Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Lord's Advance and Retreat

Fuso City.

The main hall of the owl gate.

The spacious main hall, which had been empty, actually gathered more than a hundred people on this day, gathered in piles of three or five, and whispered words. Although the main hall of Xiaomen is spacious, no matter how many hundreds of people there are, it is not crowded.

But the strange thing is that since the establishment of the Xiaomen, there has never been such a time as at this time, so many managers of the Xiaomen who have the right to speak have gathered together.

One hundred and four stewards up and down the gate today are all waiting quietly in the main hall, but these hundred or so stewards have very unsightly faces.

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"What a Li family! That kid was originally the one we originally planned to use at the Fusang Festival to contain the three major families for the master of the door, but now, he was lost by the waste of their Li family, if you want me to say, this is the Li family is playing tricks!"

"I just want to deliberately let people go, and wait for our Xiaomen to fight with the three of them to lose both, and the waste of their Li family will sit and reap the profits of the fishermen!"

Someone retorted.

"It can't be said that after Li Chen, the head of the Li family, defeated our master, his realm has plummeted, and his strength is not as good as before. ”

"But if the Li family wants to go against our Xiaomen, it will be too unwise, because even if their Li family wins, with the little bit of anger of the Li family, they will not be able to compete with the three major families. ”

"This is impossible for the Li family to think of. ”

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As soon as the bearded man who spoke before heard this, he didn't hit one place, and yelled at the middle-aged man who retorted:

"Zhang Lao Er, you fucking like to raise the bar with Lao Tzu, don't you?"

"Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, your daughter-in-law's surname is Li! It's the same nest as the Li family's group of bastards, looking at your mother's usual virtue of shouting five and six in front of me, in fact, you have already hugged the Li family's dog legs, right?"

The middle-aged man who was nicknamed Zhang Lao Er by the bearded man, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, his hands were behind his back, and he said lightly:

"Summer insects can't speak ice. ”

The bearded man who was said to be a summer worm by Zhang Lao Er, hearing this, coupled with the second Zhang Lao Qi's light and breezy appearance, became more and more angry.

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His brother was beheaded by the Li family ten years ago, so the bearded man hated the Li family the most, and anyone who had anything to do with the Li family hated it to the core. And this Zhang Lao Er, who has always agreed to cooperate with the Li family on weekdays, and disagrees with himself in everything, and now he says that he is a summer worm, can he fucking bear it? !

The bearded man stepped out suddenly, raised his right hand into a fist, and raised his hand to Zhang Lao Er to swing this powerful punch.

Zhang Lao Er did not avoid it, his right hand was clawed, and he pushed forward quickly.

I'm going to punch it hard.

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"Hungry?"

A cold voice rang out.

The voice was not loud or small, but the bearded man and Zhang Laoer, who were about to meet each other with their fists and claws, were so frightened that they hurriedly forcibly withdrew their hands, ignoring the reversal of the qi.

Outside the main hall, a woman in red with a beautiful face was looking coldly at everyone in the field.

Next to the woman, there was a little boy who was a head shorter than her, the little boy had a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes, and was looking at everyone in the main hall with a smile.

At this time, the bearded man and Zhang Lao Er didn't dare to have any other thoughts, so they fell to their knees with a plop and said in unison,

"Subordinate Zhang Ren, see the door master!"

"Subordinate Luo Yuan, see the door master!"

The one hundred and four stewards of Fusang City's gate all knelt down at the same time, and the sound was like thunder.

"See the master!"

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Dongfang Lan quietly looked at the one hundred and four stewards kneeling on the ground, and just said softly, "Get up." ”

The farce is over.

Dongfang Lan knew that today's deliberations in this hall should be very slow.

And the result was just as she expected.

On this day, more than 80 stewards of the Xiaomen proposed to Dongfang Fang Lan that the Xiaomen withdraw from the upcoming Fusang Festival, and as compensation for the three major families, the Xiaomen took the initiative to give up the various interests of Fusang City.

Faced with the proposal of more than 80 stewards, Dongfang Fang Lan knew that in fact, this proposal was not unreasonable.

This proposal may seem like a bag, but in fact, there is no better way to do it.

According to the information of the Li family, the Zhang family, the Sun family, and the Zhao family have been secretly planning for a long time, recruiting troops and horses behind their backs, and at the same time summoning almost all the combat forces originally distributed throughout Dongzhou, that is, they are determined to make a life and death with Xiaomen at this Fusang Festival.

And the original Xiaomen was not afraid of a death match at all. Even if the three families tried their best to recruit troops, and the Xiaomen used the intelligence of the Li family and the gap between the Sun family and the other two families, and cooperated with the little monk to at least create Xiaocheng's strength to contain the three families, the Xiaomen was confident that they would have the upper hand in the confrontation with the three major families.

As long as there is no problem here in the end, she Dongfang Fanglan will be the master, and the Li family will be the current person, and this master and servant pair can divide the entire Fusang City.

But.

But now, the suffering used to contain the three major families has been let go by the Li family. This means that at the Fusang Festival, Dongfang Fang Lan had to face Zhang Kulin, Sun Wushuang, and a little-known head of the Zhao family, Zhao Xing.

It is absolutely impossible for one person to create three nine-layer creations.

Even if she is Dongfang Fang Lan.

And so it goes.

The disappearance of the little monk's suffering directly made Xiaomen, who had the upper hand, suddenly fall into a disadvantage.

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As far as the current conditions are concerned, the arrow is ready to be fired, but if this arrow is sent out and does not kill the prey, then the owl will definitely be eaten to nothing.

Therefore, the proposal of these more than 80 stewards is not unreasonable.

If you act according to the proposal of more than 80 stewards, although there will be great losses, you can at least protect the foundation of the clan, and you will not end up with a miserable end of losing both personal and property.

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Dongfang Lan turned the teacup in a circle in his hand, but he didn't touch the tea in a sip.

Outside the red gauze curtain, one hundred and four stewards sat quietly in the room.

The air is quiet.

Everyone was waiting for this lord who had terrified the people of Fusang City to make this decision.

Many people feel that this decision is actually not difficult.

After all.

Further, the abyss.

Take a step back and save your life.

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The wind lifted the red gauze curtain in the main hall, and Dongfang Lan slowly got up.

Dressed in red, she bent down and picked up the pepper sword on the case.

Holding the scabbard of the Jiaotu Sword in his hand, Dongfang Fang Lan walked out of the gauze curtain slowly.

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The cold wind is coming.

Dongfang Fang Lan smiled:

"I don't know about you. ”

"Can you come with me on this trip?"

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