You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

better results...

When preparing to update the next chapter in the bedroom, the words of the bad man Qin Leyin kept echoing in Le Yu's mind.

After Le Yu 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 Le Yu wanted to do.

Xuanzhu County is so big, and there are not a few smart people, but they can see it, but no one is openly preventing Le Yu from continuing to do this kind of 'drawing from the bottom of the pot'. In addition to the protection of the Jing family in "Youth Daily", more importantly, what Le Yu wants to do may not be in line with the minds 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 minions have become super powerful because of the time relationship. The forces of all parties confront each other, but they know that first A person who throws out a big move will inevitably die early and survive, so this confrontation has only lasted for many years.

Even if Emperor Huiyao collapsed, Xuanzhu County would still face the sea in spring, just because no one dared to do it.

Now, some people want to provoke the riots of the bottom civilians, which is equivalent to a lucky lottery, randomly selecting one/multiple lucky forces to bear the silver blood will squeeze the people's grievances accumulated by the people of Dongyang for many years.

Smart people don't necessarily think that they can crush all forces to unify Dongyang, but they all think that as long as they prepare early, they will definitely not be selected as the sacrifice of the mob movement.

As long as this game is overturned by the 'weeds and trees', as long as they survive the chaos that follows this time, they will be greeted by a new game, and everything will be reshuffled. At worst, they can swallow up other forces' resources. Going a step further, the best... that is to control the silver blood and unify Dongyang.

All Le Yu wanted to do was to sacrifice the Jing family to summon the red ghost, so that the civilian forces would develop into six-god monsters before the next game, and destroy the dog heads of the aristocratic chambers of commerce who were going to take profits.

However, there is no doubt that such a social movement will inevitably lead to bloodshed and death, and it is not impossible even to smear black candles with blood.

Since ancient times, the reforms of various countries have all shed blood, blood, please start from the Jing family... This is the original plan of Le Yu.

But Qin Leyin came up with a more tempting plan.

Top down!

Le Yu didn't know whether Qin Leyin guessed that he jumped backwards, or still thought that he just wanted to take advantage of the chaos to become a bureaucratic capitalist, but his proposal was indeed very exciting.

To be the president of Silver Blood, drunkenly ruling the world, lying on the knees of a beauty drunk, building a crystal palace... Le Yu shook his head, despising his own boring desires.

What's good about wine? If he can become the president of Silver Blood, he will spend his life making air conditioners, refrigerators, washing machines and Coke!

Honey five-flower tea is still not strong enough!

It would be even better if he could create an alternating current to charge his brick phone in his lifetime!

Then, with the funds of the Silver Blood Society, the adventurers are tempted to go to the Well of Gods and Demons and open the era of the Great Secret Realm!

Seriously be a front wave!

After Le Yu was refreshed in his mind, he honestly continued to write.

In all fairness, as the old proletariat, Le Yu is naturally happy to see the great deeds of the working class overthrowing the bourgeoisie.

Maybe there are good people in the bourgeoisie, but the entire bourgeoisie has blood and dirt dripping from every pore from head to toe. Witnessing them being crushed to dust by the wheel of history is worthy of the nine-year compulsory education of Leyu.

But the Silver Blood Association also has the Heyang Army, the county governor's mansion, and even the major chambers of commerce, which have kept 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 surpassed the limits of the cold weapon army.

The bottom layer is only bleeding, can it really kill a **** path?

Le Yu couldn't guarantee it, but before the people of Dongyang didn't even have the chance to bleed, he could only create such an opportunity.

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

Le Yu knew that he was not a material for intrigue and power grabs, but as long as he and Bai Ye worked together, it would not be difficult to fatten and grow the working class. If possible, he can even divide Heyang Army, or create conditions for Bai Ye to form an armed corps.

Who would have thought that the great leaders of the capitalists are spies of the proletariat?

Therefore, when he is the president of the Silver Blood Society, there is almost no win or loss. The worst result is that the working class is temporarily dormant and continues to grow, and the best result is to collude with Bai Ye to carry out the evolution of the upper class, and it will be completed with only the blood of the capitalists. Revolutionary evolution.

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

Just listening to Qin Leyin's paintings, but he not only had to face Lan Yan, but also defeated the other nine competitors - including Qin Leyin, the bad man.

But Le Yu had to admit it.

His heart changed a little.

Until he became the head of the family, Le Yu always wanted to do one vote and leave, and he would run away if he did something hard.

It's like when you see a prank on the Internet, and then start a game to try it out. It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, as long as you have a good time, it's enough.

But now, Le Yu knew that he had changed.

The ice-blood physique allowed him to get rid of the boring negative emotions of 'escape' and 'hesitation', and it made him understand his heart very clearly.

He could no longer deceive himself.

Maybe Qianyuliu, Xia Linguo, Jing Shou and others are so hopeless because they can't deceive themselves. Unable to believe in better fantasies wishful thinking, one can only face one's own vulgar and ugly heart again and again, which will lead to infinite self-examination and gradually become a 'saint'...or 'leftover'.

However, the change of music language is not because the capitalist's **** has corrupted the soul.

Rather...

Le Yu drank the honey five-flower tea in one gulp, turned his head and glanced at Qing Lan, who was sitting on the bed pretending to be reading a book and secretly observing Qing Lan, who calmly turned his gaze back to the page, as if Nothing happened.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Young master looks good."

Jing Zhengwei is of course good-looking - otherwise, Le Yu would not have thought that he was really a woman.

However, Le Yu was confident that he was better-looking than Jing Zhengwei, so he laughed at the compliment.

"Then what are you laughing at?"

Qing Lan smiled innocently: "Am I smiling?"

Le Yu tugged at the corners of his mouth: "The corners of your mouth can't stop rising. You are clearly smiling, and you never stop!"

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

"Why are you happy?"

"Because the young master just said that he likes me more."

"But you have to pay attention to who I said to just now," Le Yu reminded: "I mean, between Mi Die and you, I just like you more. Winning Mi Die... um... A mature and charming female bodyguard can really make you feel satisfied?"

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

Le Yu seemed to suddenly come back to his senses: "No, the only women I usually know are you and Mi Die. I don't even remember the names of the maids in Jingyuan. If I say I like you more, doesn't it mean that I like you the most? The woman is you."

Qing Lan hummed a little tune and bounced back and forth on the bed, obviously she had thought of this for a long time.

"But I still have a few beautiful girls in my heart," Le Yu turned the pen holder: "For example, Mu Qingmei in the newspaper office, she was specially recruited by me. I will focus on checking her manuscripts every issue, you know. Bar?"

Qing Lan's body was stagnant, she naturally remembered the female editor who seemed to have countless youthful vitality every day. She has always been envious of Mu Qingmei~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe they have their own strengths in appearance, but Mu Qingmei's self-confidence may be a quality that she will never be able to possess in her life.

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

Qing Lan turned her head away: "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 the Royal Academy of Yanjing, and I don't know if she is doing well."

"Hey? Where can she rank in my heart...?"

A half-sister... a love sister, right!

Thinking of staying by his side for so many days without even knowing this information, Qing Lan felt her eyes numb, her heart clenched into a ball, she closed her eyes and said, "I don't want to know!"

Le Yu sighed: "Actually, compared to these sons and daughters, the Jing family is the mountain on my shoulders. You know my third brother, right? The old patriarch actually thought about choosing the third brother, but if that's the case, The old patriarch will kill the third brother’s fiancee first—the Jing family’s patriarch must regard the Jing family as the most important thing, and he has to make concessions for all kinds of love, family, and friendship.”

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

Why do you have to ask me? Don't I even have the right to have a good night?

Qing Lan just wanted to block her ears, and replied in a fit of anger, "I don't know!"

"The answer is self-evident."

Le Yu looked at the manuscript paper on the table full of someone's name, and threw it into the trash can.

"I really like you more."