Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 422 Clearing Inner Ghosts, Palming Dark Lines ([-])

There are so many people living in a courtyard at once, it is very lively.

After Han Wu's fever subsides, he still has the strength to flirt with Bing Ci, which shows that his body is recovering well.

It's just that after waking up again, I lost my temper.

If Wei Feng's arrival hadn't aroused his sense of crisis, he could have stayed longer.

Now, they're all meeting in another room.

"Young Master Han, this is our family business," Wei Feng said provocatively, blocking him from the door (I am not afraid of you if others are afraid of you).

"Who said I want to participate in your meeting, I'm just looking for a certain little brother," Han Wu smiled politely and elegantly.

In this way, the two seem to be very friendly.

"Sorry, I'm very busy," Wei Feng said without hesitation and closed the door.

Smiling all over the face, comfortable.

Oh, Han Wu sneered, his eyes glowed, he wished he could find an ax and knock down the door.

At this moment, the laughter outside the window caught his attention, his eyes rolled, and he had an idea in his mind.

In the room, on Bing Ci's left is Wei Feng, Tang Jiang Rongshi, and on his right is Gu Ba Big Brother, Gu Ming.

"It's hard to find a hidden thread, so I have to keep it as my own. If you don't have a grudge, you can't miss this opportunity," Rong Shi said with a calm expression on his face.

"I also agree that the dark thread is a big deal. Instead of letting it fall into the hands of people with ulterior motives, it is better for us to hold it in our own hands." Tang Jiang did so much to restart the dark thread intelligence all over the Western Capital Continent Knowing that Bingci has no intention of power, he still forces her to inherit it time and time again.

"Brother, what's your opinion?" Bing Ci wanted to hear from Gu Ba and the others after listening to them.

"Young master Tang has already explained to us about the secret line. The idea of ​​my brother and I is that we don't need to open the intelligence network all over the continent, but the three provinces can still control it. Before that, we need to get the information from the person in charge of Fucheng. The ring, the ring from Yingcheng has already been offered by the Song family."

"Patriarch Song is quite knowledgeable about current affairs and doesn't like to manage things. Although the development of Yingcheng is not as good as other big provinces, it can still achieve Wufu and people's safety."

"The people in power in Fucheng are the Han family. Han Pu is a man who is good at calculating and scheming. I'm afraid this ring is not so easy to get," Gu Ming said all his thoughts.

"If possible, I don't want to fight him head-on, the captain's uncle, it's not easy to fight," Bingci thought of this and his head hurts. The god is still sulking at the fact that I knocked him out that day. If he knows now that I want to fight His uncle... the consequences would be disastrous.

"There is another way..."

"Swish"

A football flew in through the window and shattered the glass.

The voice was too loud, it immediately attracted everyone's attention, and successfully interrupted Wei Feng's next words.

Both Gu Ba and Rong Shi were short-tempered, and they immediately climbed to the window and put on an air of cursing.

"Which family's brat? You smashed the glass in my house, wait for me to come down, and see if I don't blow your ass open."

However, there was only one Han Wu downstairs, and the kid knew he had caused trouble, so he ran away long ago.

Bingci picked up the football, smiled knowingly, a little helpless, and immediately made a decision.

"Three days later, gather the manpower, the goal: to organize the base of the dark line, take charge of the dark line, share the leadership of the three provinces, and open the intelligence network. I have my own use."

"Yes," everyone answered neatly.

Bing Ci went downstairs with the football, and saw Han Wu surrounded by a group of children.

"Brother, we seem to have gotten into trouble, will we be scolded?"

"It's okay, when the time comes, you will say that I did it," Han Wu comforted them.

"What about you?" Bing Ci came over and stroked his head, and returned the football to the children, letting them play first.

"I'm an adult, it's okay to be scolded a few times," Han Wu coldly avoided her hand, and sat alone on the swing chair.

Bingci followed, sat next to him, and comforted him: "You are also a child, in the future, with me around, I will never let you be wronged."

"Draw me a big cake again," Han Wu said on his lips, but his heart was already bubbling with joy, and the corners of his mouth never came down from the angle that Bing Ci could not see.

Bing Ci didn't speak, walked behind him and gently pushed the swing chair, Han Wu felt at ease.

(End of this chapter)