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Chapter Fourteen

The two stared at the screen, but there was no news report. They even started to search the Internet, but they did not find any incidents about Rose Angel last night. What is even more surprising is that Rose Angel is open for business the next day. Everything exudes the smell of weirdness and conspiracy.

Lin Yi is nearly 40 years old and is afraid that he will be the director of the Mocheng City Police Department. He is not entirely dependent on his identity as a son-in-law. His keen sense of smell is also terrible. At this time, they knew that they had fallen into a conspiracy without realizing it.

"Who is that?" Lin Yi said with his eyes narrowed.

"I don't know, the other party has a very good origin," Long Gao also said meaningfully.

"Yes, such a big move. In my opinion, the Ye family and Kong Manghui are just chess pieces. Who is the person behind it? Even I want to pull him into the water." Lin Yi frowned and thought deeply.

"The Ye family and Kong Manghui are just chess pieces, and the person behind them dared not say it, and Long Gao, who had realized the seriousness of the problem, brows were deeply locked.

"Can the secretary of the municipal party committee call me personally, and know my relationship so deeply and grasp the timing exactly. Who is this person? I have to say, it's amazing, amazing!!!" He raised his thumbs up, opened half of the curtains, squinted his eyes to face the rising sun, and looked out the window with a smile.

The rising sun opened its red eyes as if it was pulled by someone, and thousands of golden lights broke through the clouds and hugged the bustling pedestrians on the earth. In the wind and clouds of the demon city, they drew nineteen lines across the lines.

"Is it started?" Rubbing his tired eyes, yawned and turned his head to say "Sleep a minute" to Long Gao, who was half asleep and half awake.

The two of them did not say anything anymore and fell asleep. No one dared to disturb the interrogation room where the needle could be heard.

The beauty woke up and the fragrance was fragrant, and she smiled and was fascinated by the charming.

The delicious meals on the dining table, simple fried eggs, the milky white egg white is as white as the white and delicate as a girl's skin, and the transparency attached to the egg yolk is as pure and charming as a woman holding a pipa half-covered face in the morning light. Liu Xuehen looked at him and swallowed a few saliva, picked up the chopsticks and swallowed it voraciously.

Isn’t it a kind of beauty to eat when a beauty eats?

After the meal, the two parted, Huai Qingling did not go to the group, and a phone call forced him to find Chen Keer.

Chen Keer's father suddenly returned, and he was unable to beat the two of them. Huai Qingling, who stopped the taxi, suddenly thought that Chen Keer lived there. After all, they had just talked about a few words. Just kidding her to live there, no one knows.

The angry voice of the cheap father-in-law was still echoing in his ears, "Tell me honestly, is Ke'er not letting you go home? Kneel to me, "Dad, you"

"Kneel down to my knees" a thud.

Listening to the sound from the phone, Huai Qingling was startled, and he looked so embarrassed.

A flash of inspiration, and his fingers snapped.

"Hey, my father-in-law, cough cough, I just came back but didn't buy a car." Huai Qingling spoke awkwardly.

"It's okay, I forgot, you see Ke'er has this personality, don't be angry, I'll ask your Uncle Fu to pick you up," he said with a haha.

"Dad, how can you let Uncle Fu?" Chen Ke'er's jade legs trembled a little, but she still couldn't help but stop him.

"Shut up" the sudden and stern scolding made Huai Qingling unable to help but want to say that he is really his own father. He couldn't help but sympathize with Chen Keer.

Chen Keer felt so wronged. She was favored by her father since she was a child. She grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth and responded to her requests. Chen Xiaotian was also afraid of breaking her in his hand and afraid of melting her in his mouth.

When did she suffer such grievances? Even if she fell into her first love, she would play mahjong all day and night, she would be shattered by her father's punch and pulled her to the living room to stand and reflect on her all night. She still remembered the unbearableness at that time.

Now, for a hooligan, she was so scared that she had been in the mall for a long time. She wanted to ask her father why? But in a simple sentence, his name is Huai Qingling, you will kneel down.

She was full of doubts and was so angry that she couldn't breathe. Her father was still pressed on her shoulder, forcing her to kneel down for the first time. She didn't understand, nor did she understand. Looking at the business empire of the Chen family, the family's assets were even more terrifying to hundreds of billions of dollars. As the richest man in China, what was he worried about? He was full of doubts and confusion, and was constantly cursing that hateful guy in his heart.

The golden sunlight spread to the earth. Huai Qingling picked up the branches on the roadside and threw them a few times. The branches trembled and the sword sounded. If a Vajra warrior was present, he would definitely make a cold sweat. Such a young sword Mingtongxin walked towards the path next to him, and stepped up and the wind was rising as quickly as thunder and wind.

Deep in the path, dandelion seeds fluttered in the wind like snow. The old man seemed to notice a person coming. He swung forward like lightning. The sound of the air roared and the ears were deafening. The fist roared by, and the fierce energy burst out. The metal attacks like "Dangdang" actually criticized sparks. "Pseudo-finger Xuan, it seems that the nester attaches great importance to the demon city." Huai Qingling's cold murderous intent suddenly broke out, and the withered branches burst out with green light. The sword light soared into the sky. Three sword flowers appeared in the void, like a spirit snake spitting its core, but the wind was already stepping into the air. In an instant, the green sword energy fell slowly and cut through the curtain of the dandelion flower.

Floating down, the sword energy and fist energy collided fiercely again, the air condensed in an instant, and the old man said in shock

"Who are you?"

"Wow" a mouthful of blood was spit out of the mouth.

"What a domineering kendo" wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Old guy, if you can escape my falling flowers, I will tell you." The lightning flies and dead branches are broken in two, the wooden sword is as thin as a cicada's wings. Under the crystal clear sunlight, the cold light, the snow of the flowers produces cold and fly, and only a sound of "fallen flowers" is heard.

The sweat hair exploded, the old man retreated with force, and the flowers and rain in the sky were as white snow as snow fell, and the sword energy fell down one after another.

The dandelions were still dancing in the air, and the old man's eyebrows were dyed with red red cicada's wings and thin branches, just like the blood soul of the cherry blossoms floating in the eyebrows in the snow. The old man fell down and didn't have time to say a word and only left a "thump".

This sound,

Dissipate those sixty years of life.

Take off the outer cloak of Kongtong with that punch.

Take away the determination to protect one person.

He protected her for thirty years, and after she died, she protected her son for ten years, just for the bowl of porridge at that time. In order to repay his kindness, he gave up his passion for the martial arts world and gave up his joy, and was silent as a servant, just like a servant.

He knew that there was this day, but he just regretted not having time to tell her son that it was not safe here.

She left, and he left too. She had no regrets, and he only hated that his status was not enough.

The blood flower soul is broken and immortal, and the porridge is rewarded for thirty years.

In Yanjing City, in the Tianzi box of the Emperor Pavilion, six young men were dressed in luxurious clothes, but they were all heroic.

One person shakes the fan, and the dragon flying phoenix has a "hole" on the black iron fan
Chapter completed!
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