MTL - The Big Landlord-Chapter 397 go away

The ticking water drips from the gap in the slate of the head, and a small water stain has accumulated on the ground. One foot is on it and the water is muddy.

This is the dungeon of the purple door. From the last time, Fu Wutian has not come over for more than half a month. The dark guard in the dungeon will entertain him once in a while, but this person is also a tough guy, and it is a waste. A leg and a hand are not willing to say.

The door of the cell was opened and I saw him again. He is no longer like a person.

The dark guard did not lock him. He lay on the stone bed and wounded him with medicine. The purpose was to keep his life, otherwise he would have died and died.

Losing one hand and one leg, he couldn’t stand up, and the blind man could barely speak because of the hoarseness of the past few days.

Even so, he did not speak.

However, he finally knew why the poisonous scorpion would betray the holy, and it was really surprising that Da Ya could come up with such a penalty.

At this time, he still didn't know that his purple door was finished. He didn't know that the pattern of the town was changed last night. His belief that he lived to the present has disappeared. If he is told, he will probably give birth to death. Fu Wutian does not intend to let him know the news.

"I still don't want to say it?"

The low, familiar voice passed to the ears of the East.

Jidong raised his eyelids with difficulty, his vision was blurred, and he could only see a few vague figures. He didn't have to think about who he was. He opened his mouth and didn't speak, and his throat hurt.

Fu Wutian gestured to the dark guard to feed him.

The cool water came into the throat, and the sudden contact made the throat tingle, but it quickly eased. The long drought was raining, and the violent force was strong and could not help but swallow quickly. The throat was also painful. Without his movements, a bowl of water drank, and the dead eyes returned to glory again.

"Don't give up."

As if the sound of the rusty wheel rubbed out from the mouth of the east of the mouth, the gleaming eyes flickered and looked at Fu Wutian.

Fu Wutian is not annoyed, just said a word before leaving.

“The intelligence department at Ziyimen is very good.”

The implication is that you don't say that the king can still get some useful information from the intelligence department.

The calm expression of Jidong was like being pulled, and he could not see calmness. His snoring was isolated by the hard and heavy iron gate. What he didn’t know was that he was behind his most trusted man. .

Seeing Fu Wutian standing at the door of the cell, the expression and heart of the line were calm.

Clever, he was concealed in a few days after he was locked into the cell. The most impossible thing has a chance to become possible. It’s just that people’s inertia is at work, so they didn’t think that the traitor would be theirs at first. leader.

This is a profound lesson!

However, I am afraid that there will be no chance of a comeback in this life.

"This king appreciates you very much, but unfortunately you are a purple country."

Because the direction of the outcome has been doomed.

......

The **** battle last night spread quickly this morning. Many people couldn't believe it. When they woke up, the town alone turned upside down.

Overnight, the main characters of Shashuimen were wiped out, and this powerful force became a thing of the past.

There is also a battle that is the knives and the purple door. In the eyes of most people, the purple door that has been unspeakable in the eyes of the majority has suffered heavy losses. The killers that hit the night, including Chen Lin and Gong Sanyuan, are dead. The body of the corpse was hanged at the door of the house, shocking everyone who passed by, and told them that from today, the tyrant will become the largest and only force in the town.

Almost everyone in the town thought that the demise of the purple door and the sand gate was the handwriting of the knives.

Only the main characters of the tyrants know that this is a group of no more than 30 outsiders.

I thought that the man who came to the door that day, they still feel like what happened yesterday, always can not help but want to make a hypothesis, if the other party did not choose the hegemony, is their end is like a sand gate?

Although they don't want to admit it, they are really lucky. When they think about it occasionally, life is like a gamble. How can you know that the good ending is not your own?

The tyrant now remembers that the **** battle last night, although it seems that they have the upper hand, but the killers brought by Chen Lin and Gong Sanyuan are not vegetarian. They are all trained after rigorous training for assassination and assassination. The killers that came out were not the same as their group of untrained mountains, and they lost a lot of brothers.

At that time, if they were not secretly hiding in the dark, their poison tongue army division Xia Qingping and several important brothers would probably die under the knife of the other side.

This person is not big enough!

Even if they knew that the other party was doing this deliberately, they were very grateful that the uncomfortable feeling of being forced to cooperate with them was also smoothed out.

"Mother's, I haven't been so convinced in this life!"

The knives are a slap in the face, he is a man of heavy feelings and righteousness, owing to the human condition will not be uncomfortable.

Others nodded. They have never seen such a powerful person. This talent has overturned two big forces in the town. They want to know what the man is.

"Qing Ping, what do you think?"

Xia Qingping looked at a pair of twin-eyed eyes and coughed softly: "Some things are still not known, so you will know when you know."

"Cut! This is another sentence."

The neat voice and the white eyes were given to him, and the other set, they all tired of listening.

"That's what you know, you know everything, you fool us, right?"

Xia Qingping said with a smile: "You ask me if I don't think I know, how can I let you down, you are my good brothers, aren't you?"

"Evil~"

"Don't talk to you, I want to go to the purple door, you give me the truth, if I find that you give me trouble again, come back and want you to look good." Xia Qingping warned that there are no restrictions on the site, these The guy must run around again.

......

Xia Qingping thought that the person who negotiated with him was Fu Wutian. The person who appeared in front of him was a young man with good looks and good temperament. This person is An Ziran who restored his original appearance.

He immediately thought of accompanying Fu Wutian in the Yuanjing gambling circle to walk four million two young people, nine out of nine is this person posing, then he is likely to be Fu Wutian male pet, or his wife? Soon he denied the former, because no matter how popular the pet, Fu Wutian could not send him out to talk about such important things, so it is very likely that the latter.

Thinking of this, Xia Qingping immediately put away the contempt heart, and said: "In the next summer, I will ask you how to call it?"

An Ziran glanced at him calmly, and at the end he took the corner of his mouth: "My surname is safe."

In this eye alone, Xia Qingping already knows that the other party is not a good person, and he should have already seen through his mind, negotiating with such people, and it is almost impossible to take advantage of him. Xia Qingping suddenly has this hunch.

When Fu Wutian came back, Xia Qingping was about to leave.

Compared with the self-confidence when he came, he seems to have suffered a lot, and when he left, he was helpless.

Needless to say, it must be related to Wang Hao.

When I came to the lobby of the meeting, An Ziran was holding a cup of tea leisurely, and the light appearance was obviously very good. Fu Wutian smiled and walked in.

“The negotiations are going well?”

An Ziran glanced at him. The face of Baiyu had a little arrogance that was rarely seen in the past: "Isn't Wang Ye think this sentence is superfluous?"

"It's superfluous, this king is wrong, there will never be another time." Fu Wutian sincerely admits.

An Ziran decided that it would be difficult for him to forgive him. "The tyrants have already agreed to the conditions we have proposed. The profit share of the gambling gambling workshop is five or five."

Fu Wutian gave a thumbs up: "It’s not a king."

Xia Qingping’s idea is actually six or four points. Although the purple door is destroyed, the people who promised to help manage the gambling house are them, and they promised to help them establish a stronghold in the town and look at the town. Preventing another force from quietly rising and helping another power to establish a stronghold is a gamble for them, so the June 4th is not an exaggeration.

The plan still can't keep up with the changes. Xia Qingping didn't expect to meet his opponent. The usual poison tongue couldn't be played here completely. He finally painted the sentence with five or five points. He had imagined what it would be like to tell the group after the news. Expression.

His intuition was right. When he told the group the results, he almost laughed on the ground and said that you have a poison tongue.

Xia Qingping is not annoyed or angry.

Then they soon knew what the consequences of sinning the poisonous tongue army. At that time, Fu Wutian had left his town with his people, and there was no threat. The tyrants would be resurrected, but they were not happy for two days. Qing Ping’s tickles.

The reason is that he guessed the identity of Fu Wutian and An Ziran, but always told them that ‘you still don’t know well’. Like this, they hang their hearts up and down.

......

Fu Wutian and An Ziran who left the town did not return to Daya, but left in the opposite direction. Their goal was not only the purple country, but the real prelude was just opened.