The personal security of the beautiful president

But here, Ding Zhe turned around and left the hotel.

Ding Zhe arrived at Jin's house in an extended Bentley.

Once you enter the lobby.

I saw the Jin family gathered together up and down.

It turns out that the conflict between the Jin family and the first sword of Han Jingfu in Xiliao Kingdom is well known.

In order to deal with this conflict.

Jin Wannian has really found quite a few martial arts masters in the past few days.

Since the Jin family has the closest relationship with the Dragon Kingdom, most of these fighters are actually from the Dragon Kingdom...

Now everyone is sitting together and discussing countermeasures.

During this period, the head of the family, Jin Wannian, sat at the top.

Beside him, a young girl with white skin and beautiful face was standing there in a long red dress.

The look of looking forward to the gods has really attracted a lot of attention.

I saw Ding Zhe walk in.

Jin Wannian hurriedly got up: "Mr. Ding, you are here, please take a seat!"

The identity of Demon Long Shuai is kept secret.

So Jin Wannian still called Ding Zhe Mr. Ding in front of people.

"it is good!"

Ding Zhe walked over calmly and sat beside Jin Wannian.

He saw Ding Zhe sitting there carelessly.

Jin Wannian said to the girl again: "Qiaoru, serve tea to Mr. Ding!"

"Yes, Grandpa!"

The young girl beside Jin Wannian, that is, Jin Qiaoru, looked Ding Zhe up and down arrogantly, and then the arrogance and disdain on her face disappeared in a flash.

The beautiful and sexy little mouth is even slightly raised.

Then, he picked up the silver teapot on the coffee table next to him, poured a cup of tea for Ding Zhe, and put it there: "Mr. Ding, drink tea!"

That tone was full of contempt and contempt!

Of course Ding Zhe doesn't have the same knowledge as her.

He came to kill.

If it weren't for the fact that the Jin family has always had a good relationship with the Dragon Kingdom, and in a sense it was the agent of the Dragon Kingdom in the West Liao Kingdom, he wouldn't even bother to take care of the Jin family's affairs, so he would have killed him directly.

So just smile lightly.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe's expression angered a young man below.

This young man has a hulking back, sharp eyes, and a soft sword straddling his waist.

At first glance, he looks like a trainer.

He hurriedly got up, cupped his hands to Jin Wannian, then turned to Ding Zhe and said, "Warriors in Xialong Kingdom are nicknamed Qin Nan, the one who threw the stele. Dare I ask what is the name of this brother?"

"Ding Zhe!"

Ding Zhe just replied nonchalantly.

"Ding Zhe?" Qin Nan smiled proudly, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of your name in the martial arts world of Longguo, why are you sitting next to Miss Qiaoru?"

"That's right!" Several other Dragon Kingdom warriors around Qin Nan shook their heads in contempt: "We are all well-known figures in the Dragon Kingdom martial arts circle."

"None of us sat next to Miss Qiaoru, how dare you, a little-known little person, sit here, come down for me!"

"That's right, come down!"

"Did you hear me!"

"What about you, don't be ignorant of flattery!"

Several experts in the so-called Longguo martial arts circle angrily reprimanded Ding Zhe.

But Ding Zhe acted as if he didn't hear it, and just scanned everyone with scrutiny.

"What are you looking at, boy, I let you come down to give old man Jin face, otherwise, I will slap you down!"

"Did you hear me, don't toast and eat fine wine!"

Seeing that Ding Zhe didn't move, the experts in the martial arts circle of Longguo became angry.

Jin Wannian was terrified when he saw it.

He knew too well the energy of the master beside him.

Just kidding, such a thing is being spread almost all over the world now.

That is, about a week ago.

On a road in Ninghai, a coastal city in Longguo.

The devil Long Shuai and his eighteen raptors, with the power of only 19 people.

Defeat the three thousand undercover warriors of the Western Liao Kingdom.

Beheaded one thousand and eight, captured one thousand and two.

For this reason, the West Liao Kingdom paid a ransom of tens of billions.

And the year before, this master led six raptors in New York of the Aslan Empire, smashing the Flame Dragon Knights in that country.

The prestige of humanoid nuclear weapons is not built.

This time, in the conflict between himself and the First Sword of Xiliao Hanjing Mansion, he never dreamed that he would invite this great god.

So he didn't want the warriors to offend Ding Zhe because of their status.

At that moment, he hurriedly got up and said: "Everyone, everyone, give this old man a face, let this matter be like this!"

The meaning of Jin Wannian is very simple.

Status matters aside.

Everyone, don't get angry.

"Humph!"

I saw Jin Wannian looking at everyone beggingly.

Qin Nan snorted and sat there, but still looked at Ding Zhe with disdain.

The remaining dragon warriors also sat down one after another, but they looked at Ding Zhe with dissatisfaction.

And then, Jin Wannian's move made several people even more unconvinced.

It turned out that after Jin Wannian saw all the warriors sitting down, he turned to his granddaughter Jin Qiaoru and said, "Qiaoru, serve Mr. Ding with the highest etiquette in the Western Liao Kingdom!"

"Ugh, grandpa!"

When Jin Qiaoru heard this, her cheeks turned red, she stared blankly at her grandfather: "You, you..."

"This is a family order, there must be no mistake!" Jin Wannian snapped.

"Oh yes!"

Jin Qiaoru dare not say anything.

She just glanced at Ding Zhe with resentful eyes, then walked over gracefully, her knees softened, and she knelt down beside Ding Zhe's chair.

At the same time, she stretched out her snow-white wrist and took off Ding Zhe's shoes and socks.

The trousers are rolled up.

She herself leaned against Ding Zhe's feet, curled up and snuggled up there.

The surrounding Dragon Kingdom warriors became even more mad when they saw this move.

It turned out that only members of the royal family of the Western Liao Kingdom were eligible to enjoy this way of welcoming distinguished guests.

But now Jin Wannian is using it to greet an unknown kid.

What's even more exasperating.

Judging by the clothes and grooming of this guy, he is just a poor guy.

From everyone's point of view, Jin Wannian made it clear that he didn't take everyone seriously.

So everyone's face was a little displeased.

Here, Jin Wannian felt a little helpless when he saw everyone's appearance.

No way, earlier he didn't know that the devil Long Shuai would agree to his invitation.

If you know it.

He would never invite these wine bags and rice bags at all.

Isn't it enough to have the devil Long Shuai alone?

However, at this moment, it's too late for him to say anything.

Just trying to figure out how to explain this.

Unexpectedly, at this time, suddenly, another voice came from outside the main hall: "Li Zhengyi, the number one sword envoy of Hanjing Mansion in Western Liao Kingdom, has arrived!"

The voice just fell.

Just hear it!

boom!

A loud bang!

Then he saw that the attendant of the Jin family who was in charge of delivering the message was kicked up from under the hall.

Don't wait for people to react.

Then I saw a man in black clothes striding up.

What makes everyone feel eerie is that.

Accompanied by this man's walking.

The floor tiles under his feet were cracked piece by piece.

This person is Li Zhengyi, the emissary of the first sword of Han Jingfu in the Western Liao Kingdom.

He came forward and looked at Jin Wannian with haughty eyes: "Old Jin, your nephew offended my family's No. [-] sword, what is the matter!"

"Uh?"

Jin Wannian's face was sallow, and he looked at Li Zhengyi in embarrassment: "I have already apologized to the old Mr. Yijian for this matter, and I have also decided to spend tens of billions to compensate your family for the loss..."

"Apologize, lose money?" Li Zhengyi sneered: "Do you think these are enough to make up for my master's face?"

"Uh, this?"

Jin Wannian looked at Li Zhengyi in embarrassment: "I don't know how the old Mr. First Sword will let me go."

"Two options."

Li Zhengyi stretched out two fingers: "The first choice, the first sword, the old man himself, kills in your Jinfu for 5 minutes, and after 5 minutes, this account will be written off!

"Uh." Jin Wannian's face turned green when he heard that.

The sword of Lee Jae-hyung, the first sword of Han Jingfu, became famous.

If you let him kill up and down the Jin Mansion for 5 minutes.

I don't know how many people are left in the Jin family.

So he asked: "Dare to ask, honorable envoy, what about the second choice?"

"Second choice."

Li Zhengyi sneered, pointed at Jin Qiaoru who was curled up beside Ding Zhe and said, "My master likes you girl, let me take her back, and I will have nothing to do with your Jin family from now on!"

When Jin Wannian heard this, he couldn't help frowning, and turned to look at Jin Qiaoru.

The latter immediately looked at Jin Wannian pitifully: "Grandpa..."

"Qiaoru, don't blame grandpa." Jin Wannian sighed.

Turn around and agree to Li Zhengyi.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "Actually, there is another choice."

"Huh?" Li Zhengyi turned around and glared at Ding Zhe: "You are that green onion, how dare you meddle in the affairs of our First Sword Family and the Jin Family!"

"Ding Zhe in Jiangnan Province, Halong Kingdom!" Ding Zhe stood up proudly.

"Ding Zhe?" Li Zheng glanced at Ding Zhe.

Then he took a sharp breath: "You, you are Ding Zhe..."

"Not bad!"

The next moment, Li Zhengyi couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Pointing at Ding Zhe tremblingly, "You, you are Ding Zhe..."