He looked down at Meow Seventeen, a trace of arrogance appeared between his eyebrows, and he hooked his lips and said, "If I don't do this, when we meet later, he will directly open his mouth and give my daughter to me as his wife, then I will be the one who is so angry that he wants to kill." I thought about it, between me being mad and they being mad, or is it better for them to be mad, what do you think? ”

What can Meow Seventeen say?

She was originally disgusted with Su Qingqing, and she favored Brother Ah Li, so she naturally hoped that Su Qingqing would be angry with Brother Ah Li.

It's just—

"I'm just a little worried about you, Brother Li."

According to her own understanding, she analyzed, "Originally, if you showed the body of a golden dragon, Zhao Lichuan would choose to cooperate with you, after all, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, and he is very likely to choose to overthrow the emperor's rule with you and share the world." In this way, you can be regarded as half a master in Weizhou City, and you can walk sideways. But now you offended Zhao Lichuan before you showed the body of the golden dragon, and threw him and his only daughter's face on the ground and stepped on it, he already hated you, I guess he will not only not cooperate with you, but will be deeply jealous of you - when you enter the city, I'm afraid that he will be the first to get rid of you, right? ”

"He didn't dare."

Murong Li rubbed her little head.

Her analysis was not wrong.

But she didn't know that in the face of absolute strength, all intrigues and tricks were useless.

If he was only a little stronger than Zhao Lichuan, Zhao Lichuan would definitely want to get rid of him, but if he reached a position that Zhao Lichuan couldn't reach, how could Zhao Lichuan attack him?

Besides, if Zhao Lichuan is stupid and chooses to kill him in this situation, then he has no choice but to kill Zhao Lichuan, take Weizhou City as his own, and be a soil emperor here.

Rubbing his chin, Murong Li suddenly felt that the idea of killing Zhao Lichuan was very good.

After a few days, his demonic power will stabilize, so he will consider killing Zhao Lichuan and replacing him, the feeling of being pressed on top of his head is really annoying......

At the same time, in the city of Weizhou.

Zhao Lichuan was deploying troops to arrest the city's citizens who spread "rumors", and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, always feeling that someone was plotting against him behind his back?

He looked down at the pile of notices that had been torn down by the soldiers and thrown into the flower hall, and the anger on his dark face was even worse.

Isn't there someone who is calculating him?

Otherwise, how did these notices come about!

He had already checked with the guards who went to Hongshi Mountain to carry out the massacre order that day, and everyone in Hongshi Mountain was exterminated, and none of them left alive, even the secret room in the back mountain mentioned in the notice They also went in and searched, and there was no one in it at all, and they also took out a box of silver that they took away in the secret room that day to testify, which shows that what they said is not a lie.

Therefore, there is no slip through the net to avenge grievances, there is only one possibility, that is, Murong Li is making trouble.

Thinking of Murong Li......

Zhao Lichuan eased his emotions and looked sideways at Zhao Qingqing, who was sitting on a pear blossom wooden chair covered with embroidered cushions.

Zhao Qingqing's little face was pale, and he didn't know if it was the sick appearance that he was infected with the wind and cold a few days ago, or he was angry by the words on this notice, in short, the miserable little white face at this time made people feel distressed, and the red eyes made his father's heart break.

He tried his best to make a kind expression and said softly, "Don't be afraid, with my father here, my father will definitely not let the people of Weizhou City say that you are not half a word." ”