Chapter 80: Who Am I (2)

The wine is still drinking, but the person is not drunk.

Qiao Feng was not drunk, and Mo Dumping Chi was not drunk.

Qiao Feng had already stood up, and Mo Dumping Chi was still sitting on the Taishi chair in front of a few cases.

Qiao Feng looked at the person in front of him coldly, his gestures had already revealed extraordinary momentum, he had already taken the lead, as long as he made a move, he would definitely die. Mo poured pool did not make a move, he held the wine, drank a sip, and took another sip.

After three mouthfuls in a row, Mo Tianchi looked up at Qiao Feng and said lightly: "Chen Guyan is extremely evil, and he is innocent of death, although he died because of me and the world." ”

Qiao Feng stood like a mountain and said coldly: "He believes you?"

Mo poured into the pond and said: "He naturally believes in me, and I am friends with him. After a pause, Mo poured a cold smile, poured another sip of wine into his stomach, and said, "I have few friends in my life, and I have to admit that he is one of them." ”

But he died. Qiao Feng reminded.

Mo Tianchi said lightly: "He has to die, if he doesn't die, then it will be difficult for the beggar gang to see through this situation, if he doesn't die, how can you Qiao Da gang leader get out of the whole body." The corners of Mo Tingchi's mouth hooked up a trace of coldness, and he looked at Qiao Feng coldly: "Do you think he died just because of me?"

Qiao Feng didn't speak, but his body was already trembling violently.

Mo Dump Chi unraveled the cruel truth: "Maybe the Khitans don't deserve to die, but the Khitans who become the leaders of the beggar gang deserve to die! ”

Qiao Feng's eyes were sharp, his sharp eyes gradually dimmed, and he sat down, he took a sip of wine, took a big sip, and his twenty-year-old daughter Hong, who had only been opened for a short time, was drunk to the end in an instant, Mo Dumping Chi didn't speak, and he also drank quietly.

Qiao Feng had already understood the meaning of Mo Dumping, if Chen Guyan hadn't died first, even if he hadn't died, he would have been hostile and even imprisoned by the beggar gang, why?

The beggar gang, the pillar of martial arts, the core force of the fight against Liao, he has mastered all the secrets of the beggar gang, and he is a Khitan, if he flees to the Liao country, what about the beggar gang?

At this point, he was speechless, he could only drink.

Cold wind and rain, lightning in the sky, silence in the room.

The atmosphere lasted for a long time.

Qiao Feng raised his eyes and looked at Mo Dump Chi and said, "I want to know one thing. ”

Mo Tingchi smiled and said, "When you stepped into this room, I said that I would know everything and say everything. ”

A roster appeared in Qiao Feng's hand and threw it in front of the table of Mo Dumping, and he said, "Do you know what I asked?"

Mo Dump Chi picked up the roster, looked at it a few times, and said, "I know, Qiao Feng, you want to know?"

Qiao Feng didn't speak, and his eyes already showed words.

When he first got this list, many indescribable emotions emerged in his heart, his mood was unprecedentedly excited, and it was not easy to calm down, his heart was already in turmoil at that time, and now his heart is still chaotic, and it is difficult to calm down to this day.

He needs proof of the ink pouring pool.

Mo Dump Chi gave proof, and his tone was very calm and rational, and he replied with a few words: "Yes, you are not a Khitan, but a Han." ”

The sound of rain is quiet, the wind is warm, and the thunder is silent.

It is naturally impossible to laugh at the sound of the rain, it is impossible for the wind to be warm, and it is impossible to be without the sound of thunder, but all the voices in the world in Qiao Feng's heart stopped at this time, and there was only one sentence in his mind: You are not a Khitan, but a Han.

Mo Tianchi was expressionless, and he had already begun to laugh in his heart, and smiled happily, Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, you finally asked the question I wanted to answer, very good, very good!

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A piece of token.

Black, black as darkness, with a breathtaking magic.

Murong Fu held the sword in one hand and the token in the other, and did not move for a while.

Obsidian Order, he knows the name of this token, and he also knows the secret of this token.

The obsidian order has no effect on Suzhou, and there is only one place in Suzhou that has a role, and that is Taihu Lake.

There is water, boats and people in Taihu Lake.

There is good water, there are good boats, and there are good people.

The obsidian order is not to be a good person, but a wicked person, a group of Taihu Lake water thieves.

Someone has counted more than 1,300 water thieves on Taihu Lake, including more than 200 people with martial arts, almost all of them are well-trained, and few people on the water can compare with them.

He had tried to subdue the group of water thieves, but he had no success. Later, he went to Xiaojing Lake, and the ink dumping pool succeeded, and the ink dumping pool successfully recruited this group of water thieves.

The water thieves surrounded the Swallow Dock, and the Swallow Dock was his territory, and how could he allow others to sleep soundly under the couch? This is also the reason why he fought against the Apricot Grove and the Ink Pool.

But now the token to control the Taihu Lake water thieves appeared in his hand.

The token was sent by Wang Yuyan. Obsidian Order, there is no false Obsidian Order, but shouldn't this token be on the Ink Dumping Pool?

Murong Fu was shocked, puzzled, and cold, and a thought appeared in his mind: Could it be that Wang Yuyan was already in a group with Mo Dumpingchi?

He was pale and had a sword in his hand.

The sword light waved, and the sword aura was full of horizontal.

The room was gray, but it was bright and blinding.

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Listen to Yuxuan.

The rain is still falling, you can listen to the sound of the rain, listen to the sound of the piano, and listen to the sound of chess.

Wang Yuyan played chess with that beautiful and noble woman.

The woman's attainments in Go are superb, and when she starts with a needle, she can be domineering and sharp, and when she can be insidious and ruthless, this woman's attainments in playing chess have reached everyone's level, like peerless swordsmen, their swords can not only go sideways, but also do the right way.

Wang Yuyan plays chess lightly, and her moves are casual, and the chessboard is just evenly balanced.

The woman is superb in chess, but she has no intention of playing chess, she just has the heart to listen to the story, so she asks at the critical moment.

"What's the plan for the Ink Pool?" she asked, curious.

Wang Yuyan glanced at the woman, didn't answer, and fell into place.

The woman fell, and then asked the same sentence: "What is the plan of the ink pouring pool?"

Wang Yuyan ignored it and continued to fall.

The woman still didn't care, Luozi, and continued to ask the same words: "What is the plan of the ink pouring pool." ”

Five times in a row, Wang Yuyan glared at the woman fiercely, and said helplessly: "He just doesn't want Qiao Feng to die." ”

"Don't want Qiao Feng to die?" The woman held her chin and threw the chess pieces into the chessboard at random with one hand, landing very precisely where she wanted to land.

Wang Yuyan lowered her head and said, "Is Qiao Feng a Han or a Khitan?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and said, "Is there any doubt? He is a Khitan." ”

Wang Yuyan smiled and left behind the son who decided the victory: "But how many people really know that he is a Khitan?"

The woman was in a daze for a moment, she looked at the chessboard that was gone, and had no intention of playing chess or saving the situation, so she directly abandoned her son and said, "There are at least seven or eight people." ”

Wang Yuyan smiled slightly, she stood up, and said meaningfully: "Yes, there are only seven or eight people." ”

The woman was even more puzzled, she didn't understand: "Seven or eight people are not enough?"

Wang Yuyan nodded and sighed, "It's enough." ”

The woman asked, "What's enough?"

Wang Yuyan looked out the window and sighed: "It's enough for Mo Pour Chi to implement the plan, the plan he wants." ”

The woman said: "Mo Dump Chi's plan to hope that Qiao Feng is a Han or a Khitan?"

Wang Yuyan looked back at the noble woman with a curious look between her eyebrows, and said softly: "Mo Dumping Chi has always said that Qiao Feng is really a pity, he is a Khitan! But if Qiao Feng is not a Khitan anymore, wouldn't he have to be a pity?"

The woman was thoughtful, already understood, and was a little surprised and stunned, and said, "Therefore, Mo Dumping's plan is to prove that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan, but why should he prove that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head with a smile and sighed: "You are wrong, Mo Dumping Chi is not to prove that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan, but to let Qiao Feng know that Qiao Feng is not a Khitan." ”

"Is there a difference?" the woman asked.

Wang Yuyan looked at the woman with a smile, her smile was very similar to Mo Tingchi's smile, when Mo Tingchi explained this plan to her, it was this kind of smile, Wang Yuyan had a mysterious expression, playing with taste: "Is there really no difference?"

The woman wanted to say no, but a thought came to mind.

The woman's whole body trembled violently, and her eyes widened with a look of unprecedented surprise that made most men in the world sink for them.

She had finally understood Mo Pool's plan, it was indeed an incomparably complex and incomparably simple plan, it was so ingenious and seamless, she even wondered how anyone in the world could have come up with such a plan.

She wondered how long ago this plan had appeared in Mo Tianchi and Wang Yuyan's minds?

Wang Yuyan looked at her calmly, and said slowly: "It seems that you have understood, but the plan is far more complicated than you imagined, Qiao Feng is just a step in my plan and his plan, a step in the plan." ”

Wang Yuyan turned around silently, leaned her hands against the window, looked at the storm outside, and a sentence appeared in her mind: "I'm not a good person, I'm not a bad person, I'm not a good person, I'm not a great man, I'm just a chess player." ”

The figure stood with her hands in her hands, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, which appeared in her mind.

Wang Yuyan understands that she may not be able to forget that figure in this life, and forget the loneliness and smile emanating from that figure.

Lonely like a snow-capped mountain, as warm and bright as the sun.

Two temperaments appeared in a person's body, and Wang Yuyan muttered to herself: "Maybe you are the one who stands on the highest peak in the world and overlooks the world!"

The top of the mountain, the closest to the cold, but also the closest to the sun.

Only people everywhere have that kind of temperament.