"And we have a lot of things that have not been deployed. Now fighting and killing will only disrupt our position."

"We will endure it, arrange the things at hand, and it will not be too late to slaughter today's shame."

"Your daughter just broke her legs, and my son and wife were both killed by Ye Fan's car accident."

"My blood sea of ​​hatred is ten times that of yours."

Nangong Fu advised Ouyang Wuji: "I can tolerate it, don't be too anxious..."

In fact, he understood that Ouyang Wuji's anger was not for him, but for his sons and nephews.

Otherwise, the backbone of the two families would think they were too cowardly.

“What should I do now?”

Ouyang Wuji pulled open a collar and said, "Go to kneel down and burn incense to carry the coffin?"

The two nephews were also very unwilling to accept it.

"Continue to implement the resolutions of the Council just now and do what you should do."

"In addition, the 800 Gunners and Jiufeng are still unsafe."

Nangong Fu whispered: "You hire another group of 300 mercenaries as their trump card."

"Don't be a pity if you spend one billion or two billion."

"And I, call Mr. Murong."
Chapter completed!