My Simulated Son's Life

Chapter 102 Conspiracy
Li Changkong lowered the brim of his hat, and his expression was no different from that of the hardworking people around him who were rushing about for their lives.

He lurked from the other side of the river before, climbed all the way to the third floor of Xunyang Building, and put a letter in the private room that Mao Dongyuan often went to.

In the letter, Li Changkong only said one thing, he told Mao Dongyuan that there were members of the Blood Sea Sect in Jiangzhou City, and that Fenning County was to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

As for other things like Yi Shengqian's plan to rebel, Li Changkong didn't say anything.

One is that Li Changkong has not yet decided whether to backstab his adoptive father, and the other is to leave more bargaining chips for himself.

If all the information is told at once, the value will be greatly reduced, and it may be sold if it is not guaranteed.

Li Changkong didn't care about Mao Dongyuan's belief in the content of the letter, and whether he would share it with Ning in the future.

His actions have only one purpose, and that is to leave a way out for himself.

If the man behind the scenes colluded with Li Fanjiang, then Li Changkong could rely on this letter as a step up and defect to Mao Dongyuan.

It doesn't matter if you can still hang out under Li Fanjiang's hands, aside from Li Changkong, who knows that this letter was sent by him?

Whether it is planning to work under the hands of the rebel Yi Shengqian, or under the hands of Mao Dongyuan.

Li Changkong only wanted one thing, and that was time.

The root of all difficulties is insufficient firepower.

If Li Changkong was a first-rank warrior now, who would dare to stab him in front of him?
Even if it is the emperor, he has to offer him Li Changkong in a good voice.

The bustling street was full of people, and no one noticed that a man in black quietly disappeared at the entrance of the alley.

On the other side, Li Changkong changed into commoner clothes and walked into Sishui Street.

He took the common clothes from other people's yards, and of course he left the money to buy them.

As for the clothes he was wearing, Li Changkong tore them into pieces and threw them into the ditch beside the road.

After going around in a circle, Li Changkong climbed the wall again and entered his own private room in Wangyue Tower.

After changing his clothes, Li Changkong sat down at the table, took a piece of fish and put it in his mouth.

The fish meat is still warm, and the tender fish meat spreads out on the tip of the tongue, exposing the needle-like spines.

However, Li Changkong's current strength was no longer what it used to be. The upper and lower rows of hard teeth were ground like grinding discs, and they were ground to pieces, and he swallowed them together with the fish.

The fish is tender and delicious, which should be due to the addition of vinegar and sugar in the cooking process. It tastes quite layered.

A palm-length white striped fish was quickly wiped out by Li Changkong, and behind Li Changkong came the figure of a woman stretching her waist.

Then a fragrant wind came, and a pair of lotus root arms wrapped around Li Changkong from behind.

"Hall master really doesn't know how to be sympathetic and cherish the jade, I've been hurt by you."

The woman's soft voice revealed a hint of grievance, which made people wish to put her on the tip of their hearts and love her a lot.

"Go ask the kitchen to make me another plate of fish."

Li Changkong patted the woman's jelly-like peach, and it rippled breathtakingly.

This woman was covered by Li Changkong. He drugged the woman's wine to make her fall asleep.

As for the pain the woman mentioned, it was indeed Li Changkong's fault.

But it was made of wood, so Li Changkong deliberately beat her with a wooden stick a few times before delivering the letter.

The women in the brothel are very clear about whether they have done anything wrong.

In order to prevent mistakes, Li Changkong naturally had to do a full set of plays.

In this era without surveillance cameras, no one would know that Li Changkong had sent a letter to Mao Dongyuan unless someone had the eyes of the sky.

Let's see what Mao Dongyuan does next.

Li Changkong picked up the teacup and drank the honey water in it.

Suojiang Tower, private room on the third floor.

"Luoxia and Lonely fly together, and the autumn waters are the same color as the sky."

When Mao Dongyuan walked to the window, a lone bird happened to touch the surface of the water, but it was not evening yet.

However, the scenery in front of him did match the code agreed in the letter very well.

"Hey, since I came to Jiangzhou, I have seen this river scene [-] times if not a hundred times. Why can't I come up with such a literary sentence?"

Mao Dongyuan picked up the letter paper again.

It's just that this word is really ugly, this guy must have copied it!
As soon as Mao Dongyuan exhaled his true energy from his palm, the letter paper was shaken into countless crumbs. When the river wind blew, it was blown away in the wind like a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

With his hands behind his back, Mao Dongyuan looked at the rolling river tide, wondering what he was thinking.

Dajiang Gang, Gangzhu Mansion, Qingxinzhai.

Leng Yan looked at Li Fanjiang's back with a smile on his face and said:
"It seems that Chief Li has already made up his mind."

Li Fanjiang looked at the map hanging on the wall, his eyes were full of sadness.

On the map, most areas of Jiangzhou Prefecture are marked with the logo of the Dajiang Gang. These are the sites they worked hard to build with blood and sweat.

He Chao, Jiang Yi, Ma Jin, Wu Jie.
Li Fanjiang's eyes flashed in front of many brothers who were born and died with him, and finally stayed on Zhou Ziyi's trusting face.

Sorry guys.

Feeling the slight pain coming from the meridians of the body, Li Fanjiang's eyes became firm.

After Li Changkong reported the progress to him yesterday, he tried to break through the sixth rank again that night, but unfortunately, he still failed, and his meridians were slightly injured due to the failure of the impact.

This also prompted Li Fanjiang to make up his mind.

He couldn't bear to be stuck in the seventh-rank realm. For a warrior, strength was always the number one priority they pursued.

So, I'm sorry, brothers of the Dajiang Gang.

"I promise you."

Li Fanjiang turned around, and said lightly under Leng Yan's joyful eyes:
"However, Li Changkong, you can't move."

Leng Yan frowned, Li Changkong was the most delicious dish at his banquet, but Li Fanjiang's next words made him suppress his desire.

"Li Changkong is a talent that His Royal Highness the Prince of the County likes."

County King Yi Shengqian!
There have always been rumors that Yi Shengqian is the eldest son of King Hongzhou. Only a few people know that this is true.

Yi Shengqian's mother is the former saint of the Blood Sea Sect. She abandoned everything in the Blood Sea Sect just to be with King Hongzhou. .

Under Xinhuan's exclusion and suppression, Yi Shengqian's mother already had old injuries, and died of depression shortly after giving birth to Yi Shengqian.

And standing behind Yi Shengqian now is his mother's former teacher, one of the four elders of the Blood Sea Sect, a second-rank martial artist, and one of the strongest in the world!
Therefore, even if his father is the protector of the Blood Sea Sect, Leng Yan will not offend the future Holy Son just because of Li Changkong.

"Okay! This is Boiling Blood Pill. You know how to use it. As long as my blood sacrifice is successful, you will have a share of the holy blood."

Leng Yan left.

Li Fanjiang took the elixir and sat on the chair like a stone statue, without saying a word for a long time.

(End of this chapter)