Strongest Guard

Hearing the old man's words, Jinghong Ming nearly sent the table flying.    

As the Chief of the Supreme Security Office, for the sake of such a mysterious force like the Flame Valley, he had already been in dire straits.    

It was not easy to wait until today.    

The mysterious King Xuanyuan was no longer related to Flame Valley.    

The army could also completely mobilize a large amount of their power to clean up the Flame Valley of the traitor and take control of this most critical area, the Dragon Eye area of the Dragonpulse.    

A great battle had yet to break out.    

However, Jinghong Ming already had a premonition of how hard the war would be.    

After all, everyone knew that Flame Valley users were those kind of unfathomable experts, who had the ability to not care about guns.    

But Mr Liu is confident of winning the battle.    

Clearing Flame Valley meant removing a poisonous tumor, and everything was going to be fine.    

Why things are always so unsatisfactory.    

Behind the small village of eight hundred, what big power was there?    

The old man clenched his teeth tightly. No matter how Jinghong Ming asked, he wouldn't say a word.    

However, thinking about it, this kind of thing wasn't impossible to understand.    

Back then, when the Sui Dynasty was destroyed, Yang Guang should have been in the savage corpse wilderness.    

However, under Empress Xiao's leadership, they built a mausoleum for the sunlight.    

Eight hundred people left a small part there, a guardian of the tomb from generation to generation.    

What about the others?    

Where did those guys, who swore to be loyal to Emperor Suiyang, go?    

When Yang Guang ran out from the depths of hell, he wasn't stupid enough to think that he only needed to control Dark Bane to dominate the entire world, right?    

Yang Guang wasn't that stupid.    

Therefore, his self-confidence must have originated from something that he had prepared a thousand years ago.    

The old man had casually said, "The civil and military officials under Emperor Yang."    

It sounded as though he was joking with Zhang Xuan about the evaluation.    

However, he was actually reminding Jinghong Ming.    

To remind Director-general Jinghong, the real cause of this disturbance was not Flame Valley, but Lee Nanfang.    

"Director-general Jinghong, you don't have to worry too much.    

At the very least, eight hundred people would be cut off from the world after a thousand years.    

We just watch the tomb. We don't do anything else.    

If Xie Qingshang and his wife stayed at 800, they wouldn't be in any danger.    

However, once Lee Nanfang was completely controlled by that evil dragon, the number of loyal subordinates that Emperor Yang could summon would no longer be within my control.    

Furthermore, I do not know where exactly those people are. "    

After saying this, the old man lowered his head and looked at the teacup in front of him.    

That was obvious.    

What should be said, what shouldn't be said, he had already said it. As for how he was going to deal with this matter, it all depended on Jinghong Ming and the others' choice.    

But the question was, how would they choose?    

What the old man said meant that all of them had to be on the opposite side of Lee Nanfang.    

This kind of outcome, was definitely not one that everyone in Longteng December wished to see.    

Jinghong Ming had complicated thoughts.    

At this time, it really showed how ruthless the killing of the Demon King Hu Mietang was in February.    

Lao Hu almost didn't hesitate, he suddenly slammed the table and said with a loud voice, "Ten, don't worry too much.    

It was one thing for that stinky brat Lee Nanfang to be honest.    

If he was truly that useless, he would have been completely controlled by a vile dragon and would have dared to do something that would affect the stability of the country.    

We don't need to be polite with him.    

We need to be confident.    

Of course, he should have confidence in Lee Nanfang.    

I feel that no matter how weak that damn brat is, he will know what he should do and what he shouldn't do. "    

Hu Mietang comforted her.    

What he got was Jinghong Ming shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "I have confidence in everyone, but I don't have any confidence in that stinking brat Lee Nanfang. Is it not enough for him to bring us trouble?    

Forget it, forget it.    

Let's not think about the future for now.    

At the very least, we already know these things in advance and have enough time to prepare.    

I think of something else now.    

"Say, do you think that thing has anything to do with Lee Nanfang?"    

Jinghong Ming asked as if he was referring to something.    

Hu Mietang was surprised for a moment and then suddenly understood: "Ten, you mean..."    

What did he say?    

Lao Hu, this damned pretentious criminal, purposely kept everyone in suspense, not speaking at all.    

He was just together with Jinghong Ming, and his gaze landed on the Fructus Elder Fang.    

This situation was inconceivable.    

So many people were present.    

If you really want to distinguish between the factions, it's very simple.    

Jinghong Ming and Hu Mietang represented the government.    

The Great Clan Elder, Yuv Qingmei and Liu Chengji represented the Flame Valley.    

The old man represented eight hundred.    

Old Daoist Yuan Ke and Master Empty represented the people.    

These people more or less had some important connections with Lee Nanfang. They were all key people in solving many mysteries after sitting here chatting for such a long time.    

However, there was only one person who was completely an outsider.    

Elder Fang.    

He, who represented his Fructus, was completely an audience for this kind of occasion.    

He didn't have the qualifications to participate in the discussion.    

Elder Fang also recognized his own identity and had not spoken since the beginning.    

But why did Jinghong Ming and Lao Hu both look at him in the end?    

Elder Fang felt quite uncomfortable under these two sharp gazes. He shrugged his shoulders and put on an innocent expression as he said, "Director-general Jinghong, Mr. Hu, don't look at me like that."    

Before I came here, I didn't even know who Lee Nanfang was, much less talk with you guys.    

I was merely ordered by our Sect Master to find the child.    

Coincidentally, he saved them together with everyone else.    

You dragged me here.    

I didn't want to hear these secrets.    

Don't try to kill me to keep my mouth shut, my Fructus isn't something that I can do as I wish. "    

Elder Fang's words were quite domineering, but his polite tone was clearly lacking in confidence.    

Even he himself was helpless.    

He was clearly an outsider, so how could he be involved in such a big incident?    

This made him want to report back to the sect head.    

It was hard to know what to say and what not to say.    

Elder Fang furrowed his brows, feeling bitter.    

Jinghong Ming's face eased up and he said softly, "Elder Fang, you must have misunderstood.    

Today, I invited you here for no other reason but a little suspicion.    

After all, Fructus is also one of the largest gangs under the heavens with a long history. The disciples of Fructus are everywhere in the world, and the legends that can be passed down are something those of us who can't understand it.    

Maybe you do know something? "    

Jinghong Ming asked casually.    

Elder Fang shook his head like a rattle drum, "Don't, I don't know anything."    

"Alright, it doesn't matter if Elder Fang doesn't know. Let's not talk about what happened just now for now. I just want to ask, do you need us to help out with the trouble that your Great Clan Master Shen has met with? "    

The trouble with Great Sect Master Shen?    

Something that could make Fructus Sect Master Shen Qingwu feel troubled in this world?    

The answer is - yes!    

As Zhou Wenwen knew, Shen Qingwu's heart was already tied to Yang Xiao.    

Yang Xiao had been in the Pearl for so long.    

According to Shen Qingwu's temper, she should have already run over and stay by Yang Xiao's side to deepen their relationship.    

She was already in her thirties.    

It wasn't easy for her to find a man she liked. If she didn't hold on to him tightly, she would simply be letting down the good leather bag bestowed to her by the heavens.    

However, half a month passed.    

Even if he asked for food along the way, he could still get it from Qingshan to Ming Zhu.    

However, Shen Qingwu had never shown her face.    

Even when Yang Xiao and the Great Elder took the initiative to ask her to help them find Lee Sujin, she was unable to grasp onto such a good opportunity.    

He had merely instructed Elder Fang to handle this matter.    

Where did Shen Qingwu herself go?    

It was a huge problem that dragged down her energy, causing her to have no time to come to Ming Zhu.    

As for what the trouble was --    

"Director-general Jinghong, I thank you for your kindness on behalf of the Sect Master here." But that matter is a family matter within our Fructus, it is not convenient to speak of it publicly, and we do not need the help of outsiders. "    

Elder Fang rejected Jinghong Ming's good intentions.    

Jinghong Ming didn't care that much. It was just that he didn't want to drink to his heart's content. He asked again: "You really don't need it?"    

"No need."    

"But Elder Fang, you heard what we just said. We suspect —"    

"Director-general Jinghong, you don't need to suspect, our Fructus has the ability to investigate the truth of the matter."    

As Elder Fang was speaking, he suddenly stood up and cupped his hands towards the crowd, "Everyone, it is my honor to have this opportunity to sit together with everyone. I've had tea, and I've heard a wonderful story. After hearing it, he forgot about it. The old beggar was very hungry, so he went to find a place to get some food.    

After saying this, Elder Fang turned and left.    

This old beggar really couldn't stand Jinghong Ming's questioning. He was afraid that if he said anything that leaked, he would be punished by the Sect Leader.    

Anyway, Lee Sujin had returned to the hands of the Great Elder and his mission was completed.    

If he didn't leave now, then when?    

Elder Fang's withdrawal could be considered as opening the door for this special meeting.    

Master Empty also stood up and put his hands together.    

"Everyone, I, this old monk, have disturbed everyone for too long. I will also take my leave."    

Before he left, he reminded Director-general Jinghong a little bit more.    

Most of the things that had just been said were just guesses. It could be said to be true, but it could also be completely false.    

But there is one thing that I know very well.    

Lee Nanfang, who had the Black Dragon on him, would definitely not have a smooth sailing life in this world.    

As I said, his greatest enemy isn't the Black Dragon, but someone who tried every possible means to kill him.    

The cause and effect of the reappearance of the world, as well as the grudges from his previous life, were indistinctly overlapping.    

Whether or not it could resolve the crisis.    

It all depends on his luck. "    

Master Empty said in confusion.    

As the sound of his voice faded, the old monk walked away.    

After Master Empty left, the Great Elder turned around and nodded to Jinghong Ming, "Director-general Jinghong, no matter how many secrets we learn, we are still stuck on the issue at hand.    

Even if the king himself had met with a problem and was unable to escape death, that would have been predestined for a long time.    

But a traitor within the Flame Valley must never hurt His Majesty at all.    

From now on, I'll stay in the hospital.    

Only the third day of the third month. "    

With that, the Head Elder walked out.    

Yuv Qingmei and Liu Chengji didn't move an inch away from each other.    

The old man joined in the commotion and invited Old Daoist Yuan Ke to go with him to the hospital to seek a quiet place.    

In the blink of an eye, only Jinghong Ming and Hu Mietang were left in the private room of the teahouse.    

The two stood by the window, looking at the General Hospital of Mingzhu in the distance.    

"Lao Hu, tell me, what do you mean by Master Empty's last sentence?"    

"What can it mean? It's the kind of person that can't wait for Lee Nanfang to die."    

"Who was it?"    

Jinghong Ming muttered to himself, then saw that the convoy had stopped in front of General Hospital of Mingzhu's gate.    

He waited until he saw who had gotten out of the first car.    

The corner of his eyes twitched as he asked Lao Hu, "Could it be him?"