Fang Qing further added: "Professor Wang gave me a call in the morning. There has been a major breakthrough in the research on nameless jade, and the potion will be prepared soon. It is estimated that the pattern of the jade will be restored soon."

When Chu Tian heard the nameless jade progress, his face became solemn, and he said, "Sister Qing, you have to send a few trustworthy people to the south to secretly protect Professor Wang and that piece of jade. You must not make any mistakes!"

After all, that treasure is related to the priceless treasure.

Fang Qing understood the importance of jade, so she replied: "Okay, young marshal, don't worry, I will send someone south today."

Chu Tian knew that Fang Qing had always been a matter of ingenuity in doing things, and knew that she would handle the matter well. He smiled and said, "I don't worry about Sister Qing doing things, but there is another thing. You send a few people to Kunming today and escort Qingcheng back to the capital tomorrow morning, because I will ask her to bring her passbook and password key back."

Fang Qing was shocked, then extremely happy and said, "Did you really get the passbook and password key? That's great, but who should transfer the money

What? I believe that Nuoding must have installed a banker to monitor the movement of the money."

Chu Tian thought for a while and said, "Don't touch it for the time being. Wait until I smooth the Tutu organization before taking it, so as not to become the target of public criticism."

Fang Qing nodded. Obviously, this is the only way. Otherwise, if Nuoding knew that the money was run to the hand of Shuai Jun, he would probably take revenge on Shuai Jun in full. Thinking of thousands of fully armed terrorists, he would have a headache, so he said, "Okay, I'll send someone to Kunming Airport later and contact you when I arrive."

Chu Tian fell into deep thought after putting away the phone, not thinking about the 800 million US dollars, but imagined where the treasures should be in the capital? The treasures in Fuhaizang must have been near the Old Summer Palace, and should not exceed five kilometers, otherwise there would not be much transported, and even near the Old Summer Palace, there were many places.

Even Baiyun Villa is near the Old Summer Palace! Chu Tian couldn't help but smile. Could it be that the treasure is hidden in Baiyun Villa? It would be much easier to dig it up, but this seems impossible. How could God take care of himself like this? Let's wait until Professor Wang restores the jade.

"Young Marshal, what are you thinking?"

The city walked over with a natural smile and said calmly, "It's time to have a meal!"

Chu Tian nodded, stretched out his hand and walked up with Qingcheng's slim waist. He suddenly felt elastic when he touched it, which seemed to be because he often rode a horse.

A plate of hand-grabbing mutton, a plate of green vegetables, and a bowl of mutton soup.

Although the meal is simple, it has a warm taste of family.

Chu Tian picked up the rice and started eating it. Qingcheng was holding dishes for him, pouring mutton soup that was not meaty. This was the first time she served a man and felt happy and warmth. She thought to herself, how great it would be if such a life of mutual support could last forever.

Tianlang Hall is leisurely and elegant, but Harzhai is tense.

At Mei Zi's home, there were more than a dozen old men of different shapes sitting on the wide square table, looking at Ying Zizi with sharp eyes, with a very arrogant expression. There were more than twenty burly men standing behind the old men, and the cold "Eighteen Cavalry of Iron Clothes" facing him.

These dozen old men are none other than the patriarchs of the Twelve Villages in Four Villages. They have already established a joint camp at the suggestion of the old dog patriarch. This time they came to Harzhai to want Yingzizi to join them and work together to flatten Tianlang Village to exclaim their anger for the previous humiliation.

The elder of the tribe in Wuzhuo Village coughed twice, breaking the silence inside the room, and laughed: "Yingzizi, the battle in Harzhai a few days ago was really exciting. He killed nearly a thousand Tianlang Iron Cavalry, and even Tianlang died tragically. It can be regarded as angering for the Twelve Villages of the Four Villages."

Yingzi didn't comment on these flattering words. On weekdays, these patriarchs who are more masculinist than men regard themselves as monsters. Now they praise themselves publicly, and there is obviously some conspiracy. So they answered straight to the point: "Dear patriarchs, just say whatever they have."

The old dog smiled without changing his face and raised his thumb and praised with a slight stingy voice: "Happy, a hero among women, a woman who is as good as a man, Yingzizi, I have discussed with the leader of all tribes. Taking advantage of the great damage to the Tianlang Village now, we should surround and kill the remnants of Tianlang Village in one go. What do you think?"

Ying Zizi sneered a few times in her heart. The old dog said so much nonsense, how could it be so simple? But she didn't say anything.

He said with a lustful look: "The patriarchs' proposal is very good. If you have any ideas, you have to do it so that you can realize your wish."

The old dog felt a little depressed, and Yingzizi spoke without any leakage. She didn't know when she would get to the point after going around like this, so she also pointed out her purpose: "The villages and villages are willing to take you as the leader and shovel Tianlang Village into flat ground."

Ying Zizi smiled unfathomablely, and finally talked about the serious business. This old dog is really sinister and cunning, with himself as the leader? I am afraid he wants to charge himself and the Eighteen Iron-clothed cavalry to die first, so he said meaningfully: "Yes, but Zizi wants to ask Wuzhuozhai to take the lead. After all, you have many people."

The old dog's face changed slightly, and then he calmed down. He spit out a mouthful of blue mist and said in a vague manner: "Who doesn't know the reputation of Yingzizi and the Eighteen Iron Clothing Cavalry. The attack is naturally mainly based on your Har Village. I think, as soon as you appear, the murderer in the wasteland promises to escape."

Yingzi glanced at the old dog with disdainful eyes, too lazy to hide and seek with them, and said lightly: "Har Village has more than half of its casualties, and it is time to rest and recuperate, so we don't need to predict our share in this joint operation. If you destroy Tianlang Village, you don't need to divide the property and horses.

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The wrinkles on the old dog's face were caused by suppressing his anger. He looked down on women at first. Today he asked him to condescend to invite Ying Zizi to join the joint camp, but it was nothing more than the power of her and the iron-clad men. Now Ying Zizi is not only not flattered, but also refuses with great power.

Ying Zizi obviously saw the old dog's expression, but she didn't agree. She clapped her hands and said, "Dear patriarchs, please come back. I hope you can win the championship and succeed. Harzhai has shortage of food and clothing recently, so I won't leave you for dinner, iron clothes, and see off guests."

The old dog's face was as gloomy as the dark clouds in June: "Are all the men in Harzhai dead? How can women make decisions in a huge village?"

Ying Zizi was most annoyed by the provocations and disagreements of these patriarchal old men, and said bluntly: "Do you not understand human words?"

The old dog finally couldn't bear it anymore, slapped the table twice, and shouted furiously: "It's too presumptuous, too presumptuous."

Ying Zizi's eyes turned cold, and she stared at the old dog like a knife and said:

"Old dog, what do you mean?"

The old dog stood up, pointed his finger at Yingzizi, and shouted: "Is it rude and shameless, a woman dares to shout at us tribe leaders. Is there any reason for it? Tell you, with my order, two thousand people can immediately flatten your Harzhai."

The burly men behind him took a few steps forward to strengthen the old dog's momentum, and their right hands were used to touch the short knife to the waist.

When the eighteen iron-clothed men saw the big men making some moves, their eyes flashed, and they attacked them, and their bodies moved slightly. They all bullied themselves, stretched out their hands and legs, and threw the big men in front of them to the ground. At the same time, their waists flashed out and pressed against them, so that they did not dare to make any moves.

The same action shows different levels.

More than a dozen patriarchs did not expect that the Eighteen Iron Clothes were so strong, so they quickly showed fear and took a few steps back.

Ying Zizi stared at the old dog with cold eyes and said with a strong momentum: "Straighten Harzhai? Even the sky wolf can't do it, so what can you do to me? Tell you, although Harzhai is

There are two hundred people left, but it is still more than enough to destroy Wuzhuo Village. Why don’t you give it a try?"

When the old dog saw other pampered patriarchs who were afraid of the eighteen iron-clothed clothes, and this was Harzhai, which was difficult to please him. So he looked at Yingzizi hatefully and said with anger: "Okay, you are determined not to join the war. There is no longer a friendly relationship between the villages and Harzhai. I hope you will take care of yourself."

Ying Zizi snorted heavily, flashed a hidden knife and nailed it to the table, and said with a sneer: "Friendly relationship? Have you ever had it? Where were you when Harzhai and Tianlang were fighting bloody battles? You are still watching the fire from the other side of the river, and I wish I could die together, a group of hypocritical hypocrites."

The old dog couldn't even succeed in his talk, so he had to look at Yingzizi resentfully and said, "Without Harzhai, we will still pull out Tianlang Village. I don't believe that more than two thousand passionate men can't beat the wounded soldiers and generals of Tianlang Village."

Ying Zizi shook her head gently and hit the old dog: "To be honest, you really can't beat them. If you don't believe it, let's go and see. Maybe you have more than 2,000 people killed and turned into more than 2,000 corpses. By then, your tribe members won't have so many coffins, so don't say I didn't remind you."

The old dog 'slap' to the ground and cursed: "The Witch." Then he turned around and left with a dozen old men, thinking in his heart that when the Tianlang Village is destroyed, he will also pull out Har Village by the way to avoid being upset when he sees it.

Seeing the old dog and the others leaving Harzhai, Ying Zizi couldn't help but shook her head: "A group of old guys who dig their own graves!"

A iron-clothed man stepped on it, frowned, and said with some concern: "There are indeed more than 2,000 young and strong men in the dozen villages. The old dog did not blow water at all. Chu Tian and the others, who were seriously injured in their energy, did not know whether they could withstand the attack?"
Chapter completed!