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As the river goes eastward, whether it is a generation of heroes, tyrants or traitors, if you want to rise and fall in this world, it will always be accompanied by countless bloody waves. No one's world can be conquered in the wind, flowers, snow and moon, no one's The country is a place where the real ruby ????banya can sit firmly. From the six kingdoms fighting for hegemony and the Qin Dynasty to the conflict between Han and Chu, from the Tang Dynasty conquering all directions to conquer a huge country, the founding of the prosperous China to Nurhachi's entry into the pass, who's world is not worth it? Blood and tears piled up. **-**
"Today's world seems peaceful, but in fact it is turbulent, but there are only two protagonists in this storm. For most other people, they can boil a pot of wine, hang a few green plums, and watch the storm with a smile.
Three years ago, it has become a widely circulated myth that the Southern Prince single-handedly resisted three top masters on the Dragon Ranking, killing one, maiming one, and seriously injuring one. Everyone knows that China is about to change.
Outside Dunhuang.
The earth is majestic and the sky is vast. On this high loess slope, two old people sit opposite each other. In the middle of the game, the other two old people stand on both sides. No one speaks. It seems that their attention is focused on this small On a chessboard.
"Within thirty moves, the outcome is still determined." The old man holding the white piece dropped a chess piece, neatly and cleanly.
The old man with the black piece thought for a long time, then slowly put down the chess piece, and said slowly: "I hold the black piece. I had the advantage in the first fifty moves, but it was a pity that one chess piece messed up. Now the situation is reversed, and the white piece comes from behind. Yes, good."
The old man standing behind Bai Zi had a mysterious smile on his face, thinking.
"I originally thought that there would be no chance to play chess together in this life, but I didn't expect that when we were in the coffin, that boy from the south still refused to let our old bones rest in peace." The old man holding the white piece said slowly.
"Wentian, that restless chess piece is you." The old man with the black chess piece seemed to have lost interest in continuing. He gave up his move, stood up, walked to the edge of the slope, looked at the vast horizon, and said in a long voice : "Wentian, I won't hide it from you. If I had known the current situation, no matter what, I would have killed that kid. If you stopped me, I would kill you too. I can't watch the Dragon Gang decline. Maybe you feel that you are worthy of the world, and you are worthy of yourself, but what I want to tell you is that what you are sorry for is your ancestors! The ancestors who passed down this inheritance!"
The old man holding the white piece seems to have put all his energy on the chessboard that is destined to not continue, with an expressionless face.
The old man standing behind Heizi sighed slightly and said, "So the God of Death asked you to take it from Kunlun Realm?"
"Even if it is destined to be a wrong decision and no matter how many lives it costs, I, the old man, will bear it all when he goes to hell. Nalan, what do you say?" The old man holding the black man turned around and looked at the white man with burning eyes. old man.
"How do you say it?" The old man who was called Nalan smiled casually, also threw his own money, and said: "I have nothing to say."
"You mean you blame me?" Ao Wentian, who had never spoken, spoke up, with a calm smile on his face.
"The elbows are still turned in." The old man did not answer directly, but replied expressionlessly.
"That's my grandson. If I don't turn my elbow towards him, why can't I turn towards you?" Ao Wentian had never suffered from others in his life, with a cold face and a sneer.
"A few uncles have been arguing all their lives, and there is nothing they can't earn." A man slowly walked up from the high slope carrying several bags. The man was handsome and elegant, with an elegant and calm temperament. I know that I am definitely not an ordinary person.
"Yunxiu is becoming more and more like a leader." Nodding, the old man who was previously a black man no longer argued, but nodded with satisfaction and smiled. Between Ye Wudao and Liu Yunxiu, this old man has always been disdainful. Yu Ye Wudao admires Liu Yunxiu.
"These are some side dishes made by Qian Jing herself. She asked me to bring them to a few uncles to apologize for her not being able to come here in person." Liu Yunxiu took away the chessboard, put the bag on the small table, and did the same thing. They were placed on the ground, and after a while, the first side dishes were placed on the small table from those bags like magic. Those dishes were exquisite and exquisite, and they looked really cute.
"Oh, it's Qianjing's craftsmanship, so you have to try it. Hey, it's a pity to say that Qianjing, a girl with such good craftsmanship, only gets to eat it once a year after her birthday. She usually refuses to eat it no matter what. As a cook, if this girl is willing to cook some dishes for me, I would even close my eyes and kick my legs right away." Old Nalan sat down at the table with a smile, picked up the chopsticks and was about to take them down, frowning and said, "No. liquor?"
Liu Yunxiu took a photo; Wu Dao, I don¡¯t care if you are a hero all your life, what I care about is you, it has always been like this.
Watching her mother go upstairs, Prajna bit her lip stubbornly. She still didn¡¯t understand why her mother suddenly became so sad.
"Prajna, don't cry." Liuli's delicate little hands held Prajna's little hand and said.
Nodding, Prajna asked with a tearful tone: "Does mom miss dad? Prajna misses dad too."
Even though Ye Qingge didn't like the fireworks of the world, he still couldn't help but feel sad. He hugged Prajna and said softly: "Prajna, dad will be back soon. Soon, will be back soon."
Throwing a word, it is easy to keep the rivers and mountains and mountains. After just one sentence, after the elite backbone of the princelings led by Xiao Pojun disappeared, Ye Wudao got into the car alone, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He had rarely interfered in the affairs of the princelings since three years ago. The princeling passed by Over the years, a very sophisticated and rigorous internal operating system has been formed. The entire princeling is operating normally like a machine, so under normal circumstances he will not interfere with the operation of this machine, even if he is the leader. The core of this machine, in Ye Wudao's view, is that the development of any dynasty can never be achieved by a certain emperor or Xiao He and Han Xin alone. To grasp the overall development strategy of the dynasty, the next step is to coordinate the various development strategies. The cornerstone plays a role, not by ignoring it, but by directing the art.
"A gang and a power group must not be generalized. How about now you can feel the pressure of being the uncrowned king of one party." In the car, next to Ye Wudao, a seductive voice suddenly sounded.
The owner of the voice is the greedy wolf who temporarily took refuge in Ye Wudao, this woman who charmed the world.
"When the cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys cook it, when the birds are gone, the good bow is hidden. I like this sentence very much." Ye Wudao said with a smile.
"Shrugged, Greedy Wolf stretched out an arm and put it on Ye Wudao's shoulder, and said pitifully: "Why are you willing to cook me? Are you trying to hide me? This is your purpose."
??Laughing silently, Ye Wudao was noncommittal.
Seeing that the man was indifferent, he curled his lips and seemed to feel that he was a failure. Greedy Wolf said: "From the beginning, I spent sixteen hours a day formulating the gang's development blueprint, and now I have completely given up. Shopkeeper, everything seems loose but is tightly held in your hands. It feels wonderful. I¡¯m sorry, but will you forgive me for checking the princelings¡¯ information?¡±
Looking at Tan Lang who was very insincere, the darkness in the corner of Ye Wudao's eyes flashed away, and he said calmly: "Women, please stop interfering in men's matters."
Before the shock came, Tanlang felt the man's hands covering her breasts almost instantly. The shyness on her cheeks flashed away. After all, she was still a woman.
"What, are you going to fuck me here?" Tanlang looked down at the hands covering his chest, smiling happily.
Slowly kneading, Ye Wudao enjoyed the almost fainting feeling on his hands. He retracted his hand just in time before Greed Wolf changed his color, and said as if nothing happened: "The feeling in it is indeed wonderful."
For the first time, Greedy Wolf felt angry about it-
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