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"Nephew Murong, you have to remember my words."

Murong Wenlong stood up with a respectful look on his face, poured a bowl of strong wine again and shouted: "What elders have taught me is that Murong Wenlong's villain is wrong. He shouldn't be cautious about all the elders. I punished myself for apologizing for a bowl of wine. In short, thank you for helping you all today."

Murong Wenlong drank the second bowl of strong wine, and the old man Jinya smiled and nodded and said, "It's good to have progress! Don't worry, although Ye Lingtian's backing against Tang Zhengxiong's big tree made it impossible for us to take his life directly on the grassland, we can continue to put pressure on the upper part to cut off his future."

This old man, who was once the top leader of the Meng District and had a key position on the Red Wall, had a hint of confidence and strength on his thin face: "No matter how powerful and domineering Tang Zhengxiong is, it is not easy to put his hand into the grassland. Even if Tang Zhengxiong comes to Meng District personally to support him, I guarantee that he will return in a defeat."

The rest of them nodded together, and each one felt good about themselves.

Murong Wenlong sighed: "It's a pity that Ye Lingtian will go back tomorrow."

It was a pity that he could not stay or kill Ye Lingtian. The pressure from Tiandu was quite strong, especially the operation of the Chu family made them feel scruples. Fu Wenhao seemed to be trying his best to protect Ye Lingtian's safety.

Both sides are almost touching the bottom line of death, so they can only take a step back temporarily.

At this time, a Murong elite quickly walked in from outside the door, saluted everyone slightly, and poured Ye Lingtian's oath in the funeral home into everyone's ears. After he left, the old man Jinyao snorted coldly: "This Ye Lingtian is really a big breath."

"If the Chu family had not mediated with all their might, how could I let him go easily?"

At this moment, the bald old man picked up the wine in front of him and took a sip, then stretched his arms and spoke: "We promised to let Ye Lingtian return to Beijing alive, but we didn't say we could teach him a lesson. There are more than ten hours from tonight to tomorrow. It's okay to use our first warrior in the grassland to teach him a lesson."

Murong Wenlong's eyes raised: "Bater, the first warrior?"

More than a dozen people laughed and were arrogant.

After the old man Jinya and his friends were full of wine and food, Old Man Murong was walking into another tent. He was going to stay here for two or three more days and continue to invite those men to come here for dinner and drink, and stimulate their hatred for Ye Lingtian on the spot, so as to make his camp stronger.

He believed that the old man of Gold Tooth would understand him.

"Young master, things are different."

After wielding the servants and guards outside, Murong Wenlong picked up the phone and felt a hint of respect, lowered his voice to report to the other end of the phone: "This time, we could achieve success step by step, but Fu Wenhao, who was involved, disrupted a lot of the situation, so that we could not keep Ye Lingtian."

"I already know these things, don't hurry, just play slowly."

The other end of the phone casually said: "Ye Lingtian can get through to this day, but it's not Ye Lingtian that is so easy to fall down. Didn't you stir up those veterans to target Ye Lingtian? Then continue to incite hatred, I don't believe Ye Lingtian can withstand it."
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