As one of the eight tribes of the three mysterious ninja troops in Japan, she looked back at the knocked-off one with a dim look. As a failed ninja, she had no capital to be proud of. She said in a fluent Chinese coldly: "Wangyue Luanyu."

Ye Wudao walked over and pulled out the famous weapon Hongxue Zuowen from the knife, threw it to Wangyue Luanyu from the Wangyue family, and said lightly: "You will be my person in the future. Before the British chess defeated the princelings, you will be my slave. As a slave who is a loser, the most important thing is loyalty. I don't ask you to kill people or perform tasks, but the minimum loyalty must be possessed, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

Wangyue Luanyu really cannot understand the thoughts of this mysterious young man who was the head of the princeling party. It is really a harmless thing to keep himself by his side. Facing him is like facing British chess, and you will never be able to clearly understand their inner plans and plans.

Ye Wudao accompanied Murong Xuehen back to the hotel. The members of the Dragon Group were not injured except for Long Wu and Long Qi who fought against the masters of the Zhenyeyu family. Long Yue quickly calmed down after seeing Ye Wudao. The village of the demon sword was following Ye Wudao uneasy, fearing that the young master would blame the disadvantage of protection.

Murong Xuehen's calmness and calmness were beyond Ye Wudao's imagination. As soon as he returned to the hotel room, he pulled Ye Wudao to talk about the short-term battle just now. In her eyes, she was full of admiration for Ye Wudao. The scenes that only appeared in the movies made her fascinated, and she pestered Ye Wudao to tell her about cold weapons.

"Wudao. Is that Demon Sword Village really sucking souls?" Murong Xuehen changed into a youthful casual outfit and sat beside Ye Wudao and asked nervously.

"It's not that exaggeration. It's just a fabrication. When Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather, Matsuhei Kiyoyasu, was killed by his retainer Abe Yashiro with Chikomura Masashi, while fighting against the Oda army. Then Hirotachi Masashi Masashi was killed by his retainer Iwamatsu Yashiyasu's thigh. Later, Ieyasu's legitimate son Nobuyasu was suspected of colluding with the Takeda family and committed suicide by using Masashi's stomp, so Masashi was denounced by the Tokugawa family as a demon sword. However, this Musashi's stomp is indeed the number one among many Japanese swords. If Yuki Hen is happy in the future, you can cut vegetables and so on."

"I don't want to touch such bloody things." Murong Xuehen pounced on Ye Wudao's arms and said coquettishly.

"It seems that there are also magical weapons in ancient China. Why haven't I heard of it? I know many internationally renowned collectors, and I have never heard of anyone who has seen their true face.

"Those ancient divine weapons generally do not appear in the world. I have seen a few of them, which are definitely better than this demon sword village. Logically speaking, it is definitely impossible to build such sharp weapons with the casting and smelting technology at that time. I must study it carefully if I have the opportunity."

"I heard that the Yamaguchi group has a huge power in the whole world. I am afraid that Wudao will be in danger. They are all crazy people who kill people without blinking. Wudao must be cautious in the future. I know Wudao is very powerful, but it is easy to avoid the dark sword and it is difficult to prevent it. I don't want Wudao to be hurt a little."

"Why don't you worry about yourself, a silly girl. I've always been the only one who bullies others. This time, Yamaguchi Group's scattered head and gray face returned, and the top leaders of Yamaguchi Group will definitely be angry. I think there will be a larger friction soon. At that time, the smoke is everywhere is the best opportunity for me to grow stronger."

"Wudao, what should I do if that girl?" Murong Xuehen asked carefully, secretly glanced at Ye Wudao who was smiling and silent.

"The military strategy is full of all six branches and is unpredictable. As long as she is loyal to the Yamaguchi group, I will have the opportunity to take advantage of the gap." Ye Wudao said mysteriously.

"Wudao, can I go to you to study youth?" Murong Xuehen was like going to Qiantang's prosperous willow bank in a place of romance and romance very early.

"Okay, I'm going to West Lake and Qiandao Lake!" Murong Xuehen said excitedly.

Ye Wudao looked at this excited and peerless face. He smiled with a gratitude. You are so outstanding, but your requirements for love are so low.

The stream clouds first rise and the sun sinks to the pavilion. The storm is about to come and the wind fills the building.

In the quiet lake, there is an elegant ancient building pavilion. There are ten white-haired old men sitting in the living room on the spacious second floor. An invisible murderous intent filled the entire attic. They either lowered their heads and closed their eyes to ponder, or tasted the Longjing tea in the cup, or looked out the window to see the scenery of the water and mountains. No one was willing to break the silence.

Those who can enter this attic are all heroes from the Chinese underworld. In addition to the two dragon masters of the Dragon Gang "Xuanyuan" and "Ziwei" and the three elders, there are also the core of many ancient gangs. It can be said that the people here have mastered the lifeline of the entire potential Chinese forces.

"The Yamaguchi Group's forces are gradually deepening into the mainland. If we still ignore the indifferent care, it will not take ten years for China's underworld to have no place to stand! Ten years ago, we sang ridiculous high-profile that we must first settle the country when fighting foreign countries. The internal struggle continues to give Yamaguchi Group the opportunity to take advantage of it. The lessons of the past are vivid in our minds. Do we still have to be obsessed with it!"

Ao Wentian, one of the four dragon lords of the Dragon Gang, was extremely dissatisfied with the indifference of everyone. The enemy still had leisure and laughter. Could it be that these guys who were in corpses were still confident? Humph, I'm afraid it was the internal thief who was in trouble.

"I think it is better to solve the problem of the princeling party that is gradually growing. The stable pattern of the southern forces has been completely broken since the Axe Gang was merged. I think the rise of the princeling party is not a good thing for everyone here, so I don't need to mention some nepotism."

An old man looked at Ao Wentian deeply and said with a dark smile.

Ao Wentian said disdainfully: "I don't care about such a dragon gang being replaced by a princeling. Instead of letting the Yamaguchi group annex, it's better to let my grandson Ye Wudao become the dragon leader. If you obey, your Chaozhou gang will not be able to find out the depth of the princeling. However, I warn you that my grandson does not have the good temper of me. The Japanese underworld prince's British chess is still playing with applause, let alone you, a small Chaozhou gang. When the Chaozhou gang disappears for some reason, you can explain to your ancestors."

The old man from the Chaozhou Gang said furiously: "I haven't taken a little princeling to heart yet. How big a climate can Ye Wudao, who is still not dry, become!"

There are several younger men standing outside the attic, including Li Tianyang, the hero club, and the mysterious man who competed with Ye Wudao for Han Yun three years ago!

"I heard that Ye Wudao had a battle with the young master of the Yamaguchi group in the British style. The eight tribes of the 'Thousand Tails' returned in vain. Has he made such rapid progress in the past three years?" He asked lightly, the head of Fengyun Enterprise. Li Tianyang beside him represented his father to attend the high-level meeting, and he had a certain friendship with Li Tianyang's father.

"This can be seen from his thundering means conquering the entire D Provincial gang forces. The heroes in that battle will have no power to resist. I am convinced that I lose." Li Tianyang sighed.

"I really look forward to the end of his southern expansion as soon as possible. By then, there will be an inevitable battle between the north and the south!" He said with a hot look, "I'll just go south."

Li Tianyang didn't say anything, and he always had inexplicable awe of the prince who had mysteriously disappeared for three years.

I thought about this meeting with my knees and thought it was a meaningless dispute. This is the current situation of the Chinese underworld, and the heroes are in harmony with each other.

The kidnapping incident reached an amazing tacit understanding between the government and some insiders, because Ye Wudao did not make a clear statement, and the Yamaguchi group did not have a clear next step, and there was no fierce conflict expected by many waiters on the side.

On a car heading to Hangzhou, Ye Wudao hugged Murong Xuehen and watched Murong Xuehen’s performance at the Shanghai Opera House on TV. No one in the car would have thought that the girl wearing sunglasses and a sun hat was the woman who created the music myth on TV.

"Xuehen, you may become a woman like Anland. The sales of "Atlas' Helplessness" she wrote is second only to the Bible in the United States. At that time, your album "The Sound of Heaven" will definitely create a miracle that breaks through the field of classical music." Ye Wudao secretly took off Murong Xuehen's sunglasses and kissed his little cheek.

"I want to be the spiritual godmother of a man. I just want to be the Wudao little wife, cook, wash clothes for Ye Wudao every day, and finally have a child to take care of his husband and children." Murong Xuehen smiled. She was in the altar and just wanted to find a ladder to walk on, then hug her lover in the crowd, and live together until she grows old.

"Wudao, I heard that you formed the Myth Group. If the capital flow is not large, I can take out the nearly 2 billion US dollars. Anyway, it doesn't make any sense to have it in the bank." Murong Xuehen, dressed casually, raised his head and said, "For her, money is just a symbol."

"I will say something in the future." Ye Wudao said lightly. If there were no accidents, he would never move the money.

Murong Xuehen said silently and snuggled in the warm embrace. Anyway, she would help Ye Wudao save the money if it is needed or not.

Ye Wudao enjoyed Murong Xuehen's massage and closed his eyes to ponder. This conflict would have a great impact on the entire princeling's layout in the south. The Dragon Gang, which had turned a blind eye, would not remain silent anymore. Even if the Yamaguchi Group's next attack would not be too arrogant, it would definitely be a small fight. Now the princelings who have just stepped out of a province can only speed up their pace.

Cai Yuwan's hotel and catering industry is about to be close to Zhejiang, especially Hangzhou. It is still impossible to be sure who wins and who loses. Myth Group has absolutely no problem with Chen Yingling's general direction. It only takes a lot of effort to break through another core value bottleneck. As for Murong Xuehen's Taiwan concert is still under review by senior management.

There are too many things and too complicated. Fortunately, Ye Wudao has become accustomed to winning in chaos. He sighed softly and hugged Fu's weak body. When he arrived at Zhejiang University, how to deal with Han Yun, the relationship between Su Xishui and Shangguan Mingyue is still a big problem.
Chapter completed!