Women are sentimental, and Liang Yi is no exception. Two days ago, she would never dream of having a dream that she would talk and laugh with the murderer and feel a sense of mutual appreciation. Although she knew that she and Ye Lingtian would not have a story, she still sighed when she saw him standing opposite her father.

"You are loyal to the family, but you are also clean."

Ye Lingtian's smile was very shallow, but the impact was very strong. His clean smile did not have too many impurities. He waved his fingers gently and sighed: "Miss Liang, go, take advantage of the time left now, hurry back to the prime minister's mansion. The grudge between Liang Xiang should not hold you in the middle."

Liang Yi touched the corner of her mouth: "What does it mean?"

Ye Lingtian's fingers turned in the air: "A war is coming."

Lightning and thunder were roaring, and the rain poured down. In a forest three kilometers away from Qingmen, thousands of men in black were standing neatly, bathing in the rain.

Everyone has huge figures and cold eyes. At this moment, they are all wearing black clothes, holding a sharp black machete, and a similar intention of killing appears on their faces!

More than three thousand people, there was no movement at all!

In front of them was Tang Wen, who looked calm. He held a telescope and looked at the elites who were constantly coming out to support the Qingmen. Then he picked up the phone and listened. After listening, he smiled softly: "Ye Lingtian, you made the Wei family suffer heavy losses and made me cut off your arm. It's time to pay back this revenge!"

"Ye Lingtian, I will not be a human being if I don't kill you tonight!"

Then he put down his glasses, pointed to the entrance of the Qingmen and shouted to the man in black: "Fifteen minutes later, you can flatten the entire Qingmen for me! Remember! I don't want to live, whether it is the Qingmen or the servants, they will kill me. The most important thing is to cut Ye Lingtian into meat sauce!"

"If three thousand three hundred people cannot kill Ye Lingtian, then you will be useless to live!"

Speaking of this, Tang Wen also shouted in a low voice: "Remember, you are the bravest soldiers of Liang State. In the dictionary of your ancestors, you have never rushed forward bravely without retreating. Tonight, half of the hands of Qingmen were drawn closer to Qingmen, and the elite Qingmen was almost gone in Zhaojunsai and the teahouse."

He pointed to the Qingmen not far away: "Ye Lingtian is left with some defeated soldiers and generals, but you are raising your energy. Whether it is the number of people or the momentum, you have already gained an absolute advantage, so you can only win but not lose this battle, otherwise you will lose your face and life."

The man in black lowered his head slightly: "I understand."

Tang Wen nodded with satisfaction, then looked at a group of dozens of independent men and women, and took a step forward and bowed slightly: "Everyone, please give me a fight tonight. I also wish you a victory. I hope you can use Ye Lingtian's head to improve your achievements."

Dozens of men and women nodded but did not respond.

Tang Wen finally walked to someone. This person was tall and imposing. The scar on his forehead made people feel terrible, but his standing movements gave people a sense of coordination, without any force, and there was no flaw in his body. Obviously, he was also a master who should not be underestimated: "Mr. Kuraino, please."

The man smiled faintly: "Don't worry, Ye Lingtian will die!"

In fifteen minutes, more than 3,000 people quietly headed towards Qingmen Mountain Gate.
Chapter completed!