Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

But here, Ding Zhe turned and left the hotel.

Ding Zhe took the extended Bentley to the Jin family.

One enters the lobby.

I saw the Jin family gathering up and down.

It turns out that the conflict between the Jin family and the first sword of the Han Jing Mansion in the West Liao Kingdom is well known.

To deal with this conflict.

Jin Wannian has actually found a lot of martial arts masters in the past few days.

Due to the recent relationship between the Jin family and the Dragon Kingdom, most of these warriors came from the Dragon Kingdom...

Now everyone is sitting together and discussing countermeasures.

During this period, the Patriarch Jin Wannian sat in the first place.

Beside him, a young girl with a white skin and beautiful face, wearing a red dress, stood there.

Looks like looking forward to flying, really attracted a lot of attention.

Saw Ding Zhe coming in.

Jin Wannian hurriedly got up: "Mr. Ding, you are here, please come to your seat!"

The identity of the Devil Dragon Commander is kept secret.

Therefore, Jin Wannian still called Ding Zhe Mr. Ding.

"good!"

Ding Zhe walked over quietly and sat beside Jin Wannian.

Saw Ding Zhe sitting there with a grin.

Jin Wannian said to the girl again: "Qiaoru, serve Mr. Ding tea!"

"Yes, grandpa!"

The young girl next to Jin Wannian, Jin Qiaoru, looked up and down Ding Zhe proudly, and then the arrogance and disdain on her face flashed away.

The beautiful and sexy little mouth is slightly tilted up.

After that, he picked up the silver teapot on the side coffee table, poured a cup of tea for Ding Zhe, and put it there: "Mr. Ding, drink tea!"

That tone was full of contempt and contempt!

Of course Ding Zhe does not have the same knowledge as her.

He is here to kill.

If it weren't for the fact that the Jin family has always had a good relationship with the Long Kingdom, in a sense, he was considered to be the agent of the Long Kingdom in the West Liao Kingdom.

So just smile indifferently.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe's expression angered the young man below.

The young man had a sturdy back, sharp eyes, and a soft sword straddling his waist.

At first glance, he is a Lianjiazi.

He hurriedly got up, arched his hand to Jin Wannian, and then turned to Ding Zhe and said, "In the Xialong country, the martial artist is given the nickname, and the stele smasher Qin Nan, dare to ask what this brother is called."

"Ding Zhe!"

Ding Zhe just replied painlessly.

"Ding Zhe?" Qin Nan smiled proudly, shook his head and said, "In the Longguowu Academy, I have never heard of you. Why are you sitting next to Miss Qiaoru."

"That's it!" Several other Dragon Warriors around Qin Nan shook their heads contemptuously: "I'm all famous and surnamed in the Long Guowu academic circle."

"None of us are sitting next to Miss Qiaoru. How dare you, a little-known person, sit here, come down to me!"

"Yes, come down!"

"Have you heard!"

"Speaking of you, don't know how to praise!"

Several so-called experts in the Longguowu academic circle scolded Ding Zhe angrily.

But Ding Zhe didn't hear the same thing, just glanced at everyone with scrutiny eyes.

"What do you think, boy, let you come down for the sake of old Jin, otherwise, I will slap you down!"

"Have you heard, don't toast or eat fine wine!"

Seeing Ding Zhe not moving, the experts in Longguo's martial arts circle became angry.

Jin Wannian was frightened at first sight.

He knew too much about the energy of the man next to him.

Just kidding, such a thing is spreading almost all over the world.

That is, about a week ago.

On a highway in Ninghai City, the coastal city of Longguo.

The devil dragon commander and the 18 raptors under his command are just as powerful as 19 people.

Defeated three thousand undercover warriors in the West Liao Kingdom.

Killed one thousand and eight, captured one thousand and two.

For this reason, Xiliao paid a ransom of tens of billions.

In the previous year, this master led six raptors in the New York of the Aslan Empire, breaking the Flame Dragon Knights of the country.

The prestige of humanoid nuclear weapons is not covered.

This time, I never dreamed of the conflict between myself and the First Sword of Xiliao Han Jing Mansion that I would invite this great god.

So he didn't want a few warriors to offend Ding Zhe because of their status.

At the moment, he hurriedly got up and said: "Everyone, everybody, give the old man a thin face, let this be the case!"

The meaning of Jin Wannian is very simple.

Set aside the status matter.

Don't fight for enthusiasm.

"Humph!"

I saw Jin Wannian looking at everyone beggingly.

Qin Nan sat there with a cold snort, but still looked at Ding Zhe with disdain.

The remaining Dragon Kingdom warriors also sat down one after another, but they looked at Ding Zhe's eyes full of dissatisfaction.

And then, a move by Jin Wannian made several people even more unconvinced.

It turned out that after seeing all the martial artists sitting down, Jin Wannian turned around and said to his granddaughter Jin Qiaoru: "Qiaoru, serve Mr. Ding with the highest etiquette in the West Liao Kingdom!"

"Uh, grandpa!"

When Jin Qiaoru heard this, her cheeks were red, and she stared at her grandfather in a daze: "You, you..."

"This is a family order, there must be no mistake!" Jin Wannian snapped.

"Oh yes!"

Jin Qiaoru dare not say anything.

He just glanced at Ding Zhe with a look of resentment, and then walked over, kneeling down on the edge of Ding Zhe's chair.

At the same time, he stretched out his snow-white wrist and took off Ding Zhe's shoes and socks.

The trousers are rolled up.

She herself was leaning on Ding Zhe's feet, curled up and snuggled there.

The surrounding Dragon Kingdom warriors were even more mad when they saw this action.

It turned out that this way of welcoming distinguished guests is only eligible for members of the royal family of Xiliao Kingdom.

But now Jin Wannian used to welcome a little-known kid.

What's even more annoying is.

Look at this guy's clothes and dress, it's just a poor cock.

From everyone's point of view, Jin Wannian made it clear that he didn't put everyone in his eyes.

So the expression on everyone's face is a bit unhappy.

Here, Jin Wannian felt helpless when he saw everyone's appearance.

No way, he didn't know that Demon Dragon Commander would agree to his invitation.

If you know it.

He would never invite these wine sacs and rice bags at all.

Isn’t it enough to have Devil Longshuai alone?

However, at this moment, he is not good to say anything when it is done.

Just wondering how to explain this matter.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, another person's voice suddenly came from outside the main hall: "Li Zheng, the first sword envoy of Hanjing Mansion in the Western Liao Kingdom, is here!"

The voice just fell.

Just hear it!

boom!

A loud noise!

Afterwards, I saw that the attendant of the Jin family who was responsible for delivering information was kicked directly from under the hall.

Not waiting for everyone to react.

Then he saw a man wearing black clothes and strode up.

What makes everyone feel terrible.

Accompanied by this man's walk.

The floor tiles under his feet were broken piece by piece.

This person is Li Zhengyi, the messenger of Han Jing Mansion's first sword in the West Liao Kingdom.

I saw him come up and looked at Jin Wannian with a proud look: "Old Jin, your nephew has offended the first sword in my family, how can this be counted!"

"Uh?"

Jin Wannian's face was sallow, and he looked at Li Zhengyi awkwardly: "I have already apologized to Mr. First Sword for this matter, and I also decided to spend tens of billions to cover the loss of your mansion..."

"Apologize and lose money?" Li Zhengyi sneered: "Do you think these are enough to make up for the face of my master?"

"Uh, this?"

Jin Wannian looked at Li Zhengyi embarrassedly: "I don't know how Mr. First Sword was willing to let it go."

"Two choices."

Li Zhengyi stretched out two fingers: "The first choice, Mr. First Sword personally shot, five minutes after you kill in the Golden Mansion, five minutes later, this account is wiped out!

"Uh." Jin Wannian's face turned green when he heard it.

The sword of Lee Jae-hyung, the first sword of Hanjing Mansion, is famous.

If let him kill for five minutes up and down in the Golden Mansion.

I don't know how many people are left in the Jin family.

So he asked: "Dare to ask, my envoy, what is the second choice?"

"Second choice."

Li Zhengyi sneered and pointed at Jin Qiaoru, who was curled up beside Ding Zhe, and said, "My master likes you girl. Let me take her back. Since then, I have nothing to do with your Jin family!"

When Jin Wannian heard this, he couldn't help frowning and turned to look at Jin Qiaoru.

The latter immediately looked at Jin Wannian pitifully: "Grandpa..."

"Qiaoru, don't blame Grandpa." Jin Wannian sighed.

Turn around to agree to Li Zhengyi.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe, who had been silent all the time, suddenly said, "Actually, there is another choice."

"Huh?" Li Zheng turned around and glared at Ding Zhe: "You count that green onion again, dare to take care of our No. 1 sword family and the Jin family's nostalgia!"

"Ding Zhe in Jiang Nan Province, Halong Country!" Ding Zhe stood up proudly.

"Ding Zhe?" Li Zheng glanced at Ding Zhe.

Then he took a breath: "You, you are Ding Zhe..."

"good!"

At the next moment, Li Zhengyi couldn't help but stepped back.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Ding Zhe tremblingly: "You, you, you are actually Ding Zhe..."

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