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Beitong, who was invited, couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he saw Mo Oton like this, this Mo Oton may never be able to change this stinky temper.

"What the hell is going on?" Although Betten guessed the reason for Moordon's anger, he still asked, which might make Moorton angry.

"Damn! Don't you know? That damn witch actually got Li Jiemin's blood! How could she do it? That damn flying insect still needs to increase its strength? If that's the case, won't no one be able to defeat him in the future!"

Moorton finished shouting, glaring at Beton as he spoke.

"That's what happened, I know. Isn't that a good thing? If that's the case, we'll be able to unify the world of darkness just around the corner. Then we will be able to fulfill our desire to conquer the East, isn't that what all of us in the dark world want?"

Betong's words seemed to be deliberately trying to provoke Moorton, but it seemed to backfire, and Moorton calmed down after listening to it.

"Do you really think so?" Moorton asked coldly, his eyes fixed on Betten's eyes.

Betong was not timid, and stared back into Moorton's eyes.

"I really think so!"

"No, that's not what you really think. We want to conquer the world, but only if we win under the leadership of our wolf clan, not those damn flying insects. ”

Moorton's eyes didn't leave, he must know what Beitong really thought. Or to know what the rest of the wolf clan really thinks.

"Whoever we are, we are all part of the dark world. As long as there is victory, it doesn't matter who leads it. I will not be carried away by power, fame and fortune, I know what I am capable of. ”

Listening to Beitong's answer, Mo Augon couldn't tell whether it was true or not. Maybe if you can't see it, it means it's a real idea.

"That's what you all think?" Moorton was unwilling.

"I don't know anyone else, I just know what I think. Betten put away the serious expression.

"It doesn't satisfy me. We wolves can't succumb to flying insects forever! I can also lead the dark world to conquer the East and unify the world!"

Moorton shook his head as he spoke. He walked over to the spill cabinet and pulled out a bottle of spirits, broke the bottle and tilted his head to his mouth. The liquor poured into Moorton's open mouth like water from a faucet, and Moorton's throat gurgled and he drank the bottle of spirits without pause.

No, it should be called swallowing. It's not easy to do this even with water, let alone spirits.

With a bottle of liquor in his stomach, Betten's eyes seemed to turn a little red when he saw Moorton. Moordon seemed to feel that even after drinking, he raised his hand and threw the empty bottle against the wall, shattering the glass to the ground.

"There's one person you don't like, but I think you can talk to him. Betten said.

"Who?" said Moorton's voice was a little heroic.

"Virlotte. ”

"He's the evil of the night?"

"Yes. ”

"He, too, thinks the same way I do?"

The same idea? When Betten heard Moorton's words, he was a little amused. Could it be that this Moorton sees Virvert as a competitor again? Does the same idea mean that Moorton subtly wants to find out about this? Virtun also wants to lead the Dark World to conquer the world?

These people, it's ridiculous!

"I don't know about that. Of course, Betten had to answer like that, he didn't want to get involved in it.

"Hmph, then why did you say let me talk to him?" Moorton was clearly not satisfied with Betone's answer.

"Because the wolf king once said that among our wolf clan, the smartest one is Virent. ”

"Humph!" Moorton snorted again, expressing his displeasure again. The person praised by the wolf king was not him but someone else, and of course he was dissatisfied. Could it be that he is worse than Ville? He will certainly not accept it.

"Don't hum, what the wolf king said, if you don't believe it, you can ask the wolf king. How about talking to Virlotte?"

Moorton thought for a moment and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hah!" Betong despised Moorton in his heart: "Then I'll call him in." ”

Moorton was stunned for a moment, looked at Betten and said, "You mean he's been outside all the time, and he came with you but didn't come in with him?"

"Ha, it seems that you are not stupid. ”

After Beitong finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone to dial, and after the phone was connected, he only said: "He agreed." He hung up.

"You've discussed?" Moordon spoke, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Beitong saw it, but he was very happy. He was very happy to see the arrogant Mo Augon deflated, which naturally had the reason why Mo Auton was slightly better than him, but it was more unhappy with Mo Auton's arrogance and arrogance.

"You can change, we won't get angry and leave right away. Betten said with a smile, as if he wanted to provoke Moorton and make Moorton regret it.

I don't know if Moorton didn't understand the meaning, or if he wanted to see what Beyton and Velent were going to do, but Moorton didn't say anything, but walked to the freezer.

Moorton took out a wine-like bottle from the freezer and went to the wine cabinet to get three goblins. Remove the cork and pour the red wine into the glass. The color of the wine was very special, very red, as red as blood.

That's right, the little fishy smell that emanates into the air proves that it is human blood.

Moorton grabbed some crushed ice from the freezer and put it in the ice bucket, then placed the bottle with the blood in it.

When he saw Velrot come in, Moorton picked up a cup of blood and handed it to Velvert. Although Moorton didn't want to do it, the hospitality made him have to.

Velent raised his glass in thanks, took a sip, and looked at the wine cabinet. Turning to Moorton, he asked, "Is that okay?"

Moorton saw that he meant to drink the wine on the cabinet, and of course he couldn't show stinginess: "Please." ”

"Thank you!" Velent thanked again, and casually pulled out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.

These wines are unbranded and are produced and drunk. Virent opened the bottle with a corkscrew and poured the red wine into the blood.

This reminded Moorton of a rumor that Velent was said to like to mix red wine with human blood. But no one in public had ever seen Virent do so. Now, Moorton sees it.

It seems that Velent is showing kindness. He would do so only in private gatherings, or acquaintances.

"I didn't expect you to be outside, you could come in together. ”

A leader requires a certain degree of generosity. That's how Moorton learns.

"It's not important sooner or later, it's the timing that matters. ”

Velent shook the glass gently as he spoke, and human blood and burgundy swirled and mixed with the glass.

"Would you like to try it?" asked Moorton with a toast, and when he saw Moorton shake his head, he drank the wine himself.

"Tried, not used to it. "Moorton did try it, and this is not unique to Velent.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point. The Wolf King promised to help Sercy, although it didn't work, but even if he did, the Wolf King was worried that Sercy would do something else. How can the witch's words be believed?"

"Wouldn't it? The oath of the dark world is as real as life and death, and even a witch can't break it. Moorton wondered, is there a side he doesn't know?

"No, of course not. I guess it's the other side of the story. Seeing that Moorton still didn't understand, Virvert continued to explain: "For example, the resurrection was successful, but there was a little regret. So in order to make up for this regret, do you still have to listen to her then?"

"Is there still a situation like this? You're thinking too much, aren't you?"

Moorton thought that although this was also a possibility, such a thing could not happen if it was not something that could happen if it wanted to. As long as Sersi promises that there is no problem, isn't it?Besides, even if it happens, are we so stupid in the next one?Cersie is not afraid that the entire wolf clan will tear her apart?

"Ha, so when it comes to using our brains, our wolf clan's brains are still not very good. Betten interjected.

"The main thing is that power clouds our wisdom. No matter how you think about it, the power you have in your own hands is the most assured. Don't look at Joss who is very proud now, and he is not willing to obey a woman at all. The Wind of the Night doesn't just mean that he's as fast as the wind, it's that he's romantic. It turned out that the woman was circling around him, and now he is circling around the woman, do you think he can feel better?"

"You mean to provoke Joss and get him to get rid of Sercy?"

"No, how could Jos break his oath. Even if he doesn't have a new autoplayer, he can't. Virvert explained.

"He can't, but that doesn't mean his men can't. He didn't say anything, but his anger could definitely be felt by his subordinates. ”

Moorton was secretly smug after speaking, in his opinion, his words were enough to show that he was wise, not a stupid person who couldn't use his brain, as Betten said. Wisdom is the potential of leadership.

Seeing Moorton's smug expression, Virent couldn't help but laugh in his heart. It's a pity that he can't show it here and now, if he had been before, he would have laughed fiercely. But now, Virent had no choice but to take a deep breath and continue to remind with a different expression:

"No, if we leak through this, what will the dark world think of us wolf clans?"

"It doesn't matter what others think, in the face of strength, as long as there is no evidence, it is useless to say anything. It's just secretly stirring up, will there still be evidence?"

"You're right. But the dark world is not only the wolves. If the Bloodlines don't recognize it, then conquering the world is just talking. Although we wolf clan are not convinced by being suppressed by the blood clan for a long time, we can't oppose what the blood clan has done in the dark world in theory. This is the so-called righteousness, the righteousness of the dark world. ”

"What then?" Moorton frowned, what he didn't like the most was these curves, what was the reason. Strength determines everything, and history is always written by the victors.

"Xia Guo, Longmen. ”

"They? Do they still have the guts, even if they have the guts, are they still capable? Are there anybody? They are now scared, trembling, praying that we won't go over and trample them to death so quickly. ”

Moorton is starting to stop taking the Longmen people seriously.

"Of course they didn't dare to come. But since you want to do it, you always need someone who carries a black pot. Virvert explained why.