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"You liar!"

Murong Nan's first reaction to the sudden outburst of Ink Yan was to kill Ink Yan!

"They are dead set on doing business with This King! What's wrong with a wife and concubine showing loyalty? With all your heart, what right do you have to say that I will let them down? "

Ink Yan opened her mouth and spat out her name.

"Ran Dan!"

Murong Nan chuckled. How could he not recognize the official that followed him?

"But what does it have to do with you?"

Without leaving a trace, Murong Nan pressed the sharp thorn against Mo Yan's throat. He thought that if he did not hear the better part of the conversation, he could finish her life in a few minutes.

"In the end, he will not become a first rank official."

Oh?

At this moment, Murong Nan finally stopped his thrusting and his face showed a bit of surprise. However, it was only a second before his surprise disappeared and was replaced by a sense of certainty.

"Elder Ran, was it you who did this?"

Only this kind of speculation could explain the other party's resolute answer.

But at the same time, it also brought him another piece of news — 49 was so arrogant, and most of the reason behind it was actually because his ally, Molda, had given him permission!

But! Murong Nan's veins were popping as he thought to himself, don't I usually take care of the needs of this ally of mine? If he wanted silver taels or a woman, wouldn't he have to do his best?

Why did this werewolf want to "rob me"?

Ink Yan pushed away the sharp thorn with her hand and suggested with a relaxed tone.

"Lord Prince of the South, why don't we sit down and chat?"

At this time, Murong Nan had no choice but to admit that he had no choice but to sit down and chat with a servant of Bei Ge.

"Fine."

Murong Nan's face didn't look very happy. His swollen face was ghastly white, and against the dark background, he looked like a terrifying ghost. Even if the situation had turned out badly for him, he still had not completely given up on his principles.

"We can talk. It's just that I don't want to hear any nonsense. "

"At the very least, you have to tell me why this ally of mine would so easily listen to your advice and continue to cause trouble for me."

"Also, why would you still dare to be so quiet with me after mastering Lanben? Just where did you get your confidence from? "

Immediately, their positions reversed. Those who were threatened instantly ascended the throne, and used their powerful intellect to suppress the noble prince.

"No need." Ink Yan waved her hand calmly. Please be patient. "

Hao began to solve the problem without wasting any time.

"Since you want to know why your allies would listen to my advice and give up your ostensible act of friendship," he said. Then I want to ask you. In your heart, are the Sirians really allies? "

"How is this possible?" The expression on Murong Nan's face instantly became serious, expressing extreme disdain.

"If you're not of my race, then your heart must be different!"

"In all of history, I, ancestor Murong, stepped on a pile of bones to obtain my current position! How could the fruits of his hard work be coveted by others? Therefore, there is only a cooperative relationship between me and Molda! They were exchanging benefits! Once we are satisfied with each other, then we will meet again in battle. "

Ink Yan threw up her hands. Wouldn't that be fine?

"On the surface, you seem to admit that the Sirian is an ally, but in reality, you're actually wary of him. The Sirius is actually more or less what you think."

"And since we're all here for benefits. So according to this logic, as long as someone obtains a method far surpassing the current benefits, they can easily destroy your previous collaboration? "

Murong Nan's face darkened as he listened.

Although Ink Yan's words sounded very hostile, she still thought of him as her enemy. But the truth was as Ink Yan said. Morda was the standard admission of money. With milk, you're a mother. There was only one reason why he could stand up so well.

"You gave Mordor six years of big money. To think that this money would come so easily, he couldn't help but have the urge to plunder it. The next few days, he would definitely suggest the Heavenly Wolf Country to attack me. "Even if I, Murong Nan, kill you today, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you."

Whether or not he could become the glorious Southern Prince in the future, or even replace Murong Duan, was unknown.

Sigh ~

Murong Nan heaved a long sigh, admitting for the first time that he was defeated by a mere slave.

It was because he had met a complete madman! He actually used Burning National Sovereigns as a price to fight against him without any bottom line! It's said that people with bare feet are not afraid of shoes. Hehe, as expected!

"This King admits that I am inferior to you."

Murong Nan clenched his fists and lowered his head bitterly.

However, his strong unwillingness was like a prairie fire that burned his soul bit by bit, causing him to constantly feel pain. It was because the sovereignty over the negotiations was no longer in his hands!

The delicate 49 seemed like he was forced to the end, but he was tightly holding onto his own life. He was strangling his own throat! If he wanted to survive and achieve his ultimate goal, there was only one way left.

Thinking of this, Murong Nan mustered all of the courage he had in his life as he fiercely stared at Mo Yan and spoke.

"Things have come to this. So 49, you tell me. What do you want from me? "