The mansion of the Murong family was now in a mess. The coffee table was kicked away, calligraphy and paintings were torn, and even Murong Chen's favorite square inkstone was smashed to pieces.

Murong Batian walked in, frowning slightly, looking at Murong Chen's appearance, he sighed, waved his hand to make the frightened servants retreat, patted Murong Chen on the shoulder, and said: "Chen'er, a woman

That’s all, why is it necessary?”

Seeing that it was Murong Batian, Murong Chen raised his head, his eyes were already bloodshot, and an unwilling voice roared low from his throat: "Father, I am unwilling..."

Murong Batian sighed again. All the plans laid out today were ruined by that old fox Sun Xingwen. Otherwise, with this round, there is a 60 to 70% chance that Sheng Cassie would give in. Although

You may not be able to become Chen'er's girlfriend in just one step, but at least there is hope...

Looking at the dejected Murong Chen, Murong Batian didn't know how to comfort him.

"Father, can you be tough?" Murong Chen gritted his teeth and said, "I've had people try it, and Wang Dong's strength is only four stars. As long as you give me two tiger generals, I can definitely capture Sheng Cassie!

"

Murong Chen was like a drowning young man grasping a life-saving straw, his eyes suddenly glowed: "Yes, that's it, as long as she can get Saint Cassie's body, her heart will be mine sooner or later."

Murong Batian frowned and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that a woman came down from Di Ming's private room to invite Wang Dong?"

Murong Chen nodded: "I'll just knock Wang Dong out, not kill him."

Murong Batian secretly sighed in his heart. He had trained Murong Chen as his heir, but at the moment, it seemed that he still lacked foresight. Hua Xia, as a woman and extremely young and beautiful, was able to book a private room in Diming.

How many people can there be? It must be Long Hanyan from the Dragon Group. It is said that she and Sheng Cassie are also old acquaintances. If Sheng Cassie angers her, what kind of blow will the Murong family suffer?

"My lord, that woman is Long Hanyan, and every move in the capital is under her control. Do you think you are sure to defeat Wang Dong and capture Saint Cassie, but you can avoid the eyes and ears of the Dragon Group?"

Murong Chen was at a loss for words. The Dragon Group was the well-deserved number one in China in terms of technology and force. The capital was indeed completely under control. That was enough for normal times. If there was a duel between two masters, the security satellite would focus on it at the first moment.

And automatically record the video, the dragon group will naturally follow...

Although this is confidential, it is not too difficult for the Murong family to get such news.

Murong Chen thought for a while and said: "Father, I am 80% sure that St. Cassie will leave the capital tomorrow. I will take action then. What do you think?"

Murong Batian pondered for a while, looked at his son's eager eyes, and finally nodded, saying: "Let Lao Liutou go, he is a five-star master we have hidden in the dark, this time we can only succeed, not

Fail, otherwise the Murong family will be worried."

"Don't worry, Father!"

Seeing his son leaving excitedly, Murong Batian's eyes were filled with light. This was his son's wish. Isn't this what he wanted to see?

The Murong family is bound to show off its fangs to everyone in the capital once again. Just wait, after everything is arranged, the Murong family will be the only ones left in the capital!

When the sun rises again and shines warm light on the earth, a new day begins again.

Saint Cassie specially set aside this day to do some personal matters. First he left a sum of money for Uncle Mu, and then asked Liu Yun to pay more attention to Uncle Mu's stall. Saint Cassie finally got his wish.

St. Cassie did not go to see the Red Satin Party because there were too many reluctances and memories there. One thing St. Cassie has to do today is to pay homage to Xiao Hua. This girl was just like Liu Yun before.

The man who was following Saint Cassie had already passed away...

Liu Yun drove Sheng Cassie and Wang Dong on the road out of Beijing. Xiao Hua was not buried in Pinggu Guishan Cemetery, but outside the city. When Sheng Cassie and the others were teenagers, Xiao Hua

Hua joked that if she died one day, she must be buried in Jiulong Mountain, because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has excellent feng shui. In this way, she would not have to be a gangster when she was reincarnated, and maybe she would be a white, rich and beautiful young lady...

…

Thinking of how they were joking and chatting back then, but today they were so far apart, tears couldn't help but fill their eyes.

Jiulong Mountain, it is said that a real dragon once appeared here, and then it ascended and flew away, and this generation was infected with the dragon spirit. Of course, this statement is only spread in unofficial history, but because of the jokes made by a few people before, Xiao Hua was finally buried here.

.

There are no big tombs, no exquisite tombstones, just a towering old tree with a mark...

Standing under the tree, both Shengkasi and Liu Yun had tears streaming down their faces. They closed their eyes and let the tears flow down. In a trance, Xiao Hua's appearance seemed to be still in front of them. He was slightly angry but seemed to be happy, showing his teeth and claws. Everything in the camera was

, this seemingly weak girl brandished a long knife and rushed towards the gangsters who were a head taller than her, without hesitation...

Tears were flowing and sadness was filling the air. Wang Dong retreated silently. There were ancient trees everywhere. In a place like this, he was the absolute king. Once there was danger, he could feel it immediately, so Wang Dong

Dong was not worried and left space for them...

Walking in the forest, feeling the overwhelming greenery and the unique atmosphere exuded by the forest, Wang Dong felt as if his soul had been thoroughly washed and felt extremely comfortable. Although the greening in the capital was well done,

, but the air quality is really not that good. This Jiulong Mountain makes Wang Dong feel the freshness that he has not seen for a long time.

Um!

Opening his eyes, Wang Dong stopped absorbing the green aura all over the sky into his body, because someone was coming, and the speed was not slow, he was an absolute master!

The opponent's target was himself. Wang Dong could feel that this aura was locked on him, like an arrow leaving the string. Once shot, there was no turning back.

Next to Wang Dong was an ancient tree. The trunk was as big as three men hugging each other. It was unusually green. He jumped on the branch, broke off a twig, and flicked it casually. A branch as thick as an arm appeared on Wang Dong's side.

In his hand, Wang Dong smiled and shook it again, and the branch swelled a little, almost as thick as a calf.

This was as casual as Sun Wukong tinkering with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, which made Wang Dong feel a little relieved because (5) was agitated by the arrival of the other party.

A man was carrying a big knife and was galloping through the forest. With just one click, he jumped several meters away. He was not running along the path, but in a straight line when he encountered trees or boulders.

, the broadsword originally on his shoulder was slashed out quickly, and people and obstacles were shot out at the same time.

Duan is extremely domineering.

Soon, the man rushed to a position ten meters away from the big tree where Wang Dong was, and suddenly stopped. This contrast between extreme speed and extreme silence might make those with poor endurance spit out a mouthful of blood, but this man could not stand it at all.

Nothing happened, he looked calmly at the sky covered by the shade of trees: "Come out, is there any use in hiding?"

Wang Dong smiled: "How do you know I am avoiding you? I was just watching the scenery in the tree."

Indeed, Wang Dong didn't need to hide, he was just too lazy to go down. Others were targeting him, so maybe he had to stand under the tree, look at him with a solemn face as he came, and then shouted: "

Who is coming?"

Damn, he's not a director, and he's not a puppet with strings, so why should he dictate his own path?

The man sneered: "If you don't come down, I'll let you come down!"

The man was holding a big knife, walking step by step, as if he was stepping on the beat of a drum, stepping on the rhythm of breathing, making people's breathing become disordered. The blade of the knife was translucent, dragging diagonally on the ground, and the scratches he made were actually straight.

Like a ruler!

The man's speed increased from slow to fast, and the distance of ten meters passed by in a flash. He raised his knife and slashed diagonally!

Like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, the whole world seemed to be split into two pieces. With this stroke, the big tree that the three people hugged was cut into two pieces, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror...
Chapter completed!