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Chapter 1042 Goodbye Mo Liuru

The information St. Zion gave Xia Long made Xia Long feel very bad.

Although what Saint Zion said was not the most detailed information, it was the most top-secret information that Xia Long could grasp now.

St. Zion is by Mo Shuyi's side, of course, is not the most trusted type of person. Mo Shuyi did not show enough importance to the leaders and cores of the major organizations, and even Xia Long could learn from St. Zion's It can be heard in the words that they, who were valued before, are not valued at all now.

Of course, their authority is being further weakened, and their influence in their respective families and organizations has become weaker, and some other people who have risen are re-supported by Mo Shuyi figure.

"A law enforcement team of 4 people, even if these guys are not as strong as myself, I will die if I swarm up. Damn, how did this be cultivated? Not to mention, the strength of these guys is one by one. Powerful against the sky, isn't there any disadvantage to this method? Should I think about it and just stay on Paradise Island?"

The more Xia Long thought about it, the colder he felt all over his body, his face finally turned a little blue.

As for it?
As for it?
What is this for?

What do you want so many masters for?Now that the earth is yours, you still prepare these tens of thousands of masters, and now it’s just me making trouble with you. Could it be that these masters of yours are all prepared for me?
Xia Long stomped his feet fiercely, and his heart felt even colder.

Anyway, he has already turned his face. Could it be that he is crying and coming to the door to admit his mistake, and then obediently be an obedient son?

Snorting coldly, Xia Long said with a sneer to himself, "Ambition is really a terrible thing! But, why am I afraid of you?"

Xia Long felt that although he was weak now, he felt that he didn't have to be so afraid of that mother with all-hands and eyes.

What do you lack?
If you want to talk about talents around you, Jia Zhengyi, Fang Sheng, Pei Ruhai, Lin Bo, what kind of talents you want, what kind of talents you have, these are your relatives, they will all regard Paradise Island as their home, especially with Fang Sheng , he has now stimulated the abnormal ability of electronic control, which basically puts a layer of changeable clothes on Xia Long, and even Mo Shuyi may not be able to do anything to him.

With Fang Sheng's ability, it is simply too easy to fabricate a person's information out of thin air.

Especially on Mo Shuyi's side now, although Fang Sheng hasn't found anything useful yet, the tens of thousands of identities prepared for Xia Long are all real.

Xia Long felt that his side was working together, but what about the other side?But it may not be monolithic, right?

Today, Saint Zion can come to talk to me about cooperation, but tomorrow, it may not be without others, so that one will ebb and flow, and one day, my own paradise island will become a sharp knife, severing from each other's body. The next piece of meat comes.

But now, Xia Long felt that he had better be careful, otherwise, the one who was cut would become himself.

Shaking his head, Xia Long's figure flashed, and then disappeared silently in the back hill of the castle. An hour later, he had already boarded the express train bound for London, and another hour later, he had arrived London.

Xia Long got into a taxi and told the driver to drive towards Downing Street in Hyde Park. At the entrance of Downing Street, he got off the car, then crossed several roads and walked directly into Hyde Park.

The next moment, he emerged from the other side of Hyde Park, crossed two unpopulated roads, and entered a very quiet building doorway.

Ten minutes later, Xia Long appeared in a Chinese-style room.

This room is completely the most classical Chinese hall, with a scroll painting hanging in the center, a simple table under the painting, and two hardwood high-back chairs on the left and right, and an incense burner in the middle of the table At this time, a stream of sandalwood that Sharon was very familiar with was blowing from the incense burner.

When Xia Long entered the door, a middle-aged man in white clothes like snow was sitting on a hardwood chair on the right side of the middle hall drinking tea. It was Xia Long's uncle Mo Liuru.

Unlike Mo Shuyi, Mo Yu is known as the most beautiful woman in the world, and Mo Liuru must have been extremely handsome when he was young, but at this age, his face is also extremely handsome, with a straight nose and thin lips.Although his figure is a little thin, there is an air of elegance in his gestures. At first glance, Mo Liuru exudes a bookish atmosphere.

"Uncle, do you know I'm coming?"

Xia Long was not polite either, and sat directly to the left of Mo Liuru, then picked up the empty teacup and offered himself a cup of tea. After taking a sip happily, he continued with a smile, "The tea made by uncle is the same as the tea made by me." It's different."

Mo Liuru had a serious expression on his face. He stared at Xia Long for a long time, then sighed and said softly, "My child, you have worked hard."

Xia Long originally wanted to dilute something with a carefree gesture, but Mo Liuru's words made his nose sore.

It is said that mother and uncle are big, mother is not kissing now, and uncle is naturally the closest person.

Seeing that Xia Long lowered his head and his eyes were a little red, Mo Liuru said lightly: "No one can see clearly the human heart, so don't think too much, remember, just do what you have to do."

Xia Long nodded immediately, and Mo Liuru took a sip of tea from his teacup, and said lightly, "How is this time?"

Xia Long first poured a cup of tea for Mo Liuru, and then explained in detail what happened to him during this time. Mo Liuru looked at Xia Long and asked, "Then what's the matter with you coming to see me?"

Xia Long adjusted his mood, smiled and flattered him and said, "Of course I came to see you, Uncle!"

Mo Liuru snorted, but he was not moved by Xia Long's flattery, but looked at him and said, "Are you ready?"

Sharon suddenly asked a little strangely: "What are you ready for?"

"I'll take you to see your mother."

Xia Long almost spit out the tea he was drinking, he looked at Mo Liuru in horror and said, "Uncle, why are you doing this?"

Mo Liuru said softly, "Don't you want to see her?"

"Who said that?"

"yourself."

"I..., what's going on?"

Xia Long squinted his eyes and asked, Mo Liuru said flatly, "Don't you want to sneak in there?"

Xia Long couldn't help but let out a long breath: "Uncle, I don't take you so scary! That's not the same as seeing my mother."

"Shangguan Hanfeng, what are you going to do?"

"killed."

Now it was Mo Liuru's turn to look at Xia Long suspiciously.

"Kill him? Don't talk about sending him to your mother? By the way, what plan do you and the master have? Why do I feel like I'm being played by you?"

Mo Liuru took a sip of tea leisurely, and then said slowly, "Have you seen that Saint Zion?"

Xia Long asked with a wry smile, "Is that why you told him my whereabouts?"

Mo Liuru nodded and said: "If I hadn't told you, how could he know your whereabouts, you boy, you are careful enough, I almost couldn't find you."

Xia Long chuckled: "That's right, be careful, it's always worth it! If that's the case, the old guy is trustworthy!"

"Trustworthy?"

Sharon asked in surprise, "What does that mean?"

Mo Liuru drank his tea expressionlessly, then said with a sneer, "These are old fox-like guys who always want to have both sides. He doesn't get attention over there, but he wants to get something from your side Do you think such a person is credible?"

Sharon immediately narrowed his eyes and began to think, and then he thought that what his uncle said was not unreasonable, but this old guy, San Zion, did tell himself all the top-secret information over there. It is not true that there is a conspiracy, if it is true, uncle will not tell him his whereabouts.

Xia Long understood what uncle meant.

"Then simply, you just kill Shangguan Hanfeng."

"This is different. The life and death of Shangguan Hanfeng is not under my control!"

Xia Long pondered for a while, raised his head and said with a smile: "Uncle, there is one more thing, I want you to give me an idea!"

"The auction?"

Xia Long smiled wryly and said, "I didn't expect you to know all of this."

"You have a good idea."

Mo Liuru nodded in agreement: "Don't worry about me being in any danger. I can just say that I don't know what's going on. It's just entrusted by others. In this way, the effect will be better. I guess your mother knows that I've been raped by you." Lie to her, she will vomit blood with anger. But if you really want to show off what you have in your hands, you must be prepared, once your mother catches any clues, your strength, That would be dangerous."

Xia Long shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "Then what should I do? Although this is a risk for me, it is also the most effective method at present. Otherwise, how can I develop? It's you, she won't even know you ...."

"kill me?"

Mo Liuru chuckled: "I don't have anything in my hand, I'm just an idle person, and she never paid me much attention. Although I have been lying in ambush by her side, I think she really wants to kill me, which is still impossible." of!"

Mo Liuru glanced at Xia Long, but remained silent. The atmosphere in the room was a bit oppressive. Xia Long was about to find something to say, but Mo Liuru stood up and looked at Xia Long and said, "Let's go, let me introduce two people." To let you know, I will leave it to them to arrange and prepare for the auction, and then I will take you to see Pojun!"

(End of this chapter)