Chapter 40: The Bite Marks of Love and Ignorance 1
Rhaegar's expression was like seeing a little butterfly with nectar in front of her: "As long as Kolaus and them make a scene like this, Lan Seqi's little ghost will definitely not be able to hang his face, and Ren will definitely favor Lan Seki, so that she will lose some internal faction support." β
Ryusunan said proudly: "The beauty of this strategy doesn't stop there. It can continue to expand and make those military generals suspicious of each other. Eventually, Frey-Feyton had no control over her ambitious men, especially Luciano. β
Crimon took the opportunity to say: "The domino effect is that the military power controlled by the galactic community will definitely weaken or outflow, coupled with the intensifying 'Red Revolution 1 Life' on the border, it will definitely cause turmoil in people's hearts, and when the time comesββ"
Rhaegar said meaningfully: "We must move quickly, the packaging must be beautiful, and we must definitely be guided by the will of the masses." Only in this way will we always be able to capture the masses, unlike MΓ©tis who is only clever and forgets that what the people hate most is a leader who can be above all living beings everywhere. β
He turned to the man sitting in the corner, his face hidden in the shadows, "Vizho, your strength is still that proportional number?" β
"If you can talk about Gree and Luciano, it can be expected to increase to a quarter. But the two of them listened to Xia Kulin, and Xia Kulin was Lan Seqi's best friend, so it might be very hard to operate. I tried my best to see. β
"Maybe you have to use the bloodline of the six great families, right?"
"That's useless, everyone knows that the Ma Minshan family has always been insulated from politics."
Lu Sunan smiled secretly: "Because of this, the other five families will have no intention of being wary of the Ma Minshan family, which is just convenient for you to listen and act." β
The man sitting in the shadows bowed slightly: "But you all have to remember that my identity in the Star Clan Autonomous Party must be kept completely secret. I can only connect internally with a nickname. β
"Of course, 'cloudy.'"
Rhaegar grinned brightly and said, "This is the end of today's meeting, and you must go down through the secret door, especially on a cloudy day." β
"Yo, why?"
Rhaegar laughed even more pleasantly: "Because, in a moment I have a guest, the first seat of the Lord of the Galactic Community, Van Oelin Ren. β
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"You really don't need this data?"
"I know her in more detail than any data or account," said Babunt firmly. β
Farlain smiled and put the disk on the table: "In that case, I can only wish you good luck. β
Babon looked at her right hand, "I'm not going to let her succeed a second time." β
Falaine said a little coldly, "If necessary, protect yourself first." Our revolution still needs you. β
Babon shook and stared at Falane for a long time before turning to leave.
Falaine looked out the window uncomfortably as he saw Savant step onto a personal flyer and quickly disappear from his sight.
He muttered and was about to leave the living room, when he noticed a stranger in a black velvet coat with eyes full of the rise and fall of the world. He only knew that this was not just a superpower, but the surrounding atmosphere was full of transcendent photons.
"How did you get in?"
Lucifer tilted his head and said playfully, "I spent one night playing around this planet, but I didn't expect the connection point to be your home." Is Babon there? β
"She's just gone."
"Where to go?"
Falane shook his head: "I don't know. β
Lucifer stared at him, his eyes darker and darker, like a night without stars.
After a while, he said with satisfaction: "It turns out that she has gone to find an old enemy, which is good!" β
"How do you know?"
"If you know who I am, you know it's impossible to deceive me β isn't it true that my third novel is about me?"
After saying the last word, Lucifer was gone, leaving Farlaine in the living room, confused and bewitched, muttering to himself, "My third novel? "The Demon King's Verdict"? Could it be that he's..."
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"There were three men coming down the ladder on the top floor of his house."
Although Van Oelin had long been aware of Leola's abilities, she still couldn't help but feel incomprehensible: "Your Majesty, how do you know? β
Leora said, "From now on, you can no longer call me Your Majesty. I used spatial perspective a little bit. Hold my hand, and I can trace the forms of these three men in your mind. β
Van Oelin closed her eyes and accepted the message from Leola safely: "Ah, that's Cremun, the president of the Second Party of the Star Clan; Oh, the man with the scar on his left cheek is Lusunan, their commander-in-chief. What, the third man, it turned out to be him! β
Leola watched Van Olin's expression change from suspicion to suspicion, he stopped chanting, and said softly: "What's the matter, who is the third person?" β
Van Oelin's face was disgraced, and she felt a sense of shame that she had been deceived for so long. Word by word, she said slowly and coldly, "That man is Wizho Maminshan. For a long time, we have regarded it as the 513th generation of the Maminshan family, the most peaceful and serene of the six major families. He was the second most powerful man under the patriarch Charlo Maminshan, and he was also a good friend of me and Lanserki. β
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She closed her eyes at 12G's acceleration, the almost blood-bursting speed that made her feel very uncomfortable, but she gritted her teeth and turned the meter up to a higher 15Gβshe had long learned to play with her senses in pain, and sometimes she was horrified by her own almost insane paranoia, which was a kind of bizarre addiction to savor...
As if refusing something, she shook her head violently. Perhaps, the underlying meaning of self-torture hints at cleansing the lowly feelings left over from that incident. At the very least, self-abuse is less disgusting than being toyed with by "her".
She looked at the light net, and had come to the Oemink Mountains on the outer edge of the capital's border, and after adjusting the direction of the pivot, Babon drove resolutely to the northwest.
Pulling on the large purple sunset in front of him, Perslin Rhaegar tried his best to put a clear and sincere expression on his face. The communicator on his wrist and the bell on the door rang at the same time, and he quietly cut off the source of the telegram on his way to greet the guests, while trying to make his welcome more warm.
"Please, Councillor Ryan, truly unexpected supreme glory. I've been looking forward to this moment for a long time that you can't even estimate. β