Chapter 640: Republic of China Marshal (4)

Cloud home.
The Yun family in the capital, the generations of warlords, and the heavy-handed soldiers, there is no emperor in this, only the chaos of the melee, the cloud is the innocent king.
In the living room of the Yunjia main house, an old man sat on the sofa in a treacherous manner, bowed his head and did not dare to look up at the opposite person.
The man leaned against the sofa, and the long legs of the military boots were placed on the crystal table, slender fingers, white military gloves, and casually knocked on the edge of the table.
Take a look, like knocking on people's hearts.
The tassels hang down on the shoulders, and the gold buttons on the military uniform lined his slender and beautiful figure. The narrow scorpion slid slightly and revealed a little casual.
He hooked his thin lips, and the shimmering light shone, and the voice was clear and lazy: "What is your sincerity?"
Hearing his question, the opposite old man looked up in horror and his lips trembled slightly.
He also knows who he is facing -
Yun's young young marshal, the real man with the power, the rumored cruel and lively king.
Whoever negotiates with him is timid and fearful that he cannot live to see the sun of tomorrow.
Yunjia, the beginning of the cloud.
He is not a person, he is a devil.
The old man's body shook slightly. The opposite person suddenly said that he laughed unclely.
It was just a chuckle, but the old man heard the terrible judgment, and opened his eyes in a moment, rolled down from the sofa, kneeling on the ground, knees rubbing the ground toward him, and burst into tears: "You spare me..."
The guard behind him pulled the gun in an instant and pointed it accurately at his head. The old man stiffly dared not to move forward, only to scream more desperately, hoping to exchange the mercy of the devil.
The slender man finally turned his head slightly.
The gold button on the military uniform, with his appearance, fascinates the dazzling temptation.
The narrow and beautiful scorpion, the tall nose and the cool lips make up a face that makes countless Beijing city ladies dream. At the beginning of the cloud, coveted, stepped on the long legs of the military boots and stood up.
He is tall, slender, and has a white shirt in his military uniform, and a gold button against the waistband, lined with a pair of nice long legs.
It is such a beautiful and beautiful person who can shoot and kill people indiscriminately, and can use all the most cruel punishments without hesitation.
Against him, the end of the game, regardless of death and death.
The old man shook like a sieve, the sweat on his forehead fell, and some of it flowed into his eyes, and his stomach was so hard that he could not move.
"Tow it down." The voice of the cloud was faint.
The old man raised his head in an instant, and before he even cried for something, the guards in the back had used a special mask to cover his mouth and dragged him down.
The old man struggled desperately but did not help.
The slender figure next to the sofa was just a pair of narrow scorpions, looking at him with interest.
When I was finally towed away, the light in the eyes of the old man gradually went out, forming a desperate ash.
At the beginning of the cloud, he stood over his head and stood in front of a huge lattice window. He was free to insert it in a military trouser pocket, wearing gloves in one hand and playing a medal.
The guards respectfully said behind: "On the other side of Nanyang, the two masters have passed."
At the beginning of the cloud, the scorpion licked the scorpion, and the cool thin lips evoked a funny smile. "... Going fast."
"In addition to this, I have already contacted the other government, and the garrison is all going well. When is going to travel to Nanyang, please give instructions."