"Now, what you should think about is what you can gain, and how the people behind you can support you." Ran Xiong snapped his fingers, his eyes were very sincere, and he treated the two brothers Li Jiuri as if they were old friends for many years.

So enthusiastic.

No longer pretending, Li Xue thought seriously and said, "What if I want to be your woman, the patriarch? What can I get?"

Clapping his palms together, Ran Xiong couldn't help but nod: "Yes, this is the option that gives you the most protection. You are very smart."

"So, what can I get at this point? Isn't it specific?" Li Xue took a sip of tea, looking so noble and dignified.

"It depends on how specific what you tell me is." Ran Xiong still nodded. Don't be impatient with this kind of request, let alone think that you can take advantage. It depends on the other party's efforts to the greatest extent, otherwise it will be fooled.

No reason was given.

"Jasmine is not Huang Wanqian's daughter."

"You can guess, otherwise it wouldn't be Huang Wanqian's own son who would pick her up, and there would be no need for protection by people like you. What's more, Tu Cao wouldn't be so nervous about Jasmine."

"So, how specific can you be now?"

The orange-red mouth opened and closed, the low-cut lapel opened and closed, the lace bra showed round and round, and the drops of blood streaked down her face and slid across her neck, all the time.

Rolled deep into the ravine.

You understand, this woman not only has acting skills, but also strength and willingness to give.

Li Xue? I guess that’s not her real name, and she’s not even the role of sister, let alone the current sexy endorsement.

"Women, good looks are capital, and natural beauty is luck. But you started to go too far, and I don't understand what you mean at all?" Ran Xiong began to pace around the room, and he felt his hands in his pockets.

Not very good.

This woman was not in a hurry to answer, nor did she cover her forehead with her hands. Anyway, she was done as soon as the blood flowed out. Isn't such a small wound just a slap?

She even wiped the blood on her chest with her hands, and the lace, small lapels and seductive lips were all wiped, making them all shiny and shiny, making you a little drunk.

"What you get is what the patriarch can give. This is directly proportional." If you are poisonous, you will be a poisonous woman.

It can be said, "The flower of success, people only admire her current beauty! However, her buds were soaked in the tears of struggle and sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice."

I still have to light a cigarette, this kind of conversation is too brain-burning and too confusing.

"It seems that you have convinced me. You think you are about to succeed, and you start to talk about literature and art with me? But I don't understand, what should I do? And in the end of the world, is literature and art necessary?" Ran Xiong blurted out the question, and spit out

I lit a smoke ring, which was a bit vulgar.

"Low."

"What's low?" Ran Xiong still didn't know why.

"The patriarch's realm has become low, and art and I have never been separated." Li Xue licked the blood at the corner of his mouth. It was so sweet, and his soul resonated with his breath, but it was a little inexplicable.

"Well, have you heard what Nietzsche wrote in "Beyond Good and Evil"?" Ran Xiong continued to smoke. "Fight with the evil dragon for too long, and you will become the evil dragon yourself; stare into the abyss for too long, and you will become the evil dragon yourself."

The abyss will stare back."

"So, success equals positive teaching materials, and failure equals not doing your job properly. To become a dragon-slaying warrior or to rise high above the abyss, what is needed is not fighting or staring, right, patriarch?" Li Xue pointed at the tip of his tongue with his right index finger as he felt that the tip of his tongue was too dry.

Apply it to the forehead wound and then use it to suck on the tip of your tongue.

"Then, why do you think you've got me?"

Unknowingly, he was a little angry. Ran Xiong looked at the confident brother and sister in front of him. The successful flower? She is art? The dragon-slaying warrior... Naked confidence, she is just telling you that she is determined.

You got it!

And you, maybe a sacrifice on her way to success, or maybe a piece of work? She just has the strength to slay a dragon, and he has the strength to overcome the abyss.

Hearing Ran Xiong's angry tone, Li Xue seemed to have achieved success and said with a smile: "Everyone is afraid of death. Is the clan leader afraid?"

"If you're afraid of death, just don't be born!" Ran Xiong smiled and continued, "What I want is a deal. I don't need to see your confidence anymore, and I don't need to hear your so-called art anymore, otherwise I would dare to

Ask Ran if his knife is sharp?"

Change is what it takes. The topic that escapes is ultimately to return to the right path of death. How can Ran Xiong have free time to talk about literature with you? What he wants now is the result of the immediate rage, and what he relies on is the current me.

It's for the sword and the people are for the fish and meat.

"Well, Patriarch Ran is still the same Patriarch Ran." Li Jiuri answered. He was very relaxed now. Perhaps he was absolutely confident in the power behind him, or perhaps he was bound to compromise with Ran Xiong.

"Damn it, you just don't listen to what you say, right?" Ran Xiong yelled, "Come here, you bastard! I talked about a deal and a deal, and I'm still talking about literature in the fog with me. I'm so upset.

Disgusting!”

Whoops, the monk came in first, followed by Ma Biao, and then seven guards with swords, a luxurious lineup, and guns in their hands.

"Tie this Mr. Li Jiuri up and go find mercury. If there is no mercury, use the mercury in the thermometer to pour it into the wound on his head until all his skin falls off!"

Ran Xiong put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and spoke slowly and slowly, trying to make every word he said clear and solid.

"You?" Li Jiuri stood up with a fierce look in his eyes. He really couldn't imagine how this person could be so fickle.

He didn't sit still and waited for death. He jumped over the coffee table with a flying kick and went straight to Ran Xiong's waist. The three-fingered claw hidden in his hand was ready to grab someone's throat at any time.

"Get out!" But it was Ma Biao who was on the side who reacted first. He deflected Li Jiuri's flying kick with a lunge and a kick, and also neutralized Li Jiuri's next deadly claw.

"Brother, I've practiced before!" Ma Biao kept maintaining his fighting style. Seeing such an opponent, he couldn't help but feel happy because he wanted to stretch his muscles.

"You're not bad either."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jiuri struck first. He turned around and kicked Ma Biao straight in the face, which made people say it was sinister!

But at this moment, Ma Biao's battle-experienced consciousness was reflected. For this kind of thing, he had never seen anything more than turning around and kicking? After ducking to avoid it, Ma Biao did not retreat but advanced, which was a knee-jerk operation.

, the kneecap was cut straight into Li Jiuri's lower jaw without leaving any room.

It's too late, it's too late. This is how top experts fight. They come and go, which is dizzying.
Chapter completed!