Die For Life

Better results...

When he was preparing to update the next chapter of the novel in his bedroom, Le Yu kept reverberating in his mind the words of the bad man Qin Leyin.

After Leyu worked closely with him through the Youth Daily, it was normal for him to see something, or as long as he could see through the mystery in the Youth Daily, he could almost guess what Leyu wanted to do.

Xuanzhu County is such a big county, and there are not a few smart people. They just can see that Gui, but no one is going to stop Le Yu from continuing to do this kind of ‘suffering from the bottom’. In addition to the protection of the Jing family in the Youth Daily, what is more important is that what Leyu wants to do may not be inconsistent with the wishes of smart people.

Everyone is waiting for the moment to reshuffle the cards.

Xuanzhu County has been playing this game for too long.

This is like a 200-minute moba game. Everyone’s equipment development has reached the limit. Even the wild monsters and the minions have become super powerful due to time. The forces of each side are facing each other, but they know that first A person who throws a big move will inevitably die early and overtake his life, so this confrontation has only lasted for many years.

Even if Emperor Huiyao collapsed, Xuanzhu County was still facing the sea and the flowers were blooming because no one dared to do it.

And now, some people want to provoke the low-level civilians to riot, which is equivalent to a lucky draw, where one party/multiple lucky forces are randomly selected to bear the blood of the Dongyang people, which will squeeze the people's grievances accumulated by the people of Dongyang for many years.

Smart people may not think that they can crush all forces to unify Dongyang, but smart people think that as long as they prepare early, they will definitely not be chosen as the sacrifice of the mob movement.

As long as this game is overthrown by the "weeds and trees", as long as they survive this next chaos, they will be greeted by a new game. All the cards are reshuffled, and they can swallow other power resources at worst. Furthermore, the best...that is to control the silver blood and unify Dongyang.

What Leyu wanted to do was to sacrifice the Jing family and summon the red ghost, so that the civilian power would develop into a monster of six gods before the next game started, and blast the dog heads of the aristocratic chambers of commerce that were ready to reap the benefits.

However, there is no doubt that such a social movement will inevitably bleed and kill people, and it is not impossible that even the black candle is stained with blood.

Since ancient times, all countries have shed blood and blood for reforms. Please start with the Jing family...This is the original plan of Leyu.

But Qin Leyin proposed a more tempting plan.

Top down!

Le Yu didn't know if Qin Leyin guessed that he jumped, or still thinks that he just wants to take advantage of the chaos to become a bureaucratic capitalist, but his proposal is really exciting.

When the silver-blooded president, drunk in charge of the world, drunk lying on the knees of a beauty, built a crystal palace... Leyu shook his head, severely despising his own boring desire.

What is good about wine? If he can become the president of the silver blood, he will spend his entire life to make out air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines and coke!

The honey five-flower tea is still not strong enough!

It would be better if he could generate AC power to charge his brick mobile phone in his lifetime!

Then use the funds of the Silver Blood Society to entice the adventurers to find the Well of the Gods and Demons, and start the era of the Great Mystery!

Be the first wave!

After Leyu refreshed his mind, he honestly continued to write the manuscript.

In all fairness, Le Yu, as an old proletariat, is naturally a good thing to see the working class overthrow the bourgeoisie.

Perhaps there are good people in the bourgeoisie, but every pore of the bourgeoisie is dripping with blood and dirty things from head to toe. Witnessing them being crushed to dust by the wheels of history is worthy of the nine-year compulsory education.

But the Silver-Blood Association also has the Heyang Army, and the county government, and even the major chambers of commerce have raised countless private soldiers.

This world is not the world of the past. The army here has initially entered the era of hot weapons, and the warriors here have also surpassed the limits of the cold weapon army.

Only bleeding from the bottom layer can really make a **** path?

Leyu couldn't guarantee it, but the people of Dongyang didn't even have a chance to shed blood before. He just could create such an opportunity.

But what if he becomes the president of the Silver Blood Society?

Leyu knows that he is not a material for intrigues and fights for power, but as long as he works with Bai Yeli, it is not difficult to fatten and grow the working class. If possible, he can even divide the He Yang army, or create conditions for Bai Ye to form an armed army.

Who would have thought that the chief capitalist was a spy for the proletariat?

Therefore, when he became the president of the Silver and Blood Association, he almost won without losing. The worst result is that the working class is temporarily dormant and continues to grow. The best result is to collude with the white night to carry out the upper evolvement, and only the blood of capitalists will be completed. Revolutionary evolution.

Of course, the premise is that Leyu can become the president of the Silver Blood Club.

Just listening to Qin Leyin's picture cake, but he not only has to face Lan Yan, but also defeats the other nine competitors-including Qin Leyin, the bad man.

But Leyu had to admit.

His heart has changed a little.

Until he became the head of the family, Le Yu always wanted to leave with one vote, and slip away if he did a lot of trouble.

Just like you see a poo routine on the Internet and try it out in a game, it doesn’t matter whether you win or lose, as long as you are happy, it’s enough.

But now, Leyu knew that he had changed.

The ice-blood physique allowed him to get rid of the boring negative emotions of ‘escaping’ and ‘hesitating’, and it made him know his heart very clearly.

He can't deceive himself anymore.

Perhaps Qian Yuliu, Xia Linguo, and Jing Shou are so desperate and demanding because they cannot deceive themselves. Unable to believe in more beautiful fantasies wishful thinking, only to face one's own vulgar and ugly heart time and time again, anyone will introspect infinitely because of this, and gradually become a ‘saint’...or a ‘leftover’.

However, the change in the language of music was not because the capitalist's **** corroded the soul.

But...

Leyu drank the honey five-flower tea, turned his head and glanced at Qing Lan, who was sitting on the bed pretending to read the book and was observing secretly. The latter turned his gaze back to the page without hurriedly, as if Nothing happened.

"Why do you see me?"

"The son is good-looking."

Of course Jing Zhengwei is pretty - otherwise Leyu wouldn't have thought he was really a woman.

However, Leyu was confident that he was better-looking than Jing Zhengwei, so he laughed at this compliment.

"Then what are you laughing at?"

Qing Lan smiled innocently: "Am I smiling?"

Leyu twitched the corners of his mouth: "You can't stop the corners of your mouth being upturned, you are obviously smiling, and you have never stopped!"

Qing Lan subconsciously wanted to cover her mouth, and then said generously, "I'm happy."

"Why are you happy?"

"Because the son said just now he likes me more."

"But you have to pay attention to who I told you just now," Le Yu reminded: "I mean, between Midie and you, I like you better. I won against Midie... um... A mature and charming female bodyguard, can you really feel satisfied?"

Qing Lan's smile was not affected at all. She closed her eyes and shook her body gently, as if chewing on some good memories, and said coquettishly: "I don't listen to me, I only know that the son said he likes me more, hehe."

Le Yu seemed to suddenly come back to his senses: "No, the only women I am familiar with are you and Mi Die. I don't remember all the names of Maid Jingyuan. I said that I like you more. Doesn't it mean that I like you the most? Your woman is you."

Qing Lan hummed a small tune and flicked around on the bed, obviously thinking of this a long time ago.

"But I still have a few beautiful girls in my heart," Leyu turned his pen: "For example, Mu Qingmei in the newspaper, she was specially recruited by me. I will focus on checking her manuscripts every issue~www. wuxiaspot.com~you know, right?"

Qing Lan's body stagnated, she naturally remembered the female editor who seemed to have countless youthful vigor every day. She has always been envious of Mu Qingmei, maybe they have their own advantages in appearance, but the self-confidence of Mu Qingmei may be a quality she can't have in this life.

"You want to know, who do I like better between you and her?"

Qing Lan don't overdo it: "I don't want to."

"Also, I actually have a half-sister who is not related by blood," Le Yu sighed: "She is studying at Yanjing Royal Academy now, and I don't know if she is doing well."

"Hey? How many places can she rank in my mind...?"

Half-sister...love sister is right!

Thinking of staying by his side for so many days without even knowing this information, Qing Lan felt that her eyes were astringent and her heart became a ball. She closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to know!"

Le Yu sighed: "Actually, compared to these children, the Jing family is the mountain on my shoulders. Do you know my third brother? The old master actually thought about choosing the third brother, but if this is the case, The old Patriarch will kill the third brother’s fiancé first-the Patriarch of the Jing Family must regard the Jing Family as the most important thing, and all love, family and friendship must make concessions for them."

"Speaking of which, you should know the most important thing in my mind, what is my favorite, right?"

Why do you have to ask me? Don't I even have the right to be happy this night?

Qing Lan just wanted to plug her ears and replied angrily: "I don't know!"

"The answer is self-evident."

Leyu looked at the manuscript paper full of someone's name on the table, held it in a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"I really like you better."