[Chapter 174]: Crisis

Angry. Feelings.

In the face of Nie Qian, who has been doing a lot of things behind his back, Tang Seng's heart is like a five-flavor bottle. He has an indescribable feeling. Although he doesn't want to admit that feeling, those feelings are still constantly entangled in his heart. It's unspeakable.

"You said Fei Wuji wanted to see me. What did he do when he saw me? Tang Monk asked doubtfully, at least in Tang Monk's heart, he thought that even if he had been famous for a period of time, it would not make a person who was called the prince by Orange look like him, at least he was not unsupposed.

"It's not Fei Wuji's favorite thing to do to help his descendants, but at least he likes to have a subordinate who makes him feel powerful. If I say this, you may be very angry. At least a person who dares to fight against a few big men in a young age is not a coward. Even if the other party is called the prince, he disdains to be that person's lackey. Nie Qian looked at the young man who was several years younger than her. She didn't seem to have that kind of sincere friendship or absolute sarcasm. She just likes to watch the young man make progress little by little and become a kind of noble attitude that can stand in a fucking society.

"He is so good, and he still needs me as a little one." Hearing the other party's words, Tang Seng did not show great anger. At least he understood that the black widow Nie Qian was not an ordinary person. A woman who could stand above most men could not be the kind of woman who just wanted to laugh at herself.

"Rights and desires always complement each other. At least they will compete for power driven by desire, and desire will become stronger under the continuous expansion of power. This is an interesting cycle, at least let the royal relatives, nobles, ordinary people, and even ordinary people tirelessly pursue it. Even the former emperors wanted to have a dictatorship. What's more, what about Fei Wuji now?" Nie Qian still fiddled with the gob in her hand. Her voice was not as playful as before. It seemed that there was a trace of sadness that Tang Monk felt that she was caring about herself.

"What should I do?" Tang Monk didn't continue to say anything in her words. He just asked a question. At least he understood that the reason why Nie Qian came to him was not only to tell himself what he had done to him in the past five years, but more importantly, he had to tell himself that there was something behind his back that wanted to get closer or wanted to kill him. Force.

"What do you think?" Nie Qian did not answer immediately, but asked back. It seemed that she didn't like to answer other people's questions directly, but just turned the question into a question again and threw it on others.

"You think that I, a small shrimp and crab, will be able to fight against Fei Wuji, not to mention that there are people behind me who want my life. If I can hold his line, then I should be very happy. Not to mention that I can't be someone else's follower, I'm not the kind of master who wants to be the boss, nor the kind of master who feels that I have always been awesome. In fact, I am a unruly person. There is no such preferential treatment at home. I can't afford to learn the domineeringness of others. Tang Monk doesn't seem to care that his image will plummet in front of this woman. At least he can see that Nie Qian is giving himself a chance, or also testing whether he can become a dragon among people.

"Since you think it's okay, I'll act as a middleman. Try to talk to Fei Wuji. If possible, I really hope you can shake hands. Although I can't help you with anything on the surface, I can at least give you a step pedal, which is not in vain. Nie Qian played with the goblet in her hand very playfully. Her voice was a little sad. She seemed to recall the pictures of two people who once fell in love with each other. Of course, those pictures were suitable for children. At least at that time, the black widow, who was in her youth, would not fight against a milky child, so that she could not find any pleasure. Not to mention, she may have hurt the child she likes so much. She hates stinky men, not all men. At least this person who dares to burst out of selfishness at the most dangerous time and saves herself in front of several tall people. Treating her child sincerely in this way, she really doesn't have the kind of snake-heartedness to ask for the other party's little virginity.

"Thank you, Sister Qian." Tang Monk finally said this sentence after holding it for a long time, and then felt a burst of relief in his heart.

"Don't thank me. Pretentious. Remember what you promised me. To become stronger, only if you become stronger, the world belongs to you. The previous little fight should come to an end. Nie Qian stood up and walked to the man's side. A hand slowly stretched out to the man's head, stroked the long hair, and said gently. It seemed that she was still holding the little boy who once shouted beside her: Sister, I will protect your dream in the future.

Tang Monk did not move. He could feel the emotion emitted by Nie Qian. Although he could not feel that kind of affection or love, he could really feel the unknown pain in the heart of this woman who was understood as a black widow by the world. It's just that she likes to be suppressed in her heart and tries not to relieve herself. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I can't solve it.

It's like raising a glass to relieve sorrow.

A bell interrupted the original pleasant scene of the two people. Although it was not ambiguous, it exuded a strong affection.

Tang Monk evacuated from the sofa, walked to one side, and answered Chengzi's phone. After answering the phone, Tang Monk felt a burst of anger, and the original clue was broken again. How to find that person.

"Sister Qian, I have something to do. I'm going back." Tang Monk still wants to know the details as soon as possible, at least he wants to know what Xu Nanfeng said before he died.

"What happened?" Seeing the slightly changed anger on the man's face, the woman asked with concern.

"A clue is broken again." Tang Monk answered helplessly.

"Go ahead!" The woman whispered.

Seeing the man's back leaving, the woman sighed deeply and whispered, "It's really similar in my bones. Maybe that's why I've been optimistic about you a few years ago!"

As soon as Tang Monk left the black widow Nie Qian, he called a cold moon. Then the woman who gave people a cold feeling came in.

"Haven't you found the news about that woman?" The voice was cold and terrible, as if it exuded some kind of inexplicable hatred.

"It's still checking!"

"Are you still checking? It has been six years. Can't you even find a woman and a child?" Nie Qian, the black widow, cursed angrily and was very angry with the efficiency of those people.

"There are also a lot of people sent to several countries. Almost every larger country has people patrolling, but after all, the manpower is limited. At the beginning, she bought air tickets from almost all over the world, and we couldn't find out at all. Leng Yue's voice has answered coldly, as if she has an unchanging expression for everyone.

"Chen Xiaoqiao, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you out. Do you think you can avoid me? Don't you want to have a break with me?" The black widow Nie Qian waved to Leng Yue to signal her to leave. A lot of beautiful pictures kept emerging in Nie Qian's mind sitting on the sofa, but those beautiful pictures were fleeting, and then replaced by some bloody scenes, which made her irritable.

He muttered, "You are such a man. You can't escape the fate of death all your life. How much have you lost just for a woman and a child?

Nie Qian's voice was sad and helpless, as if she was deeply responsible for the man in her mouth. It seemed that she loved the man and hated the man anyway, but she had to find the news of the woman anyway.

"Chen Xiaoqiao. Where the hell are you? You must have spent a lot of effort to avoid me. The woman lit a cigarette and took a sip. She said coldly, and then a strange picture came to her mind, that is, a woman actually looked at the various forces of BJ and wanted to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

"The sound hits the east and the west?" The black widow Nie Qian immediately thought of this possibility in her mind. No wonder she couldn't find the news of the woman for six years. Has she always been by her side and did not leave BJ at all? Thinking of this, Nie Qian smiled a very strange smile at the corners of her mouth, as if that smile indicates that she has been able to win the final decision of the game.

Leaving the black widow Nie Qian, Tang Monk rushed back quickly, and his uneasy feelings have been wandering all the time. It seems that he does not generally underestimate the strength of Li Da. Maybe he is strong enough to be compared with Fei Wuji. Similarly, Tang Monk also feels that he must reach a consensus with Fei Wuji, but now he doesn't have any capital in his hand to bridge with this man, even through Nie. Qian formed some kind of bond with him in this aspect, but there was no doubt that she fell behind at the beginning.

"It's really terrible!" Touching his temple, Tang Monk sighed depressedly.

Rushing back to the villa has driven a group of people sitting in the hall. Even if a needle is dropped, it can be heard. At least from this scene, Tang Monk can feel that this matter is really clumsy.

"What the hell happened?" Tang Monk, who just came in, asked without even drinking a cup of tea.

"When we picked up Xu Nanfeng, we happened to encounter two killers attacking Xu Nanfeng. Although we wanted to stop it, it was too far away at that time. There was nothing I could do. Finally, I saw Xu Nanfeng fall into a pool of blood. Orange said the general meaning concisely, without too many expressions, and was always helpless.

"What did he say before he died?" Tang Monk asked faintly. This is what he wants to know most. He doesn't care about the life or death of that person.