In the largest copper mine in the Saltpeter Country, there was a copper mine tycoon. His son also liked to play e-sports games, so he organized an e-sports game team.

At the gate of the E-sports Gem Valley, the Xuanwu Kingdom had a fierce battle with the E-sports masters of the coffee country, and they were evenly matched.

However, this e-sports duel at the gate of that saltpeter country made many passionate young people in the saltpeter country who played e-sports full of heroism.

These young people from the saltpeter country's e-sports are in the Gem Valley of their own country. However, these people can only watch the e-sports masters from the lighthouse country and the coffee country's e-sports masters from the Xuanwu country's e-sports masters, and they feel a little unhappy.

As the e-sports tycoon Hannegan of the Lighthouse Country, he, his e-sports master E-sports Rain Man, and his lover Margaret, all felt the unfriendly expressions of the people from the saltpeter country, and the atmosphere of wanting to attack the e-sports master of the Lighthouse Country.

The Dark Duke also felt the anger of the saltpeter people.

Those from coffee countries are more able to accept foreign investment and advanced technology.

The people from the Saltpeter Kingdom were even narrower, so the Dark Duke also began to make arrangements, and he wanted to prevent those people from doing things to him.

He Boge and Wei Taiqiang also felt this, and Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao were also preparing to strengthen the defense work of their e-sports clubs.

Heberg seemed to be sitting alone in a paradise, beside a burning fire; there was a glass of ale on the table next to him, with large chunks of baked wheat cakes standing in it; he held his black and short pipe in his mouth. Cao Wangrong ran to the stove to keep warm. I asked if the master was at home? I had not received any answers for a long time. I thought the old man was a little deaf, so I said it louder.

"No!" he roared, and the sound was better than saying it was from his nose. "No! Go back wherever you come from."

"Hoberg!" A complaining voice from the inner room shouted at the same time as me. "How many times do I want to call you? Now there is only a little red ashes left.Hoberg! Come now."

He sprayed smoke vigorously and stared at the grille, indicating that he could not hear the request at all. He could not see the shadow; probably one went out if he had something to do, and the other was busy with his affairs. We heard that it was Wei Taiqiang's voice, so we went in.

"Ah, I hope you die in the attic and starve to death!" The child said, and when he heard us walk in, he mistakenly thought it was his negligent listening lie.

As soon as he saw his mistake, he stopped and his cousin ran towards him.

"Is it you, Miss Wei Taiqiang?" He said, raising his head from the armrest of the big chair he was leaning against. "Don't kiss me; it made me breathless. Oh my god! Dad said you would come," he continued, calming down a little after Cao Wangrong hugged him; at this time she stood beside her, looking very regretful. "Can you close the door, okay? You keep the door open; those hateful things will not add coal to the fire. So cold!"

I stirred the embers and took a coal bucket of coal by myself. The patient complained that the coal ash was floating all over him; but he hadn't finished coughing, and it seemed like he was having a fever, so I didn't scold him for his temper.

"Hey, Wei Taiqiang," Cao Wangrong murmured as his frown spread out, "Do you like to see me? What can I do to you?"

"Why didn't you come before?" he asked. "You should come, don't write letters. Writing these long letters makes me very annoyed.

I would rather talk to you. Now I can't even stand talking and can't do anything. I don't know where I went."

I was busy with him and I didn't hear him thank him; I was reluctant to run around under his command, and I replied, "No one is there except Hoberg."

"I want to drink water," he cried, turning around. "Since Dad left, Zira has been swinging to Jimo and swallowing it. It's so unlucky! I have to come down here and stay. They always deliberately can't hear me calling upstairs."

"Did your father take care of you attentively, Master He Bog?" I asked, and I could see that Cao Wangrong's friendly expression had suffered setbacks.

"Take care? At least he told them to take care of themselves too much," he shouted. "Those bad guys! Do you know, Miss Wei Taiqiang, that savage Harriton laughed at me! I hate him! Really, I hate all of them: they are all disgusting guys."

Yu Yali began to look for water; she found a bottle of water in the cupboard, and filled a large glass and brought it over. He told her to pour a spoonful of wine from a bottle on the table to add it; after drinking a little, he seemed calmer and said she was very kind.

"Do you like seeing me?" She repeated her previous question, happily seeing a little smile on his face.

"Yes, I like it. It's strange to hear sounds like you speak!" he replied. "But I've been distressed because you refused to come. Dad swears that it was because of me, and he called me a pitiful, sarcastic, worthless thing, and said you looked down on me. He also said that if he was in my position, he would be more like the master of the farm than your father. But you don't look down on me, right, Miss?"

"I would like you to call me Cao Wangrong, or Yu Yali," my lady interrupted him. "See you? No! I love you more than anyone alive except dad and Alan. However, I don't love Mr. Hoberge; when he comes back, I dare not come. Will he walk away for many days?"

"There aren't many days," Wei Taiqiang replied, "but since the hunting season, he often goes to the wilderness; when he is away, you can stay with me for an hour or two and promise me that you must come. I think I will not lose my temper with you, you will not make me angry, and you always want to help me, don't you?"

"Yes," Cao Wangrong said, stroking his long soft hair. "As long as I can get my father's permission, I will spend half of my time with you. Beautiful Wei Taiqiang! I hope you are my younger brother."

"Then will you like me as much as your father?" he said, more pleasant than just now. "But Dad said, if you were my wife, you would love me more than you, love the whole world, so I would rather you be my wife."

"No, I will never love anyone more than dad," she replied seriously.

"Sometimes people hate their wives, but not their brothers and sisters. If you are a younger brother, you can live with us, and dad will like you as much as I do."
Chapter completed!