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No one knows more about the status of the Murong family than Meng Yizhao.

Ever since he started thinking about the 'tomb', what he had previously only had a small amount of understanding has become detailed.

Although the 'tomb' is an organization of the Murong family, it is actually just a cover. It is not difficult to imagine who is behind it.

In a country, which ZF would allow such an intelligence organization to appear in its jurisdiction?

So 'Tomb' is just an official organization hidden in the dark under the banner of private from beginning to end.

And the Murong family became a target.

How many years has the "tomb" existed, since when, and how long has it been hidden in the darkness that no one has ever seen, few people know now, and no one cares.

The superiors only thought about how to use the sword, while some strategists thought about how to make the sword their own.

Now, there is only one person left in the Murong family.

But what are the dead ones?

They left no names in history, and no trace of major events, although those successes were paved with their blood.

And Liao Chen is the person who is in direct contact with Murong's family now, and is also the director of the No. 9 Special Division directly under the Central Committee.

Meng Youzhao's face was already very dark, but after hearing these few words from the two of them, it became even more completely dark.

That brat Murong Ling actually compared himself to a dog, and Liao Chen really thought he was the master.

But Qian Shucheng was completely immersed in Murong Ling's words.

What do you mean Murong's house can be burned down?In his memory, Murong's house was only burned once, and that was before he was picked up by Murong Ling, and it should be the most helpless time in Murong Ling's life.

"Why are you thinking about it now? Don't you want things that don't belong to you?" Murong Ling seemed to be sitting in his living room with Liao Chen, drinking hot tea and chatting about homework, "Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

The question was like this, but without waiting for the other party's reply, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and politely handed it to Liao Chen.

"Do you want to root?"

Liao Chen waved his hand, signaling him to take it easy.

Murong Ling was no longer polite, and tapped the roots on his own, and glanced at the frowning sculpture man standing beside him.

"Aye is still so quiet."

The sculpted man frowned even tighter, as if trying to restrain himself from making conversation.

Murong Ling smiled and looked away, not expecting any response from this sculpture.

Ever since the two met, Aye has been a sculpture who cherishes words like gold and has an expressionless face. It is actually quite interesting to tease him a few words, but if you really want to chat with him, forget it.

Aye's full name is Wu Ye, and his background was covered up by Liao Chen. Murong Ling still doesn't know him very well, but he didn't focus on getting to know this person. It's like who would take the initiative to know the ancestor of a watchdog What exactly is the eighteenth generation?

Murong Ling noticed him because his name was really funny, Wu Ye, sobbing.

Countless people used to laugh at him for this, but now, those people's graves should be as tall as one person.

Liao Chen picked up the slightly cold tea in front of him, took a small sip, the tea was barely in his mouth, and then stopped, as if remembering something, he put the teacup on the table and did not move again.

"My life has not been in vain. What I should have and what I want have been held in my hands. Even if I am abandoned by the country now, there is nothing to say."

Murong Ling: "I really didn't expect that you would accept your fate so easily."

"In my whole life." Liao Chen looked directly into Murong Ling's eyes with unusual concentration. When he looked carefully, it seemed that he was looking at another person far away through those eyes. "I only did one thing that I regretted once."

Murong Ling rolled his eyes, and his smiling face made Liao Chen a little dazed.

"You even regret it sometimes."

Liao Chen: "People are not sages, I also have regrets, regrets."

"tell me the story."

"I regret it very much." Liao Chen withdrew his meaningful eyes little by little, focused on the face of the person in front of him, and then said without hesitation, "You were spared at that time."

Murong Ling laughed out loud, "Which time did you say that?"

After finishing speaking, Murong Ling seemed to regret asking this sentence again, feeling that it was unnecessary to ask this question, and changed his words: "Forget it, no matter how much you regret about the past, it is already like this now."

Liao Chen: "It is said that you look a lot like Murong Yu, but your personality is much different."

Murong Ling fiddled with the cigarette in his hand, watching the curling white smoke rising slowly, and then scattered to every corner of the room, even the air in the stuffy room became more and more stale.

Liao Chen was smoking second-hand smoke, and he also cast his eyes on the white smoke, and continued, "Although Murong Yu's death was caused by me, I think Murong Yu is the most suitable person to lead the 'tomb'."

"So you are afraid that he will really take the 'tomb' as the Murong family's own property."

Liao Chen smiled: "There is nothing to be afraid of. I don't know if Murong Yu has this heart. We have known each other for so many years. Even if for some reason, we can't go out to drink and chat in public, our relationship is not ordinary. Comparable."

Murong Ling sneered, it doesn't matter, at best, it's better to burn it clean.

Liao Chen: "What is the difference between Meng Tingye and what I used to do now? If Murong Yu is still here, do you think that old guy from the Meng family would join hands with you in such a friendly manner and fight against me together?"

Murong Ling didn't answer.

If Murong Yu was really still around, nothing would have happened now, so why would he cooperate with the Meng family?

Cooperating with the Meng family meant that Murong Ling had given up all his decisions.

Liao Chen raised his head and looked at Murong Ling again.

Murong Ling's appearance has always been very good-looking, from the eyebrows to the bridge of the nose, he is very similar to Murong Yu.

Looking through the white mist rising from the cigarette, in a daze, it seemed that he and Murong Yu were sitting in an airtight room many years ago.

The lighting in that room was not so dim, and although the overall decoration was simple, it was clean and spotless.

At that time, Liao Chen had just taken over the Nine Offices, and it was also the first time he knew that the man who controlled the 'tomb' that made people gnash his teeth was such a handsome man.

He originally thought that the leader of such an organization, even if he didn't have a green face and fangs, would still have to be full of aura, so that he, a director who had just taken office, would be given a blow.

But nothing.

Murong Yu was smiling, with a gentle voice, and his slender eyes were crooked when he smiled. His approachable appearance was very much like a good-tempered professor in the school.

He clearly remembered the state of mind when he saw Murong Yushi.

There is surprise, and there is also surprise.

How did it change in the end?

Liao Chen sorted out the mixed feelings in his heart and said, "Time is the cruelest thing in this world. Humans always feel that they are special and cannot be changed. In the end, everything has changed beyond recognition."

Murong Ling crushed the cigarette butt in his hand directly on the coffee table, and there was another black mark on the dilapidated coffee table.

"People always look forward."

Liao Chen shook his head with a smile: "When I was your age, I was far behind you. I have to say that family background is really important."

"You see, when the children of ordinary people are still struggling to climb up at the bottom of society, you are already standing in a position that others can't reach in their entire lives."

Murong Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and the long and dense eyelashes cast gray-black shadows on the eye sockets, making his eyes even deeper.

He fiddled with the forehead lighter in his hand calmly, not paying any attention to how much irony was implied in this sentence.

Liao Chen filled his cup with hot tea, looked at the floating and sinking tea leaves in a daze for a moment, then picked up the cup and drank the tea in one gulp.

"A Ling, do you hate me?"

For some reason, the originally deep voice became hoarse after being moistened by the tea.

As soon as these words came out, the room suddenly fell silent.

In such a sultry environment coupled with an increasingly stiff atmosphere, even Aye next to him began to feel uncontrollable anxiety in his heart.

The 'click' sound from the lighter hit the heart one after another, and it seemed that what the flint ignited was not the kerosene inside, but the darkness hidden in the deepest part of my heart.

The time that was going by so fast was suddenly pressed the slow down button, and the old man was dragged every second.

When Murong Ling spoke again, Ah Ye and the people on the other side of the monitor breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Not to mention hate."

Murong Ling took out another cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, the smoke began to invade the only bit of clean air in the room again.

Liao Chen said: "As expected, you are from the Murong family. Nothing can enter your heart. It's really cold."

Murong Ling smiled: "Why, shouldn't you praise me for being kind? This can be scolded?"

"More than ten years ago, I didn't intend to attack the Murong family. Do you know what caused the Murong family to become like this?" Liao Chen got up and moved his muscles and bones that had been hardened by sitting for too long. "Because you arrogance."

Murong Ling remained silent.

Liao Chen continued: "You may think that this is just an excuse I made for myself, but think about it, how many people are left from Murong's family to Murong Yu's generation, and how many people are left to you?"

"Is what I did too cruel, or is your family doomed to come to this point?"

"Although the 'tomb' has always been in your family's hands, in the final analysis he is a sharp sword of the superior. In history, generals have never had a good end, let alone your sword that can kill the lord at any time."

Qian Shucheng squeezed the earphones hard, and turned his gaze to Meng Yanzhao who was sitting in the chief seat.

Isn't their target also the 'tomb'?

For the sake of the 'tomb', Liao Chen could set fire to the house and kill everyone in Murong's family.

Although Meng Youzhao's approach was very tactful, and he didn't see any murderous intentions towards Murong Ling at present, but if it was really like what Liao Chen said, which high-ranking person would sleep soundly on the side of the couch with such a hidden danger.

But if Murong Ling didn't hand over the 'tomb', would he end his life with an accident like Murong Yu did.

Qian Shucheng's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind, but he couldn't think of any way out.

He hadn't recovered his mood yet, and continued to listen to Liao Chen's non-stop speeches. The door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the scalding heat wave swept in the few people sitting by the door.

"Surnamed Meng, don't you fucking take Murong Ling's life as human life!"