Chapter 2656
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Xiao Zhi Le
Chapter 2656
Chapter 750: Chief of the Southwest
This Nima is a rebel organization?
The group of rats that were thrown into the stinky gutter by the Round Table Council?
Shouldn't they be lurking, working hard, and practicing hard, just for the belief in their hearts?
"Ha, what an irony," Qing Wu sneered twice.
It's not that he hasn't entered the provincial headquarters of the rebel organization, it's just that he has the greatest influence in the Northern Province of the Round Table Council.
There, Qingwu saw the most fearless warrior.
In the headquarters, except for the settings required for cultivation, everything is very simple. It seems that in their life, apart from cultivation, they are doing their best to fight!
Although in that operation, the soldiers of the council slaughtered all the rebels in the general altar, Qing Wu never held back.
But I still have respect for these people in my heart.
Qing Wu also thought that all rebel organizations were like this.
It's just that I didn't expect that the rebel organization in the Southwest Province turned out to be in such a situation.
The couple's faces were not very good-looking.
Qin Qi and the others set out from the Baishan branch together before, and they have seen the situation of the branch. All resources are used for development and preservation of strength. Has there ever been a scene of extravagance here?
"Let's go, the chief is already waiting for us in the meeting hall," Mohe Heir said silently.
Mohe successor, the name of Linglinglu's father.
The mother is Lisin the Mighty One.
"Every time I come here, I always feel uncomfortable," Li Xin sighed.
Hearing this, Mo He hurriedly shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Lixin shut up and stopped speaking.
Several people came all the way to the temple in the center of the headquarters and climbed up the stairs.
The construction of this temple is extremely majestic and magnificent, and the cost of financial resources is unimaginable.
Every time he came here, Mo He would think, if the money was used to assist the warriors in the organization to practice, wouldn't many people die?
It's just that he didn't dare to say such doubts.
Fortunately, he seldom came to the headquarters, so he would not be suffocated to death if he couldn't see it!
Climbing up the extremely long and extremely high stairs that are useless except to show majesty, what appeared in front of everyone was a magnificent conference hall!
Such a luxurious decoration makes people dizzy.
And this couple who dedicated their lives to the rebel organization were even more silent, and their faces became more and more ugly.
When they came here, someone led the way.
The man was wearing a fine attire, with a haughty expression on his face, and his aura was even more vain, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a member of the rebel organization.
If it wasn't for this place but the Southwest General Altar of the rebel organization, Qin Qi would only think that he was the son of a certain big family.
"It's finally here, my dad has been waiting for a long time, go in quickly, don't waste my dad's time!" the man said impatiently.
This is the son of the head of the main altar, and because of his relationship, he serves in this temple.
All he does is meaningless and idle things, but the position is extremely high, and the treatment he enjoys is also the most lucrative.
The pensions received by the bloody soldiers who died in battle were not as much as his cost of a meal of wine.
Qin Qi was really speechless.
At this moment, the view of the rebel organization has completely changed, at least for the southwest headquarters.
Qin Qi even saw that this person seemed to have glanced at Ling Linglu a few times, and Qin Qi would not miss the look in his eyes.
This is, are you interested in Linglinglu?
The man noticed Qin Qi's gaze and snorted softly, but he didn't dare to look any more, he just saluted very perfunctorily: "Senior Wudao, my father is waiting for you."
The Wudao in front of him has nothing in common with what he usually sees.
But that person is not surprised, anyway, Wudao has always been like this, the real face, even his father may not know.
Qin Qi ignored it and walked straight into the hall.
The scale of the meeting hall is so huge that it is hard to imagine that it is only used for discussing matters. In terms of size alone, the hall of the round table meeting is inferior.
Of course, the ancient background is not on the same level at all.
In the center of the meeting hall, surrounded by thousands of exquisite stone pillars, there is a throne standing, and there is a person sitting on it at this moment, like a king!
He looked down at everyone, as if he was a god!
"See Mr. President!" Although Mo He and the others were reluctant, they all knelt down.
"This is the Southwest Chief?" Qin Qi whispered in his heart.
This person is indeed somewhat unusual, with several powerful treasures on his body, covering up his aura, but Qin Qi can still see through it.
Great Tianzun's strength!
Good guy!
It's just that this aura has already started to float, fluctuating up and down, it seems that he is under the threat of falling, and in a real battle, he is not an innocent opponent.
It's no wonder that Wudao has a huge reputation in the Southwest Province.
This guy didn't even dare to make a move, otherwise he might expose the truth of his decline in strength!
"Wudao, you really did a good job this time," the Southwest Chief looked down at the crowd and said coldly.
This tone does not sound like a compliment at all.
"What do you mean?" Qin Qi just asked plainly.
The Southwest chief's eyes darkened a bit.
He has always hated Wudao's attitude. He is the chief minister of the Southwest Province, and he is the highest position. Why should this person despise him?
When you see him, you should kneel!
"Hmph, don't you understand what you did yourself, the destruction of the berserkers has nothing to do with you?" the Southwest chief said in a deep voice.
Qin Qi shrugged and said, "I'm only responsible for saving people. What does it have to do with me if the berserkers are destroyed?"
The corners of Southwest Chief's eyes twitched, and he said sharply: "Okay, it has nothing to do with you, but someone must be responsible for the consequences of this matter!"
responsible?
"My lord, isn't it a good thing that the berserkers have been exterminated? It's exciting, but why should they be responsible instead?" Mo He couldn't help but ask.
Such a thing should be rewarded.
How did he get here, but he became someone responsible!
"Mohe, don't you think you can get a reward? Do you know how much trouble you have caused!" the Southwest Chief shouted sharply.
"The immediate demise of the Berserkers will inevitably lead to a backlash from the parliament. Don't you know what kind of situation we will face then?"
"Don't we just have to be beaten?" Li Xin asked in disbelief.
"Shut up, do you have the right to speak?" The president of the Southwest yelled, and said in a cold voice: "The game between the two major forces, do you think it's just playing tricks? Is it that simple?"
"The balance that Southwest finally achieved may be directly destroyed by you!"
"Balance..." Mo He gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and said, "Then what does the chief think?"
"This matter must be lowered by the parliament, otherwise my southwest province will be burned!" The Southwest Chief said flatly.
"How to give the steps?"
"Those people in the southwest just want to give an explanation to the parliament. If they can not fight, they are not willing to fight."
"And this matter started because of you, for the current plan, we can only give up you and the Baishan branch, so that everything can be calmed down!"
"One branch is exchanged for one berserker, and we don't lose money on this deal!" the Southwest chief said slowly.
Mo He and the others shook their bodies, furious.
"How could you so lightly abandon the fighters who fight for the same ideal!" Mohe roared.
"This is a sacrifice!" The Southwest chief said calmly, and then his voice became sharper, "Why, are you afraid of sacrifice?"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 750: Chief of the Southwest
This Nima is a rebel organization?
The group of rats that were thrown into the stinky gutter by the Round Table Council?
Shouldn't they be lurking, working hard, and practicing hard, just for the belief in their hearts?
"Ha, what an irony," Qing Wu sneered twice.
It's not that he hasn't entered the provincial headquarters of the rebel organization, it's just that he has the greatest influence in the Northern Province of the Round Table Council.
There, Qingwu saw the most fearless warrior.
In the headquarters, except for the settings required for cultivation, everything is very simple. It seems that in their life, apart from cultivation, they are doing their best to fight!
Although in that operation, the soldiers of the council slaughtered all the rebels in the general altar, Qing Wu never held back.
But I still have respect for these people in my heart.
Qing Wu also thought that all rebel organizations were like this.
It's just that I didn't expect that the rebel organization in the Southwest Province turned out to be in such a situation.
The couple's faces were not very good-looking.
Qin Qi and the others set out from the Baishan branch together before, and they have seen the situation of the branch. All resources are used for development and preservation of strength. Has there ever been a scene of extravagance here?
"Let's go, the chief is already waiting for us in the meeting hall," Mohe Heir said silently.
Mohe successor, the name of Linglinglu's father.
The mother is Lisin the Mighty One.
"Every time I come here, I always feel uncomfortable," Li Xin sighed.
Hearing this, Mo He hurriedly shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Lixin shut up and stopped speaking.
Several people came all the way to the temple in the center of the headquarters and climbed up the stairs.
The construction of this temple is extremely majestic and magnificent, and the cost of financial resources is unimaginable.
Every time he came here, Mo He would think, if the money was used to assist the warriors in the organization to practice, wouldn't many people die?
It's just that he didn't dare to say such doubts.
Fortunately, he seldom came to the headquarters, so he would not be suffocated to death if he couldn't see it!
Climbing up the extremely long and extremely high stairs that are useless except to show majesty, what appeared in front of everyone was a magnificent conference hall!
Such a luxurious decoration makes people dizzy.
And this couple who dedicated their lives to the rebel organization were even more silent, and their faces became more and more ugly.
When they came here, someone led the way.
The man was wearing a fine attire, with a haughty expression on his face, and his aura was even more vain, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a member of the rebel organization.
If it wasn't for this place but the Southwest General Altar of the rebel organization, Qin Qi would only think that he was the son of a certain big family.
"It's finally here, my dad has been waiting for a long time, go in quickly, don't waste my dad's time!" the man said impatiently.
This is the son of the head of the main altar, and because of his relationship, he serves in this temple.
All he does is meaningless and idle things, but the position is extremely high, and the treatment he enjoys is also the most lucrative.
The pensions received by the bloody soldiers who died in battle were not as much as his cost of a meal of wine.
Qin Qi was really speechless.
At this moment, the view of the rebel organization has completely changed, at least for the southwest headquarters.
Qin Qi even saw that this person seemed to have glanced at Ling Linglu a few times, and Qin Qi would not miss the look in his eyes.
This is, are you interested in Linglinglu?
The man noticed Qin Qi's gaze and snorted softly, but he didn't dare to look any more, he just saluted very perfunctorily: "Senior Wudao, my father is waiting for you."
The Wudao in front of him has nothing in common with what he usually sees.
But that person is not surprised, anyway, Wudao has always been like this, the real face, even his father may not know.
Qin Qi ignored it and walked straight into the hall.
The scale of the meeting hall is so huge that it is hard to imagine that it is only used for discussing matters. In terms of size alone, the hall of the round table meeting is inferior.
Of course, the ancient background is not on the same level at all.
In the center of the meeting hall, surrounded by thousands of exquisite stone pillars, there is a throne standing, and there is a person sitting on it at this moment, like a king!
He looked down at everyone, as if he was a god!
"See Mr. President!" Although Mo He and the others were reluctant, they all knelt down.
"This is the Southwest Chief?" Qin Qi whispered in his heart.
This person is indeed somewhat unusual, with several powerful treasures on his body, covering up his aura, but Qin Qi can still see through it.
Great Tianzun's strength!
Good guy!
It's just that this aura has already started to float, fluctuating up and down, it seems that he is under the threat of falling, and in a real battle, he is not an innocent opponent.
It's no wonder that Wudao has a huge reputation in the Southwest Province.
This guy didn't even dare to make a move, otherwise he might expose the truth of his decline in strength!
"Wudao, you really did a good job this time," the Southwest Chief looked down at the crowd and said coldly.
This tone does not sound like a compliment at all.
"What do you mean?" Qin Qi just asked plainly.
The Southwest chief's eyes darkened a bit.
He has always hated Wudao's attitude. He is the chief minister of the Southwest Province, and he is the highest position. Why should this person despise him?
When you see him, you should kneel!
"Hmph, don't you understand what you did yourself, the destruction of the berserkers has nothing to do with you?" the Southwest chief said in a deep voice.
Qin Qi shrugged and said, "I'm only responsible for saving people. What does it have to do with me if the berserkers are destroyed?"
The corners of Southwest Chief's eyes twitched, and he said sharply: "Okay, it has nothing to do with you, but someone must be responsible for the consequences of this matter!"
responsible?
"My lord, isn't it a good thing that the berserkers have been exterminated? It's exciting, but why should they be responsible instead?" Mo He couldn't help but ask.
Such a thing should be rewarded.
How did he get here, but he became someone responsible!
"Mohe, don't you think you can get a reward? Do you know how much trouble you have caused!" the Southwest Chief shouted sharply.
"The immediate demise of the Berserkers will inevitably lead to a backlash from the parliament. Don't you know what kind of situation we will face then?"
"Don't we just have to be beaten?" Li Xin asked in disbelief.
"Shut up, do you have the right to speak?" The president of the Southwest yelled, and said in a cold voice: "The game between the two major forces, do you think it's just playing tricks? Is it that simple?"
"The balance that Southwest finally achieved may be directly destroyed by you!"
"Balance..." Mo He gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger and said, "Then what does the chief think?"
"This matter must be lowered by the parliament, otherwise my southwest province will be burned!" The Southwest Chief said flatly.
"How to give the steps?"
"Those people in the southwest just want to give an explanation to the parliament. If they can not fight, they are not willing to fight."
"And this matter started because of you, for the current plan, we can only give up you and the Baishan branch, so that everything can be calmed down!"
"One branch is exchanged for one berserker, and we don't lose money on this deal!" the Southwest chief said slowly.
Mo He and the others shook their bodies, furious.
"How could you so lightly abandon the fighters who fight for the same ideal!" Mohe roared.
"This is a sacrifice!" The Southwest chief said calmly, and then his voice became sharper, "Why, are you afraid of sacrifice?"
(End of this chapter)
