Chapter Seventy-Four, the Deer Chase Plan

Mo Dump Chi could have killed Hatomo Chi with one sword, but he still let Hatama Chi go after all. If Mo Dump Chi has this kind of emotion, then he doesn't know how many times he has died, he never pities the loser, no matter how brilliant the loser has been, no matter how respectable he is, not to mention that Kuma Chi is really not a person who can make him give birth to a quality that is rarer and respectful than Ji virginity.

"History books are written by winners. This is a very simple and easy to understand sentence, but if one is willing to go into the details, there is only one end to be buried in an obscure world.

Mo Dump Chi does not want to be a Qiao Feng-style hero, he doesn't like to label his life as tragic and miserable, he just wants to be a victor, even if he uses all kinds of despicable and dirty means before getting the victory that symbolizes the sun.

In three years, Mo Dump Chi has possessed a jaw-dropping prestige and a jaw-dropping horror of wealth and power. In three years, he has created a foundation that many people cannot do in a lifetime, several lifetimes, or even dozens of lifetimes, is this just by virtue of his ability and business talent?

As long as they are not stupid, they can have a place in the rivers and lakes, the court, and the business world, and they all know that Mo Dump Chi can accumulate its sky-high wealth, terrifying prestige, and tyrannical power in such a short period of time, which must have used many dishonorable means, but they have no evidence, and there is no need to have a bad relationship with Wen Yi Long Yuan, who has grown into a behemoth, so they have no words.

"Behind the great wealth, there is sin. In just three years, I can accumulate wealth that most people can hope for, do you know what I have done?" Sitting on the still sparkling blue lake, the ink pouring pool shook the Luzhou Daqu in the cup, and looked at Mu Wanqing with a stunned face and said.

Just talking about the wind and snow, where did she think that Mo Tingchi would suddenly jump into such a funny and serious and thick dark question, but her performance made Mo Tingchi a little surprised, he has seen a lot of women who are either maverick or graceful or arrogant or gentle or sweet-mouthed, Mu Wanqing can be regarded as a very unique one among these women.

He knew that Mu Wanqing had never liked to drink, but today Mu Wanqing took the initiative to pour himself a glass of wine, and smelled the warm aroma of wine in the wine glass like an ink pouring pool, revealing a completely different demeanor from usual: mature, elegant, beautiful and generous, at this moment, with his bottomless city, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the woman in front of him and the woman just now were clearly two completely different women.

However, he did not maintain this kind of surprise that ordinary people would at least last for a long time, and soon the intoxicating smile on Mo Dump Chi's face revealed that few women could resist, he took a sip of good wine, and sighed softly: "It is worthy of the woman I chose, it is really not just a good-looking red flower." His gestures were incomparably graceful and noble, and his soft words made it seem that he was merely flirting with the woman in front of him, rather than doing something that few loving men and women are willing to do: a showdown.

Mu Wanqing smiled, she was not stupid, she understood the reason why Mo Dump Chi had no reservations in front of her in the past two years and did anything, the reason was not today? Mu Wanqing was very resistant to this day, but she knew very well that with the temperament of the man in front of her, she would never finish any sweet love game with a woman for a long time, with his little life and temperament, this man would only choose to cut through the mess with her quickly.

Obscure and bloody!

This is the most appropriate feeling for Mu Wanqing to stay by the side of Mo Dumping Pool. He couldn't understand Mo Dumping's indifference when he replied to the letter from Qingcheng Sect Sima Lin when he calmly wrote down the three words of killing without forgiveness, and he didn't understand why Mo Dumpling did everything possible to calculate Shaolin, the beggar gang and the great hero who had a lot of status in her heart.

Mu Wanqing knew very well that Mo Dump Chi was not a simple Jianghu person, so when he decided to break into Wen Yi Long Yuan, he already knew that his world and Mo Dump Chi's world were in conflict, and she just hoped that these conflicts could be calmed down.

It's a pity that Mo Dump Chi showed his own bloody and obscure world in front of Mu Wanqing in an overwhelming and incomparable impactful way, and the simple and simple world in Mu Wanqing's heart was completely submerged in the obscure, complex, brutal, and bloody world of Ink Dumping Pond.

Holding the wine glass, Mo Tingchi, who still had a very elegant and calm expression, could feel the painful struggle in Mu Wanqing's eyebrows, but he didn't express any comfort, he just told some things in a very calm tone that Mu Wanqing didn't want to hear but now had to hear:" Every inch of land and every building in the dragon abyss was stained with blood, there were good people and bad people, of course, there was also a small group of innocent people, I once counted that there were only a dozen people who really died in my hands, but because of my plan, the people who died in my hands by my orders may have been thousands, and these people include one sixth or one-fifth of these innocent people. ”

For the woman in front of him, Mo Dumping's words were as simple and concise, without the slightest subjective tone, just pausing slightly to give the woman in front of him some time to think, and then he continued to speak: "I haven't hidden what I've done in the past two days, and the reason should be very clear to you, now I just want to hear your reply." ”

Mu Wanqing smiled bitterly at the man in front of her who spoke in an indifferent tone but was the only one she couldn't give up in her life, and said, "Can you give me a little time?"

Mo Tingchi smiled and nodded, then stood up, he put down his wine glass, and said, "Of course, you can, but I hope to hear your reply when I return here in the evening." ”

"Where are you going?" asked Mu Wanqing.

Mo Dumping Chi did not hide it, and said: "Wang Yuyan is the woman you saw that day, she asked me to meet with Yuxuan and talk about a plan that is very important to me and her, but what is the content of the plan, I will tell you when I come back." ”

After that, Mo Dump Chi left with Luo Wentao, leaving two maids, Chaohua and Xishi, to accompany Mu Wanqing.

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"Childe, you could have used a more tactful way, with your ingenuity, Miss Mu would have changed her mind. Mo Tingchi, who did not choose to sit in a sedan chair, took the only subordinate Luo Wentao, and only came out of the literary Yi Longyuan Luo Wentao lowered his head and whispered.

Mo Tianchi smiled and said lightly: "When the judgment is constantly suffering, this matter is different from the layout, there should be no entanglement, if she is smart, she should understand the meaning of my words." ”

Luo Wentao sighed, once Childe made up his mind, no one could change his mind, not even the wooden girl.

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Mo Tingchi stayed in Tingyuxuan for a short time, to be precise, he only listened to Yuxuan and Wang Yuyan say two words.

First sentence: The plan has already begun?

Wang Yuyan replied: "It's already started, but you still have one step less there." ”

The second sentence: "In the next few days, he will take the initiative to find me, but you and I need to take advantage of this time to deal with the matter of the deaf and dumb valley quickly, and the matter will change later." ”

Wang Yuyan nodded and said, "I have my own thoughts on this matter. ”

Mo poured pool without saying any more and left,

After the ink poured out of the pool, an elegant and noble voice came from the room: plan, what plan?

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly: "The deer chase plan." ”

"The deer plan?"

"Yes, the deer chase plan. ”

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When she returned, Mu Wanqing was gone.

The ink poured into the pond and asked for the morning flowers, and the evening picked.

"What about people?"

"The wooden girl has left. ”

"Good!"

Immediately, the ink poured out of the pool.

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(The transition chapter, the next chapter, and the following chapters will all be expressed in simple, concise language, which can be regarded as an exploration of style, I hope you enjoy it.) ）