the sake of your old friend, I will go against the opposition and let her go and let her go, but I will not pursue her."
He added: "Will you be unkind to me if I treat you like this?
Tang Sanguo shook the chair slightly and replied without comment:
"Director Murong, you said everything, you allowed me to meet and talk to the phone."
"Then you should know the people I meet and the content of the call better than me."
"Besides, I'm even living a life problem now, so how can I have the energy to do my best to make plans?"
"How can I watch my beloved woman and my daughter slay each other when I have the means?"
"Director Murong, you don't have to test me anymore. The former genius Tang Sanguo has long been dead."
The Tang Sanguo was unprecedentedly humble: "Now I am a waste who is just eating and waiting to die."
Murong Lengchan sighed:
"Although the guests you meet and the content of the call have been recorded."
"But intuition tells me that you have not only my old friend in Jinyi Pavilion, but also other unknown old friends."
"You must have other means to remotely control command or send out instructions."
"Of course, I said this not to want to dig out your pawns, but to say that I am worthy of your trust."
"You should know that I also hope that Tang Sect and Murong Qin will be unlucky."
"So if you remotely command people outside to do something, I will not dissuade or close your small dark room."
"It's just that I hope you can be honest with me."
"Only when we trust enough can we become bigger and stronger together and make the Tang Sect fall apart."
Murong Lengchan spoke with all his heart: "If you show your sincerity, I will give you more convenience."
Tang Sanguo exhaled a long breath, his tone was very helpless:
"Director Murong, you really look up to me."
"I am really no longer the Tang Sanguo I used to be. I am not only without ambitions, but also without ability."
"Look, my condition has worsened these days, and my palms and ears are almost ruined."
"I can't even protect my own life, so how can I plan thousands of miles away?"
After saying that, Tang Sanguo stretched out his hand and lifted the curtain.
He showed his appearance and trembled out his right hand.
Murong Lengchan narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his vision, Tang Sanguo lost weight a lot again and his eyes were deep in.
There are spots on the face, neck, and arms.
His ears were ulcerated.
A hole was also ulcerated in the palm of the palm and the back of the right hand.
At first glance, it seems like it is penetrated by chopsticks.
The rotten wounds and white pustules are clearly visible.
The Tang Sanguo seemed to be silly at any time.
However, Murong Lengchan still didn't say anything, just looked at Tang Sanguo peacefully, as if he was spying on something.
Tang Sanguo did not dodge and allowed Murong Lengchan to examine it.
After a long time, Murong Lengchan withdrew his gaze and smiled:
"It seems that I really look up to you."
"Okay, I won't say anything. You have a bad health. Drink less and I'll leave first."
He waved to Tang Sanguo, then turned around and left.
Looking at his disappearing back, Tang Sanguo let out a long breath, then withdrew his right hand and lowered the door curtain.
"I can cure your injury!"
At this moment, Murong Lengchan returned like a whirlwind and rushed to the front of Tang Sanguo with a whoosh.
Then he grabbed Tang Sanguo's right hand and flashed out a dagger and slashed it.
With a pounce, the dagger cut off the pustules and festering flesh from the palm of Tang Sanguo.
Blood came out instantly.
"ah--"
Tang Sanguo groaned, his face in pain.
Murong Lengchan frowned slightly as he looked at the wounds in the palm of Tang Sanguo who cut off the rotten meat but was still visible.
This wound is really really bad, not disguised.
Tang Sanguo squeezed out a sentence: "Guan Yun scraped his bones and cured his wounds, would you please peel the flesh to cure the disease?"
"I owe you a favor."
Murong Lengchan threw down a bottle of red-eye white medicine and turned around and left:
"Hengcheng returns your daughter..."
Tang Sanguo covered his right hand without saying anything, but looked at Murong Lengchan's wrist with deep eyes.
There was a drop of blood sputtered from his palm.