A private island in an archipelago in Southeast Asia.

The island is covered with green trees and steep peaks. Several waterfalls pour down from a height of 100 meters, and you can hear the roars of 100 meters away. A magnificent white castle stands deep in the island. The European style is all made of white marble and has amazing momentum.

In the castle, flowers are clustered with colorful butterflies are flying, which looks like a fairyland on earth.

A slender man in white stood on the balcony outside the balcony at the top of the castle. Just looking at his back can make people feel a momentum above the nine heavens, looking down from above, overlooking the world.

This person's surname is Pu and his name is Yongshan. People in the Jianghu are called the Fallen King. They are the two giants of the Qidao Alliance in their early years. Zuo Tianwang, one of the two major kings on the left and right. They are also the initiator of the fall of the Qidao Alliance.

Four people stood side by side behind him, three men and one woman.

Three men in black all over the top were from thirty to fifty years old. Although they looked different, tall and short, they were all majestic and had a thick and solid breath. The woman was very young, in her twenties, and she was covered with a melon-shaped face under the black of a waterfall. Her skin was white, her eyes were shining, and her graceful figure with a slender breast and a slender waist. She seemed to burn out everything around her. She was filled with an extremely charming beauty.

"Is the news true?" The man in white's voice was not only thick, but also sounded very penetrating and magnetic.

"It's not finalized yet. But the news from the soul group should be sent back soon." The old man was speaking. His eyebrows were very special, not black, but brown, and they looked very imposing. The tips of the eyebrows on both sides were raised high, as if they were about to fly. His eyebrows were arched with deep eye sockets, eyes like falcons, hooked nose, and thin lips. A black robe covered the dry and thin body, revealing the hands outside the sleeves of the robe. The skin color was like his face, and they all exuded a lifeless blue-gray color, with thick fingers and a force of cracking stones between his palms and fingers.

Among the elites who followed the Fallen King to rebel against the strange way, the four major envoys were the four major envoys. However, in the battle that year, the four major envoys lost three of them, and only one of them survived, the old man in front of him, his name was Peng Yifei, nicknamed "Demon Eagle". The other three standing beside him, "Mysterious Wolf" Du Sha, "Evil Dragon" Nie Fankong and "Hongluan" Liu Yaoer were both late-replaced messengers, and inherited the nicknames of the three major envoys who lost that year.

Peng Yifei's words had just been put down. A giggle sounded beside him, not a slut, and the young woman who laughed was not a slut. But this kind of laughter could be soothed to a man's bones, making people feel numb and itchy from the inside out. It was very sweet, very lingering, and touching laughter. There was only one woman who could make such laughter in this world who dared to make such laughter in front of the Falling King, of course, Hongluan Liu Yaoer.

Many people live, in order to live well and live well, they will use various means to make money, accumulate power, and climb higher and higher positions. They kill and harm others, and they have no right or wrong in their eyes. As long as they are worthy of themselves, everyone in the world can be killed.

Liu Yao'er is also like this, but the difference is that she does not live for herself. The meaning of her existence, her value, and everything about her is for the man in front of her. For him, she can die and die again, although the difference between them is a total of 40 years.

The man in white turned around. He was in his forties and was the most attractive age group for successful men. He had thick black sword eyebrows and narrow eyes, and his divine light was hidden inside. He was deep and dark, like a bottomless pool, with straight nose bridge and two delicate and stylish beards on his lips. He was handsome, mature, and very charming man.

"Yao'er, you seem to be doubting the service ability of the Soul-killing Group under Boss Peng? What's the reason? Let's talk about it?" The man in white smiled warmly, patted the soft body leaning over and the white and tender hand holding it against his arms. There was a kind of indulgence between his eyebrows and eyes, not like the fallen king who was turning around between his hands, but like a father who pampered his daughter. Kind and kind.

Liu Haier's eyebrows are all the time, and Liu Yaoer's long and drooping shoulders are wavy, and her eyes are pink and peach cheeks are delicate and charming. She looked at Peng Yifei with no expression on her face, opened her red lips lightly and said, "Boss Peng's soul-killing team is full of talents. Of course, I don't doubt their ability to do things. But I have something to say to remind Mr. Peng. Their mission this time is not in Southeast Asia, nor in Europe and North America, but in China. After the Qidao Alliance left China's 6th, nearly twenty years have passed in a flash.

, And for the past twenty years, the Qimen Jianghu Dao on the periphery of China has always been in the hands of the four beast gods. Although those old and immortal seem to be reclusive and submissive cultivators, they really can't let it go? Otherwise, how could Zhang Xiaohua's cunning old fox suddenly appear in the Jianghu after a long time, and he will go against us everywhere? Furthermore, the Qidao Alliance is divided into two and we know each other well. Boss Peng, the Soul Killing Group in your hands is not without opponents, right?"

"Hmph, just a bunch of scorpions with rotten claws."

"Oh." Liu Yaoer curled her lips, as if she was disdainful, and snorted softly, saying, "But the rotten scorpion in your boss Peng's mouth has disrupted our thirteen major deals. When did the Soul Killing Group chase someone and didn't he eat a lot of dust?"

"You!" Peng Yifei's forehead was bulging and jumping, and he was extremely angry. But he didn't dare to be angry because she was the woman favored by the King of Desolation. The people below privately respected this damn woman as the Ninth Princess. They were also the most favored of the nine women around the King of Desolation.

"Yao'er, let's talk about the key points, don't talk about it's useless."

Liu Yaoer smiled charmingly, leaned against the man in white again, and rubbed his arms in his arms inadvertently. Turning around, his charming and beautiful expression was gone, but instead showed a sense of cleverness. "Then let's say it's useful. The Red Scorpion Squad and the Soul-killing Team are as frightened as the sea. Once they move, will the Red Scorpion Squad not get any information? Will they allow them to complete the mission successfully in China 6? Also, I got the news that the China Secret Service has been very close to the old fox in the south during this period. Then, Boss Peng, think about it, will they share information and form an offensive and defensive alliance, one light and one dark?"

Peng Yifei didn't respond. The thin old man standing next to him, who was hunched back, with shriveled skin, sparse hair, and dull eyes, as if a gust of wind could blow down, coughed twice and said hoarsely: "This time, the Holy See sent someone to ask us for help. One of the conditions proposed by the King was to ask the Holy See to reveal the secret stakes arranged within the China Secret Service to us. Therefore, the Secret Service has no secrets in front of us. Zhang Xiaohua is getting close to the Secret Service, which means that she is not far from being summoned by hell."

Liu Yaoer's expression changed slightly, and a trace of shock flashed across her phoenix eyes, but she quickly returned to normal. She was as smart as her, and knew what to ask and what not to ask. What she should know would tell her that the men around her would not know. Once she talked too much and got annoyed by the people around her, her years of hard work might be in vain.

He raised his hand and pursed the few strands that had been hanging beside his cheeks behind his ears. He said, "Since that's the case, I won't ask or say anything anymore. Women who talk frequently will not be likable."

"The King of Heaven, I have something to say."

The evil dragon Nie Fankong, who is in his thirties, is the only disciple of the Fallen Heavenly King. He has a very handsome and mature appearance and looks like his master. He is also handsome and mature. He is a man of the opposite sex. When there are many people in it, he never calls him a master, but a king. He does not call himself a disciple, but a subordinate. It means that this person knows advancement and retreat, understands the rules, and masters the measure.

"explain."

"I would like to ask the King of Heaven, the cooperation conditions proposed by the Holy See are extremely strong. Now, under the leadership of the King of Heaven, the influence of the Qidao Alliance in the world is increasing day by day. The deterrence is gradually expanding. 6. Although the group of rebellions in the south are not afraid of, for us, it is like a thorn stuck in the throat, and it is unhappy to us. After cooperating with the Holy See, our strength will double and we are fully capable of annihilation of the rebellions in the south in one fell swoop. But why didn't you directly agree to Bishop Morol?"

"Fankong, I ask you, is the Holy See more powerful now, or is the Qidao Alliance strong?"

"This... should be the Holy See. Since the Roman era/start, the Holy See has had an influence covering the world. From ancient times to the present, many world-class wars have been behind it. Although my Qidao Alliance is strong, it still has many shortcomings compared to the Holy See, a giant."

"It's not that it's not that it's that the storm is shaking the big tree. The Holy See came to us for cooperation this time, just to leverage the power. Although the Holy See's sphere of influence covers the world, they dare not enter the East. For them, it is a barbaric land that God's glory will never shine on, and it's the habitat of the Eastern devils. But we are different. Most of us are Asian faces and yellow people. There are many ways to sneak into the country. If we assist, no matter what the Holy See's abacus is, it will achieve twice the result with half the effort. It's not that I don't agree to them,

But I want to know where the real purpose of this great operation of the Holy See is. Humph, Bishop Morrow said that a secret treasure of the Holy See, the Holy See's scepter, appeared in a Song Dynasty/ancient tomb. Do you treat me as a three-year-old child? Who doesn't know that the Holy See's scepter, one of the five holy tools of the Holy See, has always been in the hands of Pope Paul IV. He smashed a tribal chief in the United States with a staff, shaking the entire Qimen world. If it is fake, can he smash the silver werewolf head with half of his foot and step into the realm of the Grandmaster with one staff?"

"Will the Holy Seem to Know that King, you are deliberately delaying time?"

"Of course, they can definitely see that, but they have no choice. We are their only choice!"
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