Commanding Wind and Cloud

"Fix it yourself!" Mu Gui Wuxin swallowed his tea, and spit saliva on his face with enthusiasm: "You are from my Hongliu Battle Fort, and you will be my successor in the future. How can you not tell me this kind of thing happened? Do you think I can't handle this?"

He grinned embarrassingly and just laughed dryly. He had caused a lot of trouble for Hongliu Battle Fort just this morning. Although he temporarily dismissed the blacksmith union and Lei's family, there would still be many things that he couldn't think of when he thought about it.

In this case, will it cause trouble for the Torrent Battle Fort? I really feel sorry for my enthusiasm. No matter how powerful the torrent fortress is, if I think about it, if I fight against the three major forces at the same time, I'm afraid it will be very uncomfortable, right? Especially the sanctified Uncle Fabredis, who is not here yet.

"Uncle, I plan to find some time to go to the City Lord's Mansion and explain it myself. If it doesn't work, I will pay for some soup and medicine."

"Pay for soup and medicine? Is the city lord short of money? Okay! No one is not short of money." Mu Gui Wuxin grabbed the teapot and took a sip: "Boy, Li Deyoke is the city lord after all, and you beat his wife in front of so many people. Think about it, if you were the city lord, Luo Qingqing was beaten outside..."

A ball of anger burst into Qi Jin's heart, hit my woman?

"Look at your expression, right?" Mu Gui Wuxin tapped his fingers on the table: "So, you should be able to understand the city lord."

"Besides, the city lord's woman has already been beaten by your woman, and the entourage has also been abolished by you." Mu Gui Wuxin said softly: "This matter, if you decide to fight hard, then Battle Fort Hongliu will fight hard for you."

"You can do things like beating someone and apologizing." Gu Yue Jiaying said with the demeanor of a grandma in the family: "After all, Qingqing's business company is still in eternity."

Motivation thought of Situ Yixiao frowning slightly, apologizing to that kind of woman?

"It's not apologizing to that woman." Gu Yue Jiaying said very calmly: "I went to meet the city lord, and we can have a chat with the city lord. From the outside, it seems that our family has already gone to apologize, and the city lord's face has been saved. As for Situ Yixiao? This woman is not allowed to be present."

Looking at Mugui Wuxin with enthusiasm and no opinion, if he was chatting about the deeds of the strong, or talking about the experience of soldiers, he still had some right to speak, but when it came to this kind of specific incident handling, Gu Yue Jiaying's ability to solve things with a backhand was far from his own.

"Alright!" Mu Gui Wuxin nodded: "I originally planned to set up a table in the Hongliu Battle Castle and invite the Lord City Lord to come over, but I didn't expect you to be willing to go."

He shrugged his shoulders indifferently. In his opinion, there is no difference between coming and going. If it wasn't for that woman who went too far today, I wouldn't want to offend the city lord.

However, to offend is to offend! Motivation does not have too much psychological burden. After seeing Gan Zhanxuan's superior, unreasonable domineering power and strength, Motivation is not what it used to be. When seeing the city lord, he will inevitably feel nervous in his heart.

"That's fine, I'll go talk to Li Deyoke first." Mu Gui Wuxin got up and grabbed the teapot and walked out, squeezed out the door before turning back and said: "I've already drank this teapot from the teapot spout, you don't think you want it, do you?"

Motivatedly raised his hand in the posture of asking for toilet, Mu Gui Wuxin laughed while grabbing the teapot and dodging the person, Luo Qingqing whispered: "This is the ninth teapot..."

Ninth? What's the meaning? Looking at Luo Qingqing with enthusiasm and confusion: "Could it be that Uncle Mugui came here once and took away a teapot?"

Luo Qingqing nodded, his enthusiasm suddenly became speechless, does this uncle still have a hobby of collecting teapots?

"The shape of the teapot is different every time?" I couldn't help asking the question.

"Yes." Luo Qingqing looked at Qian Jin unexpectedly: "Don't tell me, brother Jin thinks..."

"This uncle, you don't have a hobby of collecting teapots, do you? Next time, you put a teapot exactly like today's."

Luo Qingqing looked at Gu Yue Jiaying in embarrassment, and heard the old lady: "There is no same teapot at home."

"Go to the street and buy one!" Motivatedly curled his lips: "Go and see what kind of teapot Uncle Mu Gui usually uses to drink water, let's set one like that."

"The most common teapot is ten copper plates." Gu Yue Jiaying thought for a while: "Or eleven copper plates."

"Then let's make something like that!" He slapped the table vigorously, looked at the sky and calculated the time, and it was almost time to start, after all, Jun Wudao's residence was not as close as the next door to Hongliu Battle Fort.

"I'm going to meet Jun Wudao, the big brother of the underworld in Eternal Flow City. You guys are busy first."

The four girls sent Gan Jin out of the Hongliu Battle Fort together. On the way to the Hongliu Battle Fort, many soldiers turned their heads frequently and cast their envious eyes on Qian Jin.

Beauty! It is rare to be accompanied by a beautiful woman, look at her ability! Four at a time! Moreover, it is so harmonious.

The forces in Eternal Flow City have their own ranges, and it seems that the city is made into several cakes, cut into several pieces, and let everyone share the food.

Although Jun Wudao's Wudao Society is connected to the forces of Hongliu Battle Fort, after all, their respective sites still have some roads, so they took out the invitation card and looked again, making sure that the meeting address is the base camp of Wudao Society, and trot along the road on their horses.

The difference between a big city and a small city is that there is a side road on the main road that is specially used for horses and carriages.

Underworld forces in general cities are relatively hidden, but Wudao Society is completely different from what Qian Jin imagined. It is almost an organization that lives completely in the light.

Motivated to look at the gate of the Wudao Society, it does not have the majestic aura of the Hongliu Battle Fort, nor does it have the academic aura of conquering the academy, but it looks like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, ready to swallow the world in its belly! It makes people feel like they will inhale the cold air into their fine hairs just by looking at it.

The two members of the No Dao Society standing in front of the gate were also wearing the same black warrior uniform, and even their belts were also black.

Motivated to look at the outfits of the two people in front of him, and then at his own clothes, they are so similar, if you enter Wudao Society wearing a suit, you won't be regarded by the people inside as you are here to provoke, right?

"You two, I'm here to see Mr. Jun Wudao." Gan Jin took out the invitation card, and most of the faces of the two members of the Wu Dao Society guarding the gate disappeared with seriousness, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of their lips and stepped aside and said, "Mr. Jin, is that right? We, Mr. Wu Dao, are waiting for you."

There is no big power's notification habit, and there is no arrangement for people to lead the way. Wudaohui is different from other big powers in every way.

The buildings inside Wudaohui are not ordinary. The walls and roads of the passage are covered with wall sculptures. It is a cruel scene of the battlefield of humans and demons. An ordinary soldier holding a weapon and soaked in blood is the protagonist of these wall sculptures.

Life-and-death fights time and time again, time and time again sent back at the edge of death, time and time again the comrades beside him fell down, and thoughts of wandering on the edge of death time and time again, all filled the murals.

There is no master's art technique, simple but real, walking in this passage seems to feel the life journey of this soldier.

Halfway through the journey, the wall sculpture of the human-devil battlefield disappeared, replaced by the survival in the city, a soldier who left the human-devil battlefield struggled ups and downs in the city.

Qian Jin began to understand that these wall sculptures are likely to be Jun Wudao's life history. Although Wudao Society does not have the heritage of other forces for many years, this new force also has its own unique side.

Passing through the promenade, Qian Jin's sight suddenly opened up. This is a very, very large prototype hall, in which there are nearly a hundred members of the No Dao Society dressed in black clothes and wearing black belts.

Looking around, except for a little red in the whole room, there are only members of the Wudao Society in black clothes left.

Murderous look exposed! He vigorously looked at every member of the Wudao Society present, exuding a naked murderous aura, and the weapons around his waist seemed to be unsheathed at any time to fight for life and death, forming an indescribable murderous aura.

The vigorous gaze passed over the crowd, and finally landed on the red dot among the blackness. The man sitting on the black stone throne is a man who is not familiar, but he has met before, Jun Wudao!

That's right! The long, ugly, ferocious, hideous scar stretching from the corner of the eye to the neck, was only seen on Jun Wudao's face! When he laughed, the mafia aura on his body would mix with the scars, revealing a more ferocious expression.

Jun Wudao is not the one who attracts the attention of enthusiasm. The woman standing next to Jun Wudao is the one who attracts the attention of enthusiasm. Her slender legs are wrapped in a fiery red warrior uniform. Her thin waist and big breasts are the capital of every beautiful woman. This woman also has the same excellent capital.

The delicate and beautiful face and the youthful aura on her body prove that she is a very, very young girl, maybe not even old enough to enter the Conquest of War Academy.

A gangster is a gangster! Mo Jin nodded lightly, the lover is not only very beautiful, but also absolutely young! This Jun Wudao had a good appearance, but the terrifying expression on his body really affected his appearance too much.

"drink!"

Hundreds of Wudaohui members let out a roar mixed with anger at the same time, the sound shook the house as if it was about to fall dust, and the sword flashed out of its sheath in an instant, and there was a chaotic sword light and sword shadow in the hall.

Energetic looked at the Wudaohui members around without raising his eyelids, and nodded approvingly: "Mr. Wudao's Wudaohui is very good! The quality of these people is very good! It's like that."

Jun Wudao leaned on the armrest of the black stone throne with his right elbow, and lightly tapped his temple with his index finger. He was a little decadent, but also a little indescribably arrogant. A pair of black eyeballs looked at Jin Jin who was walking in the forest of swords and swords and nodded frequently: "It's interesting, it's really interesting. I heard that a very good young man appeared in the torrent battle castle. He dared to kill the evil moon angel, which is much better than being able to kill the evil moon angel."

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