Please stop kneeling, I'm really not an expert!

Chapter 227

"What happened?"

Shang Zi arrived late with his people.

"Two strange awakened people were run away by them."

Wu Mohuan shook his head.

"Oh? Do you want me to send someone after him?"

Shang Zi immediately asked.

Wu Mohuan shook his head again, looking at Zhao Huan and Feng Zilan's escape direction with complicated eyes.

He recalled the words on the wooden gun in his mind, and murmured in a sleepy tone: "Maybe. They are friends, not enemies."

Shang Zi didn't quite understand Wu Mohuan's choice, so he shook his head and didn't say anything.

"Where are you? Have you caught up with Yongjie's car?"

Wu Mohuan asked Shang Zi back.

Shang Zi shook his lips, angrily said: "I was run away by those guys!"

Yongjie's modified car is really powerful.

After getting into the ground, he ran all the way along the sewer of Lucheng.

Although the Yemao Group also sent a large number of people, the two legs still couldn't catch up with the four legs.

"But we're not completely without gains."

Shang Zi looked at the corpse lying on the ground in the distance.

That is, the number 85 who was killed by the black face.

Although Yongjie's people ran fast, they didn't have time to take away No. 85's body.

Perhaps from this corpse, some clues about the organization of Yongjie can be found.

After escaping from the underground parking lot, Zhao Huan and Feng Zilan ran non-stop until they ran into a hidden alley before they dared to stop.

"It's not right, there must be something wrong."

Panting, Feng Zilan began to take out an instrument and sweep it back and forth on Zhao Huan's body.

"Drip-drip-"

When Feng Zilan swept into one of Zhao Huan's pockets, a piercing sound came from the instrument.

A miniature robot was caught out by Feng Zilan.

"No wonder we were exposed so quickly."

Feng Zilan crushed the mini robot with an ugly face.

During this process, Zhao Huan never spoke.

As if immersed in his mind, he stared blankly at the ground.

"Hey! Did you get beaten up?"

Feng Zilan frowned and asked.

"No, I just think." Zhao Huan scratched his head, remembering the scene where the wooden spear and the wooden sword were shining together, "I just think that group of people shouldn't be bad people."

"Tch! When did you learn to read faces?" Feng Zilan sneered mercilessly, "Whether they are bad people or not is decided by Wei Tou and the others, so what can we tell?"

Zhao Huan had no way to explain Liang Mu's matter to Feng Zilan, so he could only reply with a silent wry smile.

On the other side, Ya Shayan, who had returned to the hotel, also yelled, "Those two people found my tracking robot."

Wu Mohuan was not surprised by this: "It can be seen that those two people are not fools.

Especially that woman, she was very vigilant when she looked at it, and she would notice it sooner or later. "

"What I'm more curious about is that the wooden gun that the big man is holding can't be real"

Sima Qing hesitated to speak.

"I really hope so, then we might be able to find it."

Wu Mohuan bit her lip and didn't continue talking.

The two seem to be playing charades with each other, but a group of people in the room can understand what they want to express.

After everyone dispersed, Lan Xiaoli's heart suddenly moved, as if she had sensed something, she silently opened "Prime Ancient History".

On that, four more character cards were updated at some point.

Two of them belonged to Zhao Huan and Feng Zilan.

In the portraits of the two, they are both wearing battle armor, and they are mighty and extraordinary.

One holds a spear and the other holds a long whip.

However, similar to Wu Mohuan and the others, their names and verdicts were covered up.

There are only two numbers in ancient style, which respectively emerge.

Among them, Zhao Huan’s is [One], and Feng Zilan’s is [Four].

Lan Xiaoli frowned, then looked at the other two character cards.

One of them is obviously the number 37 of Yongjie.

In the painting, he is also wearing a suit of armor, but with a strong exotic style, just like the knight's armor in the West in the Middle Ages.

There are sharp javelins pinned to his waist.

Similarly, there is a number on top of his head, which is [seven].

The last card has only one back view.

Black hair in a crown, with a hosta inserted.

Wearing a long robe, with hands behind his back.

Although she couldn't see the front face, Lan Xiaoli inexplicably felt that this person's back was very similar to the man in beach pants with size 99 in Yongjie.

However, unlike the first three, there is no number on this person's head.

Lan Xiaoli looked at these cards over and over again, feeling at a loss.

Judging from the character cards, these four people must be awakened.

But Lan Xiaoli knew nothing about their awakened identities.

It's just that in the depths of my mind, there are some vague pictures beating faintly.

It seems that further understanding of them is needed to make those pictures clear.

When the thrilling scene was happening here in Lucheng, Liang Mu, who was far away in the capital, ushered in his first holiday.

The library of Peking University is open from Monday to Saturday and closed on Sunday.

So Sunday was the librarian's holiday, Liang Mu.

It was a rare holiday, so he planned to go for a walk outside the school.

After all, the current scope of activities is not the Beijing University, but the entire Kyoto!

In another world, Liang Mu was just a college student from an ordinary family.

If he follows the original life course, he will definitely find a job first after graduation.

Only after the job is stable can I have the capital to travel to Kyoto, the capital of the country.

And this bizarre time-travel experience gave Liang Mu a completely different life, allowing him to enjoy the scenery of Kyoto leisurely on this Sunday.

After sleeping happily until noon, Liang Mu got up from the bed.

When I came to the living room, I found that Mo Sisi was not at home, and seemed to have gone shopping.

And just when Liang Mu finished his lunch and was about to go out, a thunder suddenly sounded in the originally calm sky.

Within a few seconds, the patter of rain fell over Kyoto.

"Tsk! Has it rained too much recently?"

Liang Mu was a little annoyed.

But it's a rare holiday, and he won't back down in front of a light rain.

Looking at the porch, Liang Mu found an umbrella.

The pink is tender and tender, it seems to be Mo Sisi's.

The weather looked good before Mo Sisi went out, so she guessed that she didn't go out with an umbrella.

"Well, don't worry about it, let's use it first, anyway, she won't need it today."

Liang Mu picked up the pink umbrella and went straight out.

Along the way, Liang Mu got a lot of strange looks from this umbrella for macho men.

(End of this chapter)