Chapter 3335 Hero Building

Chapter 3335 Hero Building

"Uncle is such a great person!"

After walking out of the He family casino, Fatty Qiao blocked the umbrella blocked by the bodyguard of the Western Division, looked at the flying rainy sky and sighed sincerely. Putting aside some of the evil methods that his uncle did not agree with, the He family has achieved the ultimate goal in this game. He used a sea of ​​hundreds of rivers to eliminate He Zihua, the local snake, and let Xiaoxiao control 60% of the He family's shares.

Ximen Qing didn't know what method his uncle used to convince He Zihua and assigned 60% of the He family's industries that made countless people jealous of them to Xiaoxiao. He only knew that Xiaoxiao would soon become the leader of the He family, and the Xumen would stabilize like Hong Kong. There would no longer be any adverse factors to jump out, nor would he give hostile elements an opportunity to take advantage of.

At this point, Hong Kong and the Suimen have completely become the territory of Hengmen. They will only make the same sound as the capital, and there will be no negative response or resistance of the past. The two tentacles are destined to bring considerable changes to China. Later, he sent the results of today's negotiations to Zhao Heng and Song Qingguan to inform Mrs. He about the conditions for the struggle for face.

"Who can I get Song Qingguan to marry the Ming couple?"

Ximen Qing curled a warm smile on his lips, wiped off the rain from his face and muttered to himself: "The third brother is going to achieve the right result!" He controlled Xiang. Hong Kong's important land, married gambling. Wang Qianjin also became relatives with Xiaoxiao. In the future, the family will develop each other. In this ending, whether it is Heng Ge or the third brother, they will definitely be happy. This time, it is a fulfillment of their mission!

Then he sighed secretly that time flies so fast. The four brothers in the past lived a carefree life in Huahai, but now they are separated by one and become local princes. He missed the days when he was young and frivolous in the past, but he knew that today's achievements were not easy. In addition to experiencing countless life and death, there is also the position that has the imprint and expectations of his grandfather.

Thinking of his grandfather who had already passed away, Ximen Qing's eyes dimmed two points, and his huge back suddenly became a little lonely and a little lonely. He dissipated his strength and wisdom in front of Mrs. He. At this moment, it was more of the helplessness of a child and a touch of unconcealed apology. He should have cut off Hua Yingxiong's head and sacrificed his dead grandfather and family.

But the last heroic spirit of Hua Yingxiong gave him a hint of respect. Ximen Qing looked at the confused sky as if he saw Xi Buluo’s kind smile: “Grandpa, I’m sorry, I will eventually destroy my promise and cannot put Hua Yingxiong’s head in front of your grave. If he is alive, I will kill him even if I lose the world, but he and Mingde die together!”

There was a trace of struggle on Ximen Qing's face: "He stopped the Japanese good men from fighting to death. He died bravely and heroically. I couldn't cut off his head. Grandpa, I'm sorry, I broke my promise, and I also asked you to forgive Ximen Qing's unfilial piety. I will definitely go to your grave to apologize. But I think you will never want this last sacrifice if you are alive!"

"You have always been a person who respects Hua Guoerlang!"

After he sighed these few words, he got into the bulletproof car that was driving over and sat in a comfortable seat to let the car go. After the convoy slowly left the He family casino, he took out a cell phone and called a phone and spoke softly: "Thank you for your hard work, the matter has been properly resolved. Please let Xiaoxiao go to the Hong Kong Youth Officer, you will go back to the place you should go!"

"If possible, remember to sing a stick of incense for me!"

I was silent for a long time, and then two words came: "Goodbye!"

Ximen Qing whispered to the hung-up phone: "Goodbye!" As Ximen Qing's convoy slowly drove towards the airport, more than 30 black cars were quietly followed on both sides, and escorting Ximen Qing forward silently but calmly. The grandeur and momentum brought invisible pressure to people, and also made Mrs. He, who was standing on the 61st floor and watching the surveillance, touched the corners of her mouth.

He Keren, who had a pretty face, enjoyed the sweetness of himself and Song Qingguan, also saw a huge convoy following Ximen Qing forward. His mouth was slightly raised, and he showed a hint of surprise: "I thought Ximen Qing had brought a few people, but I didn't expect that dozens of cars, with at least two hundred people, how could he bring so many people when traveling? I was worried that the He family would be unfavorable to him?"

"He is preparing for both ways!"

Mrs. He spoke coldly: "Once I didn't convince me to let go of Xiaoxiao, he will wipe out the He family mercilessly!" When He Keren's body shook slightly, Mrs. He rubbed her head and sighed: "I really don't want to let Xiaoxiao go. If I could kill the latter, I would rather not have any property, life, or even your happiness. It's a pity that Xiaoxiao was rescued!"

While He Keren looked at his mother with a shocked look, Mrs. He was feeling melancholy: "The He family is in a very passive position, and Ximen Qing holds the shameful handle of your father in his hand. I can only go the second way when I think about the top three!" At this point, she looked at her daughter who was beginning to become sensible: "Keren, do you know why I want to marry you to Song Qingguan?"

Mrs. He threw out her voice directly: "Although you are in love here, I hope to find you happiness and the reason why the He family needs to use Hengmen to protect you, but the biggest reason is that she hopes to protect you, the seed of the He family, and in the future, relying on the power of Song Qingguan, and taking back all the lost with the dual identities of Mrs. Song and Miss He!"

He Keren whispered: "Mom——"

Although Mrs. He is arrogant and arrogant recently, her mind is still clearer than anyone else, and her pattern is still more clear than anyone else. Especially after dispersing the blinding of avenging her husband, she makes people feel even more calm: "This Chinese country is Zhao Heng's world after all. I once thought that I could compete for justice without caring about it!"

She began to realize her fate: "Now she realized that she was vulnerable. Zhao Heng directly sent someone to rescue Xiaoxiao, and even bit us to hide and kill him, making us mute and swallowed Coptis chinensis, and then threw out evidence of being hooked up with canary in the sea, and killed Xiaoxiao. I can't stand these thunderous methods!"

"I can't play with them!"

He Keren whispered: "Mom, the two sides have reached an agreement, so don't regret or suffer anymore. Besides, Ximen Qing is right. Hai Baichuan is the real culprit. Xiaoxiao is more of a victim. Let's live a good life here in the future. Don't worry, even if I marry Song Qingguan and settle in Hong Kong, I will come back to see you often!"

She stepped forward and held her mother's hand, with a sincere expression: "The two places are separated by one sea, and they can arrive in two hours. I can come back to accompany you at any time. I will help Song Qingguan manage the incense. Hong Kong affairs, you are in the fury family affairs. In the future, the two families will support each other, and their lives will only get better and better. I think my father will also be pleased with this situation!"

Mrs. He's pretty face was not too happy, but instead a trace of sadness emerged: "Stay at the Xumen to take care of the He family's affairs? Do you think I can still stay? Ximen Qing reminded me today that Xiaoxiao has 60% of the He family shares, and Hengmen gave me three clan casinos. Do you not understand the meaning? Xiaoxiao is the real head of the He family!"

"I should get out of the West to manage the three casinos of clan associations!"

When He Keren's breathing slightly stopped, Mrs. He added: "If I don't want to sink into the sea in the future, or die in an accident, I can only go to Europe to manage the casino of the clan association. The Suimen cannot tolerate me, and Zhao Heng will not let me stay here. This is a great obstacle to the expansion of Hengmen and Xiaoxiao's advancement!"

Mrs. He was in a situation where the situation was hopeless. Whether it was Li Yongcai's death or Ximen Qing's aggressive coming, she had already conveyed the message that the Sui Sect changed hands. In addition, Xiaoxiao was legally holding the He family shares in her hand, so she could not compete with Xiaoxiao at all. Instead of being killed by Zhao Heng quietly in the Sui Sect, it would be better to go to the West to survive.

But Mrs. He was a little unwilling to give up the He family's huge property. She felt sorry for her husband and herself, so she finally shook He Keren's hand: "Keren, I will leave after attending your wedding. You should take care of yourself in the future! I hope you couple will live a happy life, and I hope you can regain everything we have lost in the future!"

He Keren's eyes were slightly red: "Mom-"

Mrs. He didn't say anything anymore, just patted her daughter's back of her hand and slowly closed her eyes. She was tired!

Two days later, the border area is the main area, the Xinjiang city, compared to the weather in Hong Kong., the Xinjiang city, which had hail all night, seemed even cold and wet. Although the wild flowers and weeds in the corners of the street were angrily blooming, they finally slowly withered like mud and powder, and lost their due glory like the blue-gray corners.

The population of Xinjiang City, which was once suffered from war and was led by King Yue, once dropped to 4.5 million. Even after Huayue declared peace, Xinjiang City's popularity remained low, at least half weaker than the prosperity in the past. Therefore, all walks of life are much deserted. The hero restaurant, which was once crowded, has become even more desolate and dilapidated as time goes by.

The Hero Restaurant once attracted countless guests because of the former president of Hua Yingxiong. The people in Xinjiang might have wanted to see the appearance of the down-and-out president at that time, or they might have truly sympathized with the old man who returned to the starting point. In short, the restaurant was full of people every day. Unfortunately, as Hua Yingxiong was wanted nationwide, the Hua family's nephew fell and the money scattered, and the Hero Restaurant closed down.

Maybe I was worried that I had something to do with Hua Yingxiong, or maybe I felt that the feng shui of the hero restaurant was not good. After more than a year of dilapidated, no one took over the management of the price. It stood alone, like the plaque at the door, letting it blow by the wind and rain, gradually getting old and dusty, and the rain washed away but could not wash away the traces of time.

At this time, it was almost dusk, and the sky was filled with coldness that made people wrap their clothes tightly. The lake wind took advantage of the momentum to bring more coolness. The green duckweed on the lake was smashed by hail, spreading layer by layer on the water surface, blocking the light and blocking the coldness. It used shadows to protect the fish in the water. Just when the cold wind rippled out, a person appeared on the way!

The wind and rain are connected to the sky, and the sky is connected to the wind and rain. A tall man in black, holding an umbrella, seemed to come from the horizon. He walked slowly towards the Hero Restaurant along the long street with rare human traces, towards the dilapidated and desolate. A broken flower was blown from nowhere by the wind, as if it also came from the horizon. It rolled in the air with the wind and rain.

When it blew past the man in black, the latter reached out and grabbed the remaining flower. The petals had fallen, and only the last few petals were the most tenacious, and they were still in love with the withered pedicel. The man in black looked at the remaining flower in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed it gently, and then carefully tilted the remaining flower on the collar, giving the color tone a hint of brightness on his body.

"I'm back!"

The man in black looked at the hero restaurant in front of him and sighed softly. His steps were speeding up invisibly, but he still had a calm feeling. Although the latter looked a little haggard and a little tired at the corners of his eyes, the man in black still made him look full of vitality and vitality, as if he would never grow old.

After a while, the man in black stood in front of the Hero Restaurant, reached out and pushed it gently, and the thick dusty door opened instantly, and a cold wind rushed in, but the air flow poured back inside was not turbid. On the contrary, it carried a smell of sandalwood. When the man in black squinted his eyes slightly, more than ten people flashed out of the restaurant hall.

"Tang Wenjing has met Mr. Hua!"

More than ten men with pale faces and feminine aura stood on both sides, like ghost officers standing in the Hall of Hell in the eighteenth floor hell, but their faces were not ruthless and ferocious at this moment, and more of an indescribable expression of respect. A middle-aged man with metal arms at the front also bowed to the man in black: "Welcome to Mr. Hua to return!"

"Here I'm back, come back!"

The huge man in black ignored Tang Wenjing and the others, but took a deep breath of the fresh air in the restaurant, squinted his eyes slightly as if he was enjoying the breath here, and then another trace of pain flashed in his eyes. Things changed, and he came back alive and stood in the hero restaurant, but the rest of his relatives no longer existed. Then, his eyes looked in the center ahead.

In the middle are two special coffins, which are solemn and solemn. There are two photos hanging above the coffin, one is the white-haired Hua Yingxiong and the other is the weak and elegant Hua Yanxuan. There are two tables under the photo, with three fresh fruits and the wood fragrance of the rising fireworks, diluting the coldness of the restaurant.

"Grandpa, brother, Yixi is back!"

The man in black walked to the spirit seat and coffin in front. He washed his hands and picked up the wood fragrance to Hua Yingxiong and Hua Yanxuan one by one. He also took out a bottle of vodka from his arms and placed it in front of Hua Yanxuan. His expression began to become dazed: "I'll burn incense for you, and I'll send you the last journey!" Then, he remembered something to add a stick of incense:

"Grandpa, this is for Ximen Qing. He hates you, but he also respects you. I hope you will go well along the way!"

Speaking of this, the man in black suddenly softened his expression, and his knees bent and knelt down without hesitation. Looking at the faces of Hua Yingxiong and Hua Yanxuan, tears flowed down uncontrollably. He held the black wooden coffin with both hands and shook his shoulders, and there was still an unconcealable guilt in his eyes: "It's all my fault. I misunderstood you, and I also harmed my grandfather."

When Tang Wenjing and the others knelt down, Hua Yixi shouted in pain: "If I hadn't been spitting on the Hua family and never had any effort from beginning to end, how could the Hua family have fallen to this point? How could it be that I could not protect my younger brother? If I hadn't fallen into the hands of the Anti-Birch Alliance, how could my grandfather have traded with Qiao Pingyong? Sorry, sorry,"

He kowtowed heavily with his head, repenting what he did, and blood quickly oozed out of his forehead. Seeing this, Tang Wenjing rushed up and grabbed Hua Yixi and shouted loudly: "Young Master Hua, be mourning and reciprocating! Old Hua and the Second Master died. I know you are very sad, but you shouldn't do this, otherwise you will be sorry for Old Hua's efforts!"

Tang Wenjing held Hua Yixi's arm tightly, for fear that he would break his head: "Old Hua used his own actions as a condition to trade you out of the Anti-Birch Alliance. He would never want to see you like this. He hoped that you could be strong and cheer up, and lead us to rise to the Hua family again. If you don't cherish yourself, I'm sorry!"

During Tang Wenjing's pulling and persuasion, Hua Yixi gradually calmed down. He wiped the guilty tears on his face, looking at the portrait above his head with endless pain. At this time, his body shook uncontrollably, his face turned a little blue-gray, and his eyes were slightly red. Tang Wenjing's face changed, and he hurriedly took out a black box from his arms.

The box opened, and there were eleven syringes containing injections. Tang Wenjing quickly took the one on the edge, then bit the lid open with a quick movement, stabbed Hua Yixi's arm, with a solemn expression and skillful technique, indicating the extraordinaryness of this national player. As this injection continued, the gray on Hua Yixi's face gradually dissipated, and on the contrary, it became more energetic.

Tang Wenjing slowly took back the syringe, broke it and threw it on the ground: "They are really vicious after Lin Ya. After grabbing you, they keep injecting toxins, making your body weak and broken. It is obvious that you want you to live or die. Fortunately, Qiao Pingyong's injection to transform the Terracotta Warriors can resupport your body and even make your nerves sharper!"

When Hua Yixi took deep breaths in the energy brought by the buffer injection, Tang Wenjing whispered: "There are twelve injections in total, each injection can take effect for one week. Qiao Pingyong released you and gave you an injection that day, and another injection today. The remaining ten injections can be used for two months. This time is enough for me to use Chinese medicine to recuperate your body."

"At that time, you will not only not get sick, but you will also make yourself more domineering!"

Tang Wenjing looked at Hua Yixi and sighed: "Damn it is the basis of good fortune!"

Perhaps because of the injection, Hua Yixi regained his calmness and spoke word by word: "What's the use of no matter how domineering it is? Grandpa and Yan Xuan were both dead, and the enemy Zhou Wuzi and the others were also dead. If I hadn't left some blood for the Hua family, I wouldn't have the need to live. I lacked too much and made too many mistakes, and even the Crusaders were wiped out!"

"A lot of enemies died, but you have a lot of responsibility!"

Tang Wenjing looked at Hua Yixi with a calm face, and her voice came out calmly: "The reason why Mr. Hua did not take us to the capital was that in addition to needing us to stay here and wait for you and avoiding Qiao Pingyong's rebellion, he also had to take responsibility again after we welcome you back. There were only one group of us left in the Xinjiang city, including only eighteen people, including you and me, and there was no foundation!"

"And Du Tianxiong will bring Princess Jin back!"

Tang Wenjing sighed: "The Xinjiang City will become a guard for members of the Du family. We have no place to stay anymore. Mr. Hua had already anticipated this, so he specially reminded us not to go to the imperial tomb of his and the Second Young Master's coffin, so as not to be thrown out and trampled by the Du family. It doesn't matter, but he can't let the Second Young Master suffer grievance and just disappear with the restaurant."

"A fire and storm are the best destination for them!"

Hua Yixi slowly stood up and his voice became indifferent: "Where are we going if we are not in Xinjiang?"

"Desert Town!"

Tang Wenjing whispered: "Old Hua left a base called Hero Tower. He hoped that we would stay in the desert to accumulate strength. In the future, the country will be prosperous and safe. We will do our best to China and protect the land of China from infringement with our lives. If the world is chaotic and people live in dire straits, the four major families will repeat the tragedy, we will kill those who should be killed, and the right should be reversed!"

Hua Yixi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Desert Town?"

Ten minutes later, Hua Yixi led more than ten Tang Wenjing out of the restaurant and got into the black car that had been prepared one by one. When the engine roared, a big fire also sprayed out from the restaurant, burning the doors, windows, tables and benches. The strong gasoline and alcohol made the entire restaurant fall into the sea of ​​fire in an instant, and the heat wave could make Hua Yixi, twenty meters away, feel it.

"Goodbye, grandpa, goodbye, Yanxuan, goodbye, Xinjiang City!"

Hua Yixi waved his hand gently, then disappeared into the cold rain, leaving only the lonely fire, and the stone tablet at the door, which was engraved with two characters, and three points into the stone:

hero!
Chapter completed!