Across the heavens to be a bandit

Chapter 87 [Slaughter Immortal Plan]

[Accidentally, this chapter was sealed again... The details have been deleted, you are out of luck. 】

[Old rules, in the afternoon, in the evening, add changes, ask for a recommendation ticket, a monthly ticket. 】

Get into the quilt, the whole quilt is fragrant.

After playing chess, Green Ant glanced enviously at the blue bird on the bed, with complicated eyes.

Naturally, the maids couldn't envy the scent of sweet potatoes.

It's just that this blue bird, somehow, was suddenly summoned by His Royal Highness to attend the bed.

Previously, I thought that Jiang Ni should be the second one.

Now that this dull girl named Qingniao took the lead, could it be that he and others are not as good as a female martial artist who can only wield knives and guns? I feel a little disappointed.

How did the rest of the maids know how much Jade Bird had paid for Xu Qianqiu.

Please take poison yourself, which is beyond what ordinary people can do.

If you want to kill the King of Beiliang, you must first pass Qingyi.

Just a few words, the weight is already clear.

Although there is no distinction between high and low girls in the courtyard, there are differences in the degree of caring.

"My lord, your chess layout today is really murderous. I watched from the side, and I also felt heart-wrenching. My lord, do you have any troubles lately?"

Sweet Potato was caring, gently squeezed the shoulders of His Royal Highness, and asked questions curiously, wanting to share one or two worries with him.

Qingniao didn't have such thoughts, she only knew that what His Highness Shizi asked him to do, he would do.

If an assassin sneaks in and wants to assassinate His Royal Highness, he must first step over her corpse.

Apart from that, she doesn't worry about other things, nor is she good at them.

Know your own strengths and avoid your own weaknesses.

This is the Tsing Yi Blue Bird

At this moment, she didn't know where to put her hands, what to do, and what to say instead.

But fortunately, His Royal Highness seems to have been talking to Sweet Potato, not paying attention to her embarrassment.

Blue Bird suddenly prayed, don't stop talking about it, give her more time to get used to it.

On the other hand, sweet potatoes are skillful.

Such a scene, smelling the strange fragrance, coupled with the dishonest hands of His Royal Highness, Qingniao found that he actually...

His Royal Highness never stopped his hands, and his thoughts were also spinning rapidly, thousands of miles a day.

It’s a thousand miles a day, not a drop, understand?
"Sweet potato, early tomorrow, you send me an order to make preparations in Emperor Wu City, and immediately start the "Tuxian Project"."

"Yes!"

The strength of the kneading movement suddenly lost control and aggravated a bit.

Sweet Potato was secretly surprised, the son's grand ambition was finally about to start.

This "Tu Xian Project" is just the tip of the iceberg in the overall plan.

I don't know much about the specific plan.

The part she is responsible for is not much.

The number one building in the world works, and the members do not overlap with each other.

The secrets shall not be repeated, and shall be assigned by the headquarters.

Major tasks are divided into eight levels.

If the person in front fails, the task will not be terminated, and someone will take over immediately until the task is successfully completed.

"Project Tuxian" is as high as level six, which shows the importance of these tasks.

Sweet Potato only knows the level of the plan, but not the content of the plan.

The details of this are probably only known to His Royal Highness and the person in charge of the sub-helm of Wudi City.

The first floor in the world has strict rules and regulations, unless the owner's iron order is followed, no one is allowed to interfere with other people's tasks.

If you need help, you can leave a signal, and someone will come to help.

They don't meet each other unless necessary.

For intelligence agencies, the more secret their identities are, the longer they can live.

Except that the superior and the subordinate know the identity of the other party, the rest of the people have no way of knowing the identity of the other's subordinate.

The superior of the superior does not know the status of the subordinate of the subordinate.

Only Xu Qianqiu has the specific list.

As the landlord, master the overall situation and plan strategies.

Among them, even if there are traitors, No. [-] Under Heaven will not be completely wiped out.

The strength of the single round intelligence network, the first building in the world, the number one in the world, is well-deserved.

In terms of strength and background, the number of masters, compared with the two empires, compared with Beiliang's 35 cavalry, after all, it is still far behind.

A few days ago, the two empires chose to back down, but it was just a stopgap measure, not really afraid of the first floor in the world.

Today, Dongchang and Sixiang have been established one after another.

The two empires are even more confident.

The only strange thing is that there has been no movement in Beiliang against the No. [-] Building in the World.

From this point alone, Xu Qianqiu knew that the crippled father was definitely not as simple as the surface.

Maybe he doesn't know his identity as the landlord, but he must have already guessed that his Highness, the son of Beiliang, is inseparable from the number one building in the world.

If it is not guaranteed, nine out of ten, it is very likely that it is the high-level executives who hold great power.

On the top floor of Tingchao Pavilion, the moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze is gentle.

The haggard old man, Da Zhuguo, and the two sat in front of the window and played chess.

During the chess conversation, Da Zhuguo expressed his guesses and thoughts one by one, wanting to find out from Li Yishan.

Now that he knows his son's great ambitions, this old cripple, besides being proud, is naturally worried and wants to contribute.

Escort in secret, check for deficiencies and make up for omissions.

But you can't ask that domineering son personally about this matter, otherwise...

There is no need to treat the legs, just prepare the coffin.

While drinking, Li Yishan replied that there was no leakage, which made Da Zhuguo very helpless.

After treating his leg injury for many days, he moved here to live, and has not gone downstairs for several days.

Playing chess all day long, trying again and again, to no avail.

The dragon was slaughtered, and the Dazhu Kingdom was defeated again. They messed around and messed up all the chess games.

To put it bluntly, the highest state of chess is not to watch ten moves in one step, but to learn to stir chess.

People in chaos are the most powerful.

I thought I would not get an answer today, but when I went downstairs, there was an illusory and earnest word behind me:
"The mountain goes downstairs, the building outside the building;

heavenly man, outsider;
The dragon in the pavilion, the dragon outside the dragon..."

Da Zhuguo stopped for a moment, laughed wildly and left.

The unparalleled national scholar lives up to his reputation.

In front of his eyes, Da Zhuguo was limping all the way, although he went downstairs slowly, every step was extremely powerful.

A few steps away, it seems that the strength and curvature are no different from the past.

The corners of Li Yishan's eyes were cloudy, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes.

This Northern Liang Palace is really getting more and more interesting.

Xu Xiao really gave birth to a good son.

And he, the Peerless National Scholar, finally has a successor and has accepted a good apprentice.

His gaze fell vaguely on the mechanism at the foot of the wall, the haggard old man looked around, and came to the place cautiously.

Turn the mechanism, a wine jar and a wine glass rise slowly.

A dignified look is better than offering sacrifices to heaven.

The range of motion is extremely careful.

Slowly pour out one drop, two drops, three drops...

Ten drops, stop now!
Head up and drink.

Then, he stuck out his tongue, licked the wine glass clean, and enjoyed it all over his face.

Feeling ecstatic, like reaching the bliss of the West.

The whirling and hoarse language was extremely low and inaudible, and he praised:

"Century-year-old girl red, really the best in the world!"

One drop a day is better than a living god. The fragrance, after entering the stomach, stays in the body for a long time.

One-fifth of the hundred-year-old daughter red on the altar fell into the hands of Li Yishan.

(End of this chapter)