Protector of the Country Dragon Emperor

Song Yibing took Tianlang, Ah Fu and others and left the building dejectedly.

In fact, the Tianjia just bought this building and gave it to Song Yibing, so that she could make a difference in business and assist the Tianjia in the layout of Yanhuang.

After all, with the general trend of Yanhuang, if you want to have a strong voice, you cannot rely on force alone. You also need strong financial resources. Without strong financial resources as a support, even the top masters cannot afford it!

In addition, if you want those deep-rooted family forces to follow the footsteps of the Tian family, just painting the cake will not last long. The shark cannot see the blood and is too lazy to move.

So in the final analysis, just like the competition between countries, the final battle is economic and financial resources.

But today, a dollar of the commercial building bought for more than one billion dollars was lost.

Song Yibing didn't even know how to explain it to the Tian family.

After walking out of the building, Song Yibing immediately called her husband Tian Zijun.

With seven points fake and three points genuine crying, he said: "Husband, something happened, our building was robbed."

On the other end, Tianzijun didn't take it seriously at all: "Honey, are you talking nonsense? With the current status of the Tian family, who dares to rob our family's things? Let me tell you, I just got the news, Jiu Chitose's condition has worsened, and it is estimated that it will be today. Countless people have rushed over. My second uncle and the others are ready for everything. They only need the east wind today. When the universe strikes, my second uncle will belong to the world, and the entire Yanhuang will belong to me. From the Tian family, whoever dares to take something from our family will be sent back ten times a hundred times on their knees."

Song Yibing was slightly startled. Is nine thousand years old today?

In this way, even if the devil is not dead and the female marshal is not dead, there will be no trouble.

Okay, then just endure it for one more day.

Wait until tomorrow, and Wang Hongluan will be asked to take back the money with interest!

At this time, Tianzijun asked casually: "My dear, who dares to offend you and rob the building?"

Song Yibing said: "Wang Hongluan! The Demon King's wife! By the way, the Demon King is not dead, he has appeared!"

"Dangdang!"

There was a sound of something falling over.

Song Yibing quickly called her husband several times, and then heard the other end ask urgently: "Are you sure that is the Demon King? And not someone pretending to be? After all, the Demon King sneaked to Yuankong Island quietly, leaving a substitute in the public It’s also very common in the field of vision.”

Song Yibing said: "No way, Wang Hongluan's mouth was swollen from kissing someone. It's impossible for her to kiss a substitute, right? Otherwise, wouldn't the sacrifice be too big? In addition, the Demon King said, our Tian family's I wonder if it’s true that the Twelve Gods of Death will never come back?”

There was another "bang" sound from the other side.

Song Yibing recognized that it was the sound of a chair turning over, so Tian Zijun's chair turned over twice.

"Let's not talk about it for now. I'm going to confirm this."

Tianzijun hurriedly hung up the phone.

Then call Tianyixiao.

At this time, Tian Yixiao, Mrs. Qiangwei, and several top bodyguards had arrived outside the Banshan Residence where Wei Zhongcheng lived.

At this time, Banshanju is packed with people.

Countless official officials came, and people from thousands of miles away also came after hearing the news, and most of them brought wreaths of condolence with the words written on them.

Is it ridiculous?

No one is dead yet, and wreaths are already everywhere.

There is no other way. I heard that the wreaths in Shangjing have been ordered out for a long time. A real one is hard to find, and the price is skyrocketing.

People who came from other places could only bring their own wreaths, and they could deliver them quickly after Jiu Qian died.

People who treat patients who are nine thousand years old shake their heads and sigh when they come out of the room.

The meaning has been conveyed long ago: time is running out, just within one or two hours!

Tian Yixiao was already excited. He thought he would have to wait for a few days, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't have to wait for a few days.

Mrs. Qiangwei even whispered: "Palace Master, more than [-]% of those who come here to express condolences are on our side. This is the general trend. The remaining ones are either middle-of-the-road idlers or powerful figures from a few families." Diehards, but with their influence, they can be ignored.”

Tian Yixiao wanted to laugh, but held back.

At this moment, Tian Zijun's call came in: "Second uncle, the devil is not dead and is currently in Jiangzhou."

"What did you say?"

Tian Yixiao had been holding back his laughter just now, but now he stopped laughing completely.

"According to what the Demon King said, the Twelve Gods of Death will never come back."

"Let me check immediately and contact the Twelve Killing Gods."

After hanging up the phone, Mrs. Qiangwei asked in surprise: "Palace Master, what's wrong?"

When she learned that the Demon King was not dead and appeared in Jiangzhou, her expression also changed drastically.

Not long after, news came from the Tian family that the Twelve Gods of Killing could not be contacted since last night, and news came from the Yuankong Island Tongzhou Association that the yacht transporting the Twelve Gods of Killing confirmed that something had happened and that the people on the yacht , all lost contact.

Ten minutes later, confirmed news came: Someone on Yuankong Island discovered the bodies of four killing gods.

It was washed up on the shore of Yuankong Island by the waves.

The ace killer god that Tianjia worked so hard to cultivate actually died.

how can that be possible?

If the Twelve Killing Gods, Twelve Divine Generals, and Twelve Martial Saints act together, who can kill them?

As for the news coming from Yuankong Island, the corpse looked like it had been bitten to death by some kind of animal.

This is even more incredible.

The Demon King is not dead, but the Twelve Killing Gods are dead. What about the female marshal? Is she dead?

Tian Yixiao felt that something had gone awry.

Mrs. Qiangwei comforted: "Palace Master, don't be anxious. Everything is ready now. All we need is the east wind. Even if the Twelve Killing Gods are dead, and even if the Demon King and the female marshal are lucky enough to be alive, they will definitely not live to be nine thousand years old! No matter what, they will definitely not live to be nine thousand years old!" , we have borrowed this general trend, the general trend has been established, these people are our people, nothing else matters! When the palace master ascends to the throne, are you afraid that there will be no masters at the martial saint level to serve? Even the Demon King and the female marshal , I’m afraid I’ll have to bow my head when the time comes and be used by the palace master.”

Tian Yixiao thought it was right and calmed down.

In fact, it's already a done deal.

Two hours passed.

However, the sound of mourning was still not heard from Banshan Residence.

Another two hours passed, and Nine Thousand Years Old had not yet died.

Everyone was waiting impatiently.

There is no resting place around this mountain residence, not even a stool. After standing for several hours, my calves will cramp. Besides, the people who come here are all well-known people, and they are basically not young. The younger ones are not qualified to come, and later on, they will simply suffer.

Someone asked the doctor who came out: How about nine thousand years old? When will you die?

The doctors all said: It’s coming soon, it’s coming soon!

What should I do? I can only wait!

As a result, it lasted until [-] o'clock in the middle of the night. The doctor even said that it would be over soon, but he still wouldn't die!

Located in the middle of the mountain.

Wei Zhongcheng was lying on the bed.

Standing next to her was the young woman's aunt Mu Xunshuang.

"Mr. Wei, how do you feel now?"

"Very good! It's just that I've been craving for cigarettes since I lay down for a long time."

Mu Xunshuang smiled and said, "I'll close the door. You stand up and walk around, smoke a cigarette and then continue to lie down."

Wei Zhongcheng said: "It's done!"

When An Xiaoyue closed the doors and windows, Wei Zhongcheng jumped up.

His eyes are shining brightly, and his spirit is excellent. How can he look like a dying person?