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Chapter 589: A Funeral Without Tears (7)

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    Danniang sat alone on the steps, a blue-necked wild pigeon flapped its wings and landed in front of her eyes, walking back and forth with its well-proportioned neck.  Suddenly, a black shadow enveloped it, and the blue wild pigeon flew away in shock.

    Danniang raised her face, and in front of her was a beautiful woman dressed in a white collar.

    Master Yu's concubine.

    "May I sit here for a while?"

    She smiled politely.

    Tanniang nodded quietly.

    Concubine Yu sat down as she said, and after a while, she turned her neck and asked.

    "Is Yu Shu okay?"

    "I have nothing to do with her now."

    Tan Niang's tone was very light.

    "Yu Shu complained to me more than once that Tai Sui inheritance is sometimes superfluous."

    Concubine Yu stared straight at Danniang, nodded and said, "I believe in you."

    She stood up: "Farewell."

    Tanniang has no expression.

    "Doves can't get in a flock of hawks."

    Concubine Yu suddenly said for no reason.

    She stretched out a few fingers, as if to grab something: "It got lost in the middle of the sea, with a branch in its mouth, and when it was tired, it threw the branch into the sea to rest. The smell of blood was everywhere, and the air was thin. No one  It can be trusted, and no one trusts it, let alone treats it as the same kind."

    "A man is more unreliable than a dead tree branch. When he abandons you, he will dislike you even if he looks at you even more. When he loves you madly, he won't care about your feelings. I wish you were her canary."  .Yan Fu is very big, leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. This is not the place to stay."

    Danniang and Concubine Yu looked at each other, did not speak, but smiled at her.

    Concubine Yu didn't speak any more, turned and left.

    Danniang looked at the wild pigeons approaching tentatively not far away, and waved lightly. The wild pigeons swooped onto Danniang's palm, cooing and flapping their wings.

    "I don't know if there will be an end in that day?"

    "I only know that the past time will not come back."

    "Every string of tears, accompanied by every dream, slips away unconsciously."

    "I don't believe that I can have it without making sacrifices. I only believe that I can find my desire with my hands."

    "Every string of sweat is exchanged for every achievement. I have never seen through the gains and losses."

    Concubine Yu stopped for a while, Danniang's voice was very good, although the voice was very soft, but she was full of confidence.

    She heard half of it, suddenly shrugged her shoulders, and left without moving her head.

    Walking towards him was Li Yan with a flat face, holding two bottles of oriental leaves in his hands. He passed by Yu Shiqie, Li Yan glanced at Yu Shiqie lightly and quickly, and the latter pretended not to look at it.  arrive.

    Danniang stopped singing, and smiled at Li Yan: "It's been so long?"

    Li Yan handed Danniang a bottle of drink.

    "Hey, I don't know who is so unqualified and made a mess in the bathroom."

    "Ah Choo—"

    After leaving the bathroom, Yang Xie sneezed.

    He sat back beside Bai Xiao, who glanced at him and tilted his head: "Where did you go?"

    "Me? Go to the bathroom."

    Bai Xiao looked down at the blood on Yang Xie's fist, and gave him an annoyed look.

    "Yang Xie, Bai Xiao." Pride Chong came over.

    "You two are going back to the hotel with me now, especially you, I have something to tell you about this second-seat referendum."

    While talking, Jiao Chong also saw the blood on Yang Xie's fist, but didn't say anything.

    Helpless, Yang Xie and Bai Xiao got up.

    It's getting late, and many people have already left the funeral parlor, waiting for the funeral to be buried the next day. At that time, Zhao Jianzhong will hold the Yan Zhaohui, which has the largest number of participants and the biggest change in the past two years.

    The back of Zha Xiaodao's head was stuck to the wall, his face full of lovelessness.  Even Li Yan and Dan Niang didn't pay attention when they came back.

    "What did he tell you, why does he seem to have lost his soul?"

    "He asked us to join them, and he also set conditions, do you want to listen?"

    "Not interested in."

    "Is the part about me not interested or the part about you?"

    "Not interested."

    Zha Xiaodao chuckled, he sighed and stood up: "There is nothing else, let's go back today."

    "good."

    As soon as Li Yan finished speaking, Zha Xiaodao walked out on his own.

      Tanniang asked in a low voice: "What happened to him?"

    "It shouldn't be something important. I'll ask you later."

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    Yang Xie and Jiao Chong rushed back to the hotel where they were staying. A group of people were sitting on the sofa at the entrance of the lobby, discussing something intensely.  Seeing Jiao Chong and others entering the door, they all stood up.

    "Boss, brother hideous, sister Bai."

    They greet each other in turn.

    One of them, a young man in a yellow jacket with a pale face as if recovering from a serious illness, walked out of the crowd with a bit ashamed expression: "Boss Jiao, Brother Xie. I'm sorry, I'm responsible for Chouci's escape."

    Jiao Chong stared at him with a sullen face, and lowered his voice: "I can't even look down on a cripple, what do you eat?"

    The young man bowed his head in silence.

    "Boss, forget it. Now is not the time to scold him."

    In the crowd, a round cut with broom eyebrows smoothed things over.

    Jiao Chong glanced at him, then scanned the crowd: "Where is Lu Jian?"

    "Forehead……"

    Broom eyebrows were momentarily at a loss for words.

    He and Lu Jian are usually inseparable, and last time they went together to deal with the Tiger Jiao.  This time Lord Luo died suddenly, and the two were also ordered to quickly carry out the trial of Yanfu, acting as "Luohu" and "Wang Lingguan" respectively.

    "I don't care what he's doing, listen to me, Chouci made a big fuss in the funeral parlor, and the situation is very ugly. He will go to Mang Mountain tomorrow, so let me just say, if Chouci enters the venue of Yan Zhaohui  , you two don't come to see me in the future."

    Broom eyebrow raised her neck and subconsciously shouted: "Yes."

    As night fell, sporadic insects could be heard around.  The cars in front of the funeral home drove away one after another. Some people were not going to spend the night here. On the other hand, the old people who were guarding Qin An's coffin were unwilling to have too many idlers waiting.

    Su Ling stretched her waist, and asked with a smile to Zhao Jianzhong, who was leaning on crutches and seemed to be dozing off: "Won't the old man go back and have a rest?"

    "No, I'll be here tonight, let's have a chat."

    Zhan Yuejin walked in, he had just sent Si Wenji away.  Hearing this, he also said: "It would be great if Yuanchao was here."

    Zhao Jianzhong jokingly said: "In the past, you always held small meetings with Yuanchao, and when you meet with me, you have to discuss business matters. You have more status."

    Zhan Yuejin shook his head and remained silent.

    "I sent out a total of more than five hundred and twenty corsages."

    Zhu Jiuyin said suddenly: "In other words, after Xiao An's incident broke out, at least more than 130 new agents were born."

    There are seventy-four people with one seat and two seats, plus seven reserve members for the second seat. These Zhu Jiuyins do not need to be given corsages.  In other words, Yan Fu, who originally had only 500 proctors, experienced a major change in the death of Lord Luo and lost dozens of people, but now has more than 600 proctors!

    Because after becoming an agent, Yan Fu's ascent path is blocked by dressing up, and he can only strengthen himself through external objects.

    Therefore, if you become an agent but cannot become a member of the Yan Zhaohui, the choice of most people is to suppress their own Yanfu trials, and at the same time to hone themselves, look for a more powerful Yanfu inheritance.

    This time there was a big gap in Yan Zhaohui, and even the eighth-level walker felt that he had a chance to enter Yan Zhaohui.  It is conceivable how many people couldn't hold back and directly started the trial of Yan Fu.

    "After re-finalizing the list of Yan Zhaohui this time, the number will go down again."

    Zhao Jianzhong said.

    "Is it necessary to expand the number of people?"

    Su Ling asked.

    "No."

    Zhao Jianzhong, Zhu Jiuyin, and Zhan Yuejin spoke in unison.

    "All right."

    Su Ling said with regret.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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