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Nan Dushuang has her own henchmen, and by eating [KEKR210], the adjutant who was fascinated by her has already inquired clearly.

A month ago, Shang Xiang parted ways with Kunta with enough money and secretly ran away from the CIS countries.

At this moment, Shang Xiang is already in an autonomous republic in the CIS.

Nan Dushuang also didn't understand why so many happy countries in the world didn't run, but Shang Xiang, a woman, wanted to run the politically unstable CIS autonomous country.

Sick, this woman!

At the moment, Kunta was thinking about something else.

Kun Ta didn't know what his fate would be after he surrendered, or like Kun Sha, the great drug king of the Golden Triangle, he was placed under house arrest in a huge villa in southern Burma and died in retirement.

But at that time, Kunsha was already in his 70s, and he Shangguang Kunta was only 28 years old now.

It's not what scares him the most, it's Xiao Ai that scares him the most.

But if he is under house arrest without parole, Xiao Ai will wait for him for the rest of his life, unwilling to get married, he is afraid, afraid that that beautiful Xiao Ai will slowly age because of him, aging to the point that his face is full of wrinkles and he will die alone.

But in any case, it must be said after tonight.

"Kunta, Kunta!"

Nan Dushuang's words pulled him back to reality, "My eldest uncle should enter the Golden Triangle area, Kunta, can I get in touch with him?" With a specific communication phone? ”

Nan Dusk asked to talk to the eight-faced Buddha.

"Yes, the specific phone number is 842-211-376, you can contact him and ask him how long he has to arrive." Kunta and Yue were paralyzed by Nan Dushuang, "I still have to go to Zhang Luo, you can play by yourself." ”

Kunta's eyes were deep, looking at Nan Dushuang, who was immersed in the joy of the bride, and happily ran to call Nan Duchen, and quietly followed.

This woman, after tonight, will be sent by him to Manufo City to be the cultivation toy of the high priest.

Nan Dusk returned to her new house happily.

In the wedding room, the conversation whispered, and Kunta adjusted the headset and listened cautiously.

Specific satellite communications, each one, Kunta has a monitor, people who walk the blade, one wrong step will be splashed with blood five steps, must be thoughtful.

"Uncle, you say, can Kunta and I go smoothly for tonight's wedding?" Nan Dushuang is not stupid, she has some numbers in her heart, and she is becoming more and more bottomless.

"None of them are stupid, and we hope that Kunta will not play tricks." Nan Duchen said on the other end of the phone, "But if he dares to play tricks, then tonight will be his death." ”

"Don't ...... Don't kill him, don't kill him anyway........" Nan Dushuang begged the eight-faced Buddha on the phone, "I love him, no matter which side you win tonight, I just want him to be safe." ”

"Idiot! Lao Tzu has cultivated you all these years, and you have forgotten, you are for a man, and now beg me, ah? The eight-faced Buddha at the other end scolded Nan Dushuang very unceremoniously, "Stupid woman, do you think you can control Kunta?" You can't even control the Nan Twilight now, and you're still self-righteous! ”

After scolding, Nan Duchen hung up the phone with a bang, and Nan Duchen bit her lower lip, her face flushed.

Kunta was in the dark, smiling.

Tonight is destined to be a night of slaughter, no less bloody than the night of the Massacre of St. Bartholomew in 1527.

The man arrived alone in the church where the wedding was to be held tonight, a white-domed Gothic building that was some years old, a religious remnant of the colonial period, and covered with vines.