Burmese soldiers took over the aftermath and captured the corpses alive.

Nazanwe's body was also taken away by truck, and peace returned to this side.

Sitting in the sports car returning to the hotel, Ye Fan stared at the green gem for a long time, realizing the strange energy released in it, which contained majestic vitality and made the skin on his hands feel very comfortable.

It seems to be a gem that can be reinvented.

In fact, Nazanwei was able to live to be one hundred and twenty years old, completely relying on the help of this gem on the staff, otherwise, with his lifelong experience of being contaminated with evil qi and poisonous insects, the qi number should have been cut off long ago and could not be tolerated in the world.

This battle, unintentionally but a big hidden danger, is an unexpected big gain of this trip.

And in the dantian, the red dots condensed by the blood Bodhi are still blooming eternally, like an immortal starlight, hanging in the center of the sea of qi.

"When are you going to Dubai?" Monica's leisurely inquiry interrupted his musings.

"As soon as possible. Ye Fan raised his head slightly and said.

"Count me in, I have the opportunity to compete with the hand of God, and this trip is worth it. Monica chuckled and said, "I'm optimistic about you." ”

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows, looked at the woman, and his tone turned cold: "You know them very well?"

In the battle with Nai Zanwei just now, Monica's performance made Ye Fan very dissatisfied, hesitant to fight, hesitant, greedy for life and afraid of death, and almost caused defeat, and he didn't have a good face for this woman at the moment.

"Oh, I've heard of it, in your words, it's better to see than to hear, I want to see if the so-called No. 1 master in Europe is in the midst of defeat. Monica talked to him in a crepe, two hundred years of human experience, finally made her no longer make stupid things, continue to do stupid things, change her arrogance, and cater to Ye Fan's inquiry.

"Who is the number one master in Europe?" Ye Fan put away the gem.

"Michael. Monica laughed, "People usually call him Michael, the former archangel of God, their leader. ”

"Go on!"

"As you wish. "The Council of Elders has paid special attention to the Hand of God, and once the main topic of one meeting was to study the feasibility of assimilating them with Michael and them, and the final vote was to give up. ”

"Why?" Ye Fan was a little strange, since he was named the number one master in Europe, why did the Blood Clan Elders give up this group of super thugs?

Monica smiled indifferently and shook her long wet orange hair: "The radicals are worried that they will not be able to control them, and the conservatives believe that they are not qualified to be the successors of the major families, because having a noble and respectable bloodline has always been our primary object. ”

Every high-ranking blood clan had a prominent reputation and noble status before receiving the first embrace, and princes, princesses, or even the lords of a kingdom abound among the thirteen clans. And the Hand of God, although they are mysterious and top in the secular world, but after all, they are from the grassroots, and in the eyes of the centuries-old blood clan antiques, their bloodline and identity are difficult to be recognized, and they are excluded, which is reasonable.

"Bloodline, worthy of being Cain's people, so Monica, why did you choose me?" Ye Fan asked, "I don't have any noble blood. ”

"Who says no? Don't forget, from China to Japan and Russia, the women around you, their status is enough to raise your value, even if you are still a commoner now, you will definitely be among the nobles in the future. ”

"Oh, it turns out that I rely on women for food. Ye Fan laughed self-deprecatingly.

Monica smiled and shook her head, "No, you conquered those women, including me. ”

"Haha, count you as talking. In this way, those gods have already lost, at least, in the eyes of your blood clan, their value is far less noble than that of the uncle. ”

"Of course, dear Ye, you will become the Lord of Darkness, and no one in the world can compete with you. Monica's eyes flashed with a strange look of longing, and she was deeply intoxicated.

"Hmm, that throne isn't for you?" Ye Fan looked at her.

"The throne is occupied by the mighty, and in the whole world, only you are my king. Monica quietly stopped the car and turned her head to look at him intently, her eyes shining as if she had been in love until she was old and the iron and stone could melt.

Ye Fan was unmoved, raised his hand and lit a cigarette: "Don't dream, Monica, you are a ghost, I am a human, there is only a relationship of interest between us, other than that, what does it matter to me?"

"You don't want to be the leader of the world, you don't want to create your own myth, you don't want to ......"

"Enough, Monica, I promised you terms and will fulfill my promise. Ye Fan was quite impatient, interrupted her bewitchment, and said in a cold voice: "As for the affairs of the dark world in the West, that is your business, I have only one principle, the well water does not interfere with the river water." ”

"Okay......" Monica pursed her lips, not daring to say more, this matter, can only wait for the future to slowly figure it out, in a hurry.

Perhaps, after the trip to Dubai, as the two sides deepen their contacts and get to know each other better, he will change his mind.

The Bruch family, which is in the midst of the wind and rain, is already wavering and in its last years, and must rely on strong external energy to maintain the foundation and seek new development, all of which come from the oriental men around them.

It is raining in the south and snow in the north, and in the quietest office in Zhonghai, the desk lamp is still bright and transparent.

The old man sat at his desk and reviewed the day's documents, circled the pen and made annotations, and finally happily closed the file, put his hands behind his back, and walked to the window.

"What a snow!" Yang Chongyan pushed open the glass window and exhaled a white breath.

The cancer of the Golden Triangle has been completely eliminated under the leadership of the United States and with the cooperation of the Chinese military, and the next thing to be discussed is the ownership of that land.

In the middle of the Qing Dynasty, the Golden Triangle was under the jurisdiction of the emperor, and after several wars, it was reduced to a state of nothingness, and now it is time to return to Zhao.

Whether or not this issue left over from history is successfully resolved has a bearing on the vital interests of many countries such as China, Burma, and Thailand, and it is believed that none of them will let go easily, and they will inevitably have their own opinions and compete for the division of the only fat meat on the land of Southeast Asia.

"Who should be sent to attend the negotiations?" Chairman Yang pondered for a moment, and his eyes lit up.

Isn't that a ready-made candidate? Wen Wanting, acting director of the Asian Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!

Thai affairs can be handled well, and I believe that she can also handle this important task at hand.

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs wants to send out a female foreign minister!" Yang Chongyan laughed to himself, turned around, and walked towards the desk.

Orderly footsteps rang out in the hallway outside the office, followed by a crisp and forceful "Report!"

"Come in. ”

Wei Ping, the first bodyguard of China Shipping, held a sealed file bag in his hand and gently pushed open the door.

"Chief. After Wei Ping entered the door, his eyes were a little hesitant, "This is ......"

Yang Chongyan raised his eyes and looked at the file bag, there was a red steel seal printed on the kraft paper cover, and there were two big words "top secret".

"Oh, Xiao Wei, the results are out?" Yang Chongyan's heart shook slightly, but he had been in a high position for a long time, his joy and anger were rarely revealed, and his bearing was still calm and indifferent.

"Yes, chief, please take a look. Wei Ping put the file bag in both hands, bowed his head and said, "The results are all here." ”

"Good. Chairman Yang took it, sat down behind his desk, and put on his reading glasses.

Wei Ping silently walked out of the office and gently closed the door.

Loosening the loop of thread on the seal of the file bag and taking out the document bag inside, Yang Chongyan's eyes were deep and meticulous.

This laboratory report issued by the General Hospital of the Military Region is only three simple sheets of paper.

One belongs to him, one belongs to Ye Fan, and the last one is a summary.

When his gaze finally stayed on the lead words in the summary report, in an instant, there were two hot streams in his eyes, his vision became blurred unconsciously, and his face was also covered with a layer of excitement!

His hands trembled slightly, barely holding the paper as light as a feather.

"It's him, it's really ...... It's true!" Holding the report in his hand, the old man stood up, took off his glasses, and wiped the moist corners of his eyes.

is alone in his life, and in his later years, he can find an heir in his later life, his own grandson, even if he holds a country's bull's ear, he can't stop licking the calf.

Yang Chongyan was so excited that it was difficult to calm the feelings in his heart for a long time.

"Good news, great good news!" Yang Chongyan grabbed the phone on the table, and was about to tell his wife the good news, when suddenly, a thought crossed his heart, his eyes changed suddenly, and his fingers were withdrawn like an electric shock!

What did he think?