Ding Ning had already guessed Sun Yaoxin's thoughts, but he didn't say anything.

Although Jorgeson was obsessed with Xiao Nuo, he had a good character and did not have the arrogance of a wealthy young man, and he did not use any despicable methods.

But he was too naive and didn't understand the sinister nature of people's hearts. This time, Sun Yaoxin's incident could be regarded as teaching him a lesson.

"Isn't this simple? I killed Officer Xiao and broke your mind. Then Yaowanggu rescued the eldest lady, gained the friendship of the Rothschild family, facilitated the marriage between Sun Yaozu and the eldest lady, and won your heart in a roundabout way.

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Old Man Wen was an old man and he immediately made an accurate guess and said coldly. However, when he mentioned Xiao Nuo, he glanced at Ding Ning with some embarrassment.

Jorgeson's face was ashen, he gritted his teeth and grabbed Sun Yaoxin's collar, roaring angrily: "Even if all the women in the world die, I will not marry you, a vicious and vain woman."

Sun Yaoxin, who had always looked like a dead person, completely collapsed when he heard these words, and glared at Jorgeson in despair: "It's your fault, all this is caused by you, I like you so much, but you dismiss me,

How is that bitch better than me? Why do you like her but not me..."

"That's enough, you jealous and vicious woman, you will get the punishment you deserve for what you have done."

Jorgeson's face turned red and he roared.

"I regret it so much. If I had known this, I would never have given her this kind of chronic poison. I should have given her the deadly poison directly..."

Sun Yaoxin had no intention of repenting, her face was ferocious and twisted, and she roared hysterically.

"Go to hell, you bitch."

Jorgeson completely went berserk, his eyes were red, and he strangled Sun Yaoxin's neck and twisted it hard, causing her neck bones to break with a click.

"I'm... I'm happy to... be able to die in your arms..."

Sun Yaoxin stared at Jorgeson with nostalgia and tenderness, a happy smile on her face, her head drooped, and her pupils quickly expanded, gradually turning into a dead gray.

"ah!"

Jorgeson grabbed his hair in pain and let out a wailing sound like a wounded animal.

Sun Yaoxin's love for him has penetrated deep into his bones, but this kind of love is too abnormal and twisted, even to the point of perversion, which he cannot accept at all.

But killing someone who loves him deeply with his own hands is tantamount to a huge torture for him, making him feel like there is a huge stone in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

"Why!"

An Ertai looked at the painful Jorgeson with some distress, with a look of intolerance in his eyes.

"This may not be a bad thing for him. He has always been well protected by the eldest lady, and his character is too innocent and simple. After this experience, I believe he will become more mature."

Mr. Wen patted An Ertai on the shoulder and comforted him.

"I know it too, but... isn't this too cruel for him?"

An Ertai said with a wry smile.

Mr. Wen's eyes were deep and he said with emotion: "Everyone's life can't be smooth sailing. The nature of this world itself is cruel. No one can completely control destiny. It's the same for me, and it's the same for you, Qiao Ge.

Sen is no exception. There are some things that he can only face on his own, and outsiders cannot help him."

Ding Ning looked at the lost Jorgeson hugging Sun Yaoxin's body tightly, and secretly sighed in his heart. Love is really a double-edged sword. Some people will find it very sweet, but for others, it will only be bitter.

While this made him feel happy, it also sounded the alarm secretly. He had been a little indulgent recently. No, he had accidentally provoked Hai Mingzhu again. If he didn't deal with it, it would probably lead to tragedy.

Ding Ning felt a headache when he thought of Hai Mingzhu. He had no intention of lamenting Jorgeson's experience anymore. He and Wen Lao said hello to An Ertai and turned back.

He went to his room and dialed a number directly.

"Hey, You Leng, how's the situation over there?"

As soon as the call was connected, Ding Ning asked in a deep voice.

"As expected by the young master, the private helicopter Miss Anna was riding in was destroyed as soon as it entered Tsarist Russia. If the two biochemical warriors around her hadn't tried their best to protect her, I'm afraid she would have become a corpse by now.

Okay, the young master is really good at predicting things."

The cold complimenting voice of the Ghost Leopard Warrior came from the other end of the phone.

"This is normal. Many people in Tsarist Russia do not want Ivan to live, so naturally they will not allow Anna to take the assimilation potion back safely."

Ding Ning's eyebrows were full of confidence, and then he said lightly: "Have you made a move?"

"Not yet. Miss Anna has now fled into the deep mountains and forests to escape pursuit. She is not at the end of her rope yet, so we have never taken action."

You Leng respectfully reported.

"Well, keep an eye on her and make sure nothing happens to Anna. In addition, send people to find out what forces are blocking Anna."

A smile appeared on Ding Ning's lips and he ordered softly.

Although he has a good impression of Anna, the conflict between forces within Tsarist Russia causes chaos, which is what China wants to see.

It’s just that this kind of chaos must be within a controllable range. After all, from a certain perspective, Tsarist Russia and China are allies. Even if this alliance is not so reliable, it still has a great deterrent effect against Western powers.

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The most important thing is that he must choose or support a large enough force in Tsarist Russia to pave the way for the Tang Dynasty to enter Tsarist Russia.

After hanging up the phone, Ding Ning discovered that there was an unread text message flashing on his phone. He casually clicked on it and suddenly stood up, his expression changing dramatically.

Zhu Wuxia didn't know what kind of existence it was when he opened the door, but he knew very well that as one of the eight Qi Sects, it was a behemoth on the same level as the three major temples.

This time, Zhu Wuxia was careless. I hope it's not too late.

Ding Ning was so anxious that he jumped out of the window, spread his wings eagerly, and flew quickly towards the Qingyun Club.

In Qingyun Club, the battle is in full swing at this moment, and the sound of fighting is rising into the sky.

But strangely, such a big movement has not alerted the officials so far.

Looking at the round-faced old man in front of him, Zhu Wuxia's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears, and he felt extremely regretful.

She knew she was careless. She didn't expect that there would be such a powerful person opening the door. In her heart, the invincible You Lin and the others were no match for him.

So many ghost warriors only caused insignificant injuries to him, but under his sneak attack, they were all seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness.

If it weren't for the round-faced old man who didn't kill him for some reason, Youlin and the others would have become corpses by now.

The most terrible thing is that this round-faced old man is so shameless. Such a powerful expert actually resorts to such dirty tricks as sneak attacks, and also uses high-power jammers to block communication signals, making it impossible for her to call for help.

"It's interesting. They keep saying that there are so many security experts in Qingyun. I still don't believe it. I didn't expect that there are so many experts in the Saint Martial Realm. It's really beyond my expectation."

The round-faced old man put his hands behind his back, with a strange light in his eyes. He looked at You Lin and others lying on the ground in a mess, and said in wonder.

"You despicable and shameless old guy, if it weren't for the sneak attack, do you think you could defeat us?"

You Lin was lying on the ground, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth, glaring at the round-faced old man with eyes wide open and scolding him unconvincedly.

"Being a king or losing a bandit, the process is not important. The result is that I opened the door and won, and that's enough."

The round-faced old man said very calmly without blushing or out of breath.

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

So far, Zhu

Wuxia also calmed down and asked without fear.

"Surrender, or die."

The round-faced old man had no intention of showing off. If he hadn't valued the strength of You Lin and others and wanted to recruit them into his ranks, he would have killed them long ago.

"Surrender? Haha, go ahead and daydream. If you dare, kill us. The young master will avenge us."

Youlin sneered and said with disdain.

"Do you also make this choice?"

An undisguised murderous intent flashed through the eyes of the round-faced old man, and he looked coldly at the other ghost warriors.

"Bah! You are such a shameless guy. He wants us to surrender. Don't even think about it. When the young master finds out, you can just wait and destroy the whole family."

"If you want us to surrender, let's open the door to this bullshit in the next life. Compared with our young master, he is just a bunch of scum."

"Although this old guy is shameless, he is right. The process is not important when it comes to success or defeat. We can't blame others. We can only blame us for getting carried away and being too careless. If you want to kill or cut into pieces, go ahead, I

If you frown, you are not considered a good man."

"Come on, shameless old man, if you dare, kill us. Twenty years later, I will be a good man again, but before that, you just have to bear the wrath of our young master."

…

Although the ghost warriors were lying on the ground unable to move, they were all fearless and shouted disdainfully at the round-faced old man.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will help you."

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the round-faced old man, and his murderous intent was revealed.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

Zhu Wuxia frowned and looked at the visitor, feeling a very bad premonition in her heart.

Because the person who came was obviously an enemy rather than a friend, a strong man like the round-faced old man, after hearing the man's voice, his tall body suddenly bent down, with a respectful look, and he called "Young Master."

The person who came was wearing ancient robes, had an extraordinary temperament, and was quite handsome. He looked to be in his twenties or thirties, but there was an undisguised look of arrogance between his brows.
To be continued...