Ye Lingtian didn't say anything. He washed up and lowered his head to drink water. Liang Xiwen looked at the calm man in front of him.

She sighed and lowered her head slightly, and stood up and left. She was still holding Rolex and newspapers in her hand. It was obviously to use this as a proof to inform the Qingmen family of the murderer of the incident.

Although Liang Xiwen left the bedroom with evidence and expressed his regret to Ye Lingtian, Ye Lingtian could feel that Liang Xiwen was sad and a trace of sadness for some unknown reason. But he didn't say anything. The world has always been cruel. Liang Xiwen must learn to believe in order to feel that life is brilliant.

When Ye Lingtian finished drinking the third cup of tea, Jiao Na appeared in front of Ye Lingtian. The woman with a delicate face respectfully brought the tea to Ye Lingtian.

Ye Lingtian looked calm and did not respond at all. He just pinched and drank it when she finished pouring it, poured it and drank it. Nearly seven cups of tea fell into her stomach. Ye Lingtian stretched out his fingers and picked up Jiao Na's chin.

The smile is as calm as a flower: "Member, you have a place."

Ye Lingtian's eyes were calm: "But remember, your life is mine."

"clear."

Jiao Na has long hair, revealing her elegant and beautiful face. She is as calm as if she is drunk with a flower wine, as if she has decided to forget the drizzle dusk, the blooming chrysanthemums, and the flying catkins all over the city.

In my hometown, there is also the sound of horse hooves passing by slowly walking through autumn.

Goodbye, the golden chrysanthemums all over the ground,

"Liang Xiang, the presidents of the six Qingmen National Congress all died last night."

At 7:30 in the morning, Ruan Xin hurried into Liang Xiang’s mansion, who was standing in the artificial stream with his hands on his back.

He took a step forward and reported in a low voice: "Everyone died miserably, almost all of them were chopped off by the enemy, and there were words such as Ye Lingtian next to the body."

He bit his lips and said, "There are two chess pieces we buried in our early years. The last message they sent us was about Qingmen disbanding the vote, and now they have been killed silently. We can be considered a heavy loss.

The prime minister's house remains in the Qingmen branch almost completely."

"Ye Lingtian dried it."

Liang Xiang reached out to pinch a fallen leaf, and his voice became unprecedentedly cold: "Virtual, real, loose and tight, Ye Lingtian's method is really not simple, and I can conclude that this blood debt will be held on my head by him.

, Qingmen has thus achieved unprecedented unity."

Liang Xiang kneaded the leaves into pieces, his eyes were cold: "First, Master Wutian died, and now six presidents fell down. The Prime Minister's Mansion is notorious in the hearts of the Qingmen's children. We want to divide the Qing again.

The door is impossible, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter,"

"Liang Xiangyingming."

Ruan Xin took a deep breath. He didn't understand the meaning of the master's words, but he did not think deeply about it. Instead, he threw out an important matter: "I don't know when the Rolex watch my wife gave me was lost.
Chapter completed!