Under Lin Xian'er's persistent pleading, Xu Suiyan had no choice but to agree, but then suddenly said, "However, you must come with me, otherwise I absolutely will not go."
Then he looked at Xu Rong and said, "I'm not doing this for you, but for Xian'er. Don't flatter me!"
Lin Xian'er's face immediately stiffened. Her purpose was to get rid of this teddy bear so that she could also make a move on Xu Rong.
But if they go together, how can they control the Xu family and control Bashu?
Upon hearing this, Xu Rong quickly smiled ingratiatingly: "Not at all, as long as you're willing to go, anything is fine, hehehe."
Xu Suiyan stood up and said, "Then I'll set off now and try to get back within ten days."
Then he looked at Lin Xian'er and said softly, "Xian'er, let's get going quickly. Come on, let's go back and pack our luggage first."
"Okay, sure."
Lin Xian'er was pulled away from the hall by Xu Suiyan. Although she was very unwilling, she could only suppress her dissatisfaction for the time being.
As soon as everyone left, the smile on Xu Rong's face vanished instantly.
Just then, another urgent report arrived.
"Your Highness, General Yuan has sent an urgent report from Langcheng!"
"Take a look."
Xu Rong opened the urgent report and glanced at it.
That one glance instantly turned Xu Rong's face ashen.
The urgent report contained only one sentence: Wen Yinhu and three thousand cultivators all perished outside Langcheng.
Bang--
Xu Rong slammed his hand on the table.
"Yuan Suiyun! Very well, it seems you're determined to lay your cards on the table with me? Let me see just how capable your assistant really is!"
"Order the Lingwu Guard to summon Zhang Huan and Duan Jiong to the Prince's residence for a meeting!"
"Order the Powu Camp to proceed to Langcheng for assembly."
"Tell them that once they breach Langcheng, they can unleash their troops for three days, and even if they slaughter every living being in Langcheng, they need not worry!"
Clearly, Xu Rong was truly enraged this time.
...
Inside the ancient king's tomb, Luo Manying used the blood of young boys to irrigate her naked body.
Blood flowed down the body, and the skin immediately emitted a dark, bloody glow, absorbing all the blood into the body.
A strong, eerie wind swept by, and the White Bone Throne appeared, with the Heavenly Evil Mystic King sitting proudly on the throne.
"Judging from your demeanor, it seems you've gained nothing."
Luo Manying licked her moist lower lip.
Tianxie Xuanwang snorted coldly: "Everyone says Xu Rong is a man of iron will and decisive in killing, but I didn't expect that he would be so different from his reputation. I only see a good-for-nothing!"
"Hahaha..."
Luo Manying gave a wicked smile and took off his black fur coat.
Her perfect, blood-stained body was displayed in its entirety in this dark palace of bones.
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