Chu Tian smiled softly and said in praise: "The analysis is completely correct!"

At this time, the mortal world leaned over and said with a smile: "Young Marshal, the body and blood have been processed, and the two injured brothers have also been treated. We can have dinner in ten minutes. By the way, the Young Marshal, he actually knew that the target was not Minister Zhou. Should we tell him? So that he would be soldiered?"

Chu Tian shook his head gently and replied lightly:

"Of course I have to tell you, but what I tell you is the identity of the enemy! When Brother Cheng finds out the true origin of these people, I will call Zhou Longjian. Maybe when the old fox is furious, he will send someone to throw the enemy's nest over, which will save us the current affairs of the general army!"

Diandian in the mortal world, suddenly realized, "I understand, understand!"

Ten minutes later, the aroma of the meal was once again filled with fragrance.

With Chu Tian's announcement of the meal, hundreds of people immediately started drinking enthusiastically. Although the fighting just now was a bit bloody, the festive atmosphere was diluted so it was unhappy. Even Fang Qing, who was usually dignified and capable, laughed so hard that she kept teasing Huo Wuzui and others, and became the leader of the harem.

Photon did not sit at the same table with Chu Tian and the others.

He has always been unrestrained and prefers to have fun with the people below. At this time, he is telling the adapted Tibetan story: "That fake lama is not at all good. He sold me an antique and actually wrote it in Chinese and English 'Lhasa factory'. Do you think I'm popular?"

The brothers of the Shuai Jun laughed loudly and replied in unison: "Of course it's hot!"

At this time, Chu Tian poured over with a glass of wine. When the Shuai Jun brothers saw Chu Tian, ​​they hurriedly shouted respectfully: "Young Marshal!"

Chu Tian walked to Guangzi, hugged his shoulder and smiled, "Brothers, thank you for your hard work in the past six months. Come on, Brother Guang and I toast you this glass of wine!"

Photon also picked up the wine glass and said with a smile: "Brothers, raise the wine glass, let's have this glass!"

The brothers of Shuai Jun stood up and cheered: "Do it!"

Chu Tian smiled and raised his head to drink all the wine in his glass, then patted Guangzi on the shoulder and said, "Brother Guang, although it is New Year's Eve tonight, your injury is in the recovery stage, so don't drink too much. Also, the brothers here will greet me. I'll make a few more calls later, alas!"

Chu Tian was indeed very busy next time.

After having a sumptuous dinner, he returned to the hall and called Mr. Su, Master Eighth Master, Deng Chao and Sister Mei. No matter where he was, these were people he respected. When he was busy at the end, he suddenly remembered the neglected person in his heart.

Shen Qianqian! The person who pleases herself with her body and mind.

Chu Tian has never been a man who is used to putting love on his lips, and he rarely communicates with his women through tools such as phones, because he always firmly believes that true love does not need to be spoken and reviewed with words. True love is like the warmth in the palm of his hand.

As long as the heart is still beating and the blood is still warm, this touch of warmth will never fade.

But for Shen Qianqian, in addition to the unspeakable love, there was more guilt in her heart. The girl in her youth should have been excited by the brilliant fireworks, but she became a victim because of the battle between the Shen family and herself. Then she was more like a princess from a defeated country and was forced to send her to the deep palace for her to have sex.

Thinking of this, Chu Tian finally called.

Not long after, Chen Qianqian's voice sounded on the other end of the phone. Although it was still so gentle, Chu Tian could feel the crying sound in his tone. Listening to the sound of joy and resentment on the opposite side, Chu Tian's mood suddenly calmed down, huddled on the sofa, listening gently, listening to Chen Qianqian's breathing.

After a moment of silence, Chu Tian sighed softly: "Qianqian, I am Chu Tian!"

"I miss you, Chu Tian." Chen Qianqian's gentle voice came through the other end of the phone.

Far away in the Shen Family Garden in Hong Kong, Chen Qianqian was lying in the snow-white gauze tent. The loneliness and loneliness made her go to bed early to escape. Her delicate figure showed the gracefulness of a woman, and her cleavage was fascinating and seductive.

She never thought that Chu Tian would remember her and would call her at this time.

A white silk piece on the long black hair was tied casually, as lazy as a peony that had been dried in the sun all day. It was apart from its magnificence, it only softly released its splendor under the sunset. In the hazy, its pretty nose, dark eyes, and small cherry mouth formed a perfect pretty face.

She lowered her head and looked at her snow-white breasts. No one had seen the seductive temptation except herself and Chu Tian.

"Chu Tian also misses Qianqian." Chu Tian responded softly, holding back the longing that surged in his heart. At this moment, he wanted to hug Chen Qianqian unprecedentedly and feel her heartbeat. He knew in his heart that women must need him very much now. It has nothing to do with power or timidity, it is purely the loneliness and loss of the soul.

Perhaps because of feeling Chu Tian’s love, Chen Qianqian’s voice trembled slightly.

She shrank her body alone, but with a smile on her face, and said, "Chu Tian, ​​am I useless? I should have been strong, but I stayed in the huge house and felt endless emptiness coming. I'm sorry!"

A rare warm smile appeared on Chu Tian's face, and he shook half a cup of warm tea: "Qianqian, tomorrow is the New Year, do you have any wishes?"

Men always like to make up for it when women apologize.

A beautiful longing bloomed on Chen Qianqian's face, and a shy response was: "I once hated you and even wanted to kill you because you ruined me and the Shen family, but for some reason, my biggest wish now is to be able to hold your hand and walk into the church. I was wearing a white wedding dress..."

"Then we had our own children, drove a luxury private yacht and went out to sea, you fished, I cooked, and my husband and wife followed... Then, under the sunny and clear sky, I sat next to you with our children in my arms, and you were playing a piano piece on the deck..."

The phone call lasted for a long time, and Chu Tian’s cell phone rang out.

He sighed softly: "Qianqian, although I can't spend the Spring Festival with you, I promise you that I will go to Hong Kong to find you this Lantern Festival. Also, if you have any trouble in the future, you can call me and I will ask Brother Xu to help you solve it!"

Chen Qianqian, who was originally a little reluctant to leave, suddenly smiled when she heard Chu Tian’s promise: "Okay, I’ll wait for you, wait for you!"

The cold wind blew across the garden, bringing a little smell of charcoal fire.

At this time, somewhere in the deep mountains of the north, in a cave of 5,000 square meters, a proud and tall body was facing the hot charcoal fire. He held the filled wine in his hand and shouted to the hundreds of masked young people in front of him: "Today is New Year's Eve, the young marshal has an order. We can drink this bowl of wine! Drink!"

Hundreds of people responded in unison: "Drink!"

The sound of drinking was rumbling in the cave, and there was no more noise.

If someone can see them, they will inevitably find that although their momentum is cold and harsh, the passion in their eyes is easy to make people feel hot. It belongs to the kind of excitement and hope, and the kind of passion that is still fearless in the face of swords and fire. It is just that God's will destiny that these people will not be appreciated.

After drinking the strong wine, his proud body looked sharp and shouted to them: "Remember, you must be ready to die at any time, and be ready to die for the young marshal at any time!"

Hundreds of voices replied again, "I'm willing!"

The leader turned his back and a little concern streaked across his face covering the black cloth: Beijing, goodbye!

This emotion disappeared instantly, and his face immediately returned to more cold and resolute.

If there is a mirror next to it now, the leader can even see the blue eyes on the face in the mirror, the cold smile is like a sharp blade with a sheath, full of bloodthirsty madness, like a demon dancing the death contract, and a wisp of extremely cold killing aura was released from his body.

The handsome young man in the past has transformed into a god of killing for Chu Tian.

But except for Chu Tian, ​​everyone forgot his existence.

At this time, in the lounge of the Great Hall, Li Shenzhou was following Zhou Longjian and asked in a low voice:

"Old man, something is unknown in China!"
Chapter completed!