Peerless Sealer

Chapter 63 Hit the young one and come the old one?

The Grand Palace, Bangkok landmark, Thailand landmark.

It is no less important to Thailand than the White House in the United States, and some government agencies in Thailand are also inside.

Bicha's master, Khan Weng, as the first-class master in the country, will also be responsible for defending the royal family and maintaining the country's face.

After getting out of the car, Bicha walked around the main entrance and walked in from a hidden wall door on the side.

The Grand Palace is now open to tourists, but some organs and halls inside are naturally hidden and cannot be entered directly.

After passing through three or five palaces, a pavilion with a very high dome that was ventilated on all sides appeared in front of Bicha.

A large number of hung red and yellow silk cloth surrounded the pavilion in the middle from all sides, and the small blood-colored tiles on the pavilion were neatly arranged and could not be seen from inside.

There were two people standing outside the pavilion, chatting to be guards.

One of them saw Bicha approaching, came up to him and asked, "Bicha, why are you back?"

He was taller, twenty centimeters taller than Bicha, so when he looked at Bicha, he looked down at her, just like the tone of his inquiry just now.

"Mark guess." Bicha looked at the person in front of him with a complicated expression. If it wasn't because Master Hanweng Dajiang was his distant uncle, he would not be the one who was sent out of the teacher now.

"I'm asking you something!" Machai stood in front of Bicha, glaring at him coldly.

So what if you are better than me, what is left now is me, not you.

Bicha ignored him, walked around and went inside.

Mark's heart moved, and he followed him inside.

About a dozen people sat cross-legged in the pavilion of about [-] square meters, surrounded by an old man squatting in the middle.

The old man has white beard and hair, a dark face, thick lips, and closed eyes.

Although he didn't speak or act, it still made people feel endless resentment and coldness at a glance.

Bicha knelt down from a distance, and crawled forward. He didn't stop until he was in front of the old man, and shouted: "Master."

Khan Weng is over 70 years old this year. He learned surrender at the age of six, became a teacher at the age of 12, and settled in the Grand Palace at the age of 25. He has been a town for nearly 50 years. During the period, he successfully helped the royal family resist 42 assassinations and nine terrorist attacks. It has brought out countless descending masters, and is the most famous master in Thailand.

His master opened his eyes. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, but they didn't look tired.

"Get up."

"I can not."

"what happened?"

"The apprentice was in China, and met an expert. His words were full of contempt and belittlement of our country's subjugation techniques. He didn't even pay attention to you, master. The apprentice was furious for a while, and fought with him. But I couldn't beat him, so I didn't dare to get up."

Sitting around, Bicha's brothers and sisters discussed together, very upset.

After hearing this, Mark Gua sneered, he really would be bullied to death wherever he went, and such words were used to fool the master.

"Huh?!" Han Weng snorted softly, but the crowd seemed to have suffered so much shock and suppression, and they fell silent immediately.

The Khan stood up. He had just been squatting on one leg, with his right foot on the ground, and his left foot was tucked into his large robe. Now he stood up, revealing his very scary left foot.

His exposed left foot was just a piece of white bone, without blood, flesh or black dirt.

Han Weng stepped forward, and pressed the back of Bicha's exposed head with his dark right hand.

Bicha trembled anxiously, didn't dare to raise his face, and asked in a murmur, "Master, Master?"

"Hey," Mr. Khan chuckled and withdrew his right hand. He walked towards the outside of the pavilion and said as he walked: "I haven't been to China for a long time. Last time I suffered a secret loss at the hands of Song Qianfeng in Maoshan Mountain. Now I have He is no longer the young boy he was back then, let’s see who can still protect him.”

Mark took a step forward, pointed at Bicha and said, "Master, this guy lied to you."

"Shut up, go to China this time, you come with me, as for Bicha"

Bicha shrank when he heard the words, and curled up like a monkey that had been hungry for three days.

"You go to Lushi Palace to raise lustful silkworms for a month. If you lie to the master, you should go away."

Bicha couldn't speak a word, feces and piss flew together in horror, and he stared at Machai with red eyes and hatred.

Markai chuckled lightly and gave Bicha his thumb. He is a coward and can be beaten back even if he goes to China. Look, this time I will follow my master to kill everyone.

Two people stepped forward and lifted Bicha out of the pavilion protected by the light veil, and threw him in front of a palace with pink doors and windows.

The pink wooden door opened, and a skinny man dragged him in and stopped in front of a large wooden barrel.

"Go in by yourself."

Bicha got up slowly. Although he was frightened, he could not disobey the order of the Khan. He took off his clothes and stepped in.

Inside the bucket was a vast ocean of pink, and as Bicha stepped in, the water dispersed and rippled slightly.

When I got closer to see where the water was, it was clearly half a bucket full of pink silkworm chrysalis-like insects.

"Shua Shua Shua Shua" the insects crawled up, from the calf to the thigh, from the abdomen to the neck, and penetrated into the lower vagina and the seven orifices.

Bicha wailed and lay down, his mouth was filled immediately.

"woo woo woo woo."

The ripples in the barrel subsided, and it was as quiet as before.

The person who helped Bicha in shivered on a sunny day, and hurried out.

Han Weng led Mark to guess the Grand Palace, and after a while an apricot-yellow Cadillac DTS drove them straight to Bangkok Airport.

"Maoshan, China, where are you coming from? Book a ticket there." Han Weng closed his eyes and sat in the back seat, commanding.

Mark nodded like a dog, and made some inquiries: "The nearest airport to go there is Nanjin, and the closest to Maoshan."

Han Weng stopped talking, and Makchai also took advantage of the opportunity to book a flight ticket.

After making the decision, Mark Chai secretly waved his fist. This time in the past, he must be turned upside down. He always said that China is respectable and unapproachable. This time, go and see who can be the master of Han Weng A united enemy.

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Just after they booked the air tickets, Beijing was five hundred meters below Zhong Nanhai.

A girl wearing a black mask answered the phone and pushed open the door of a quiet room.

The door was empty, and in the middle of it was a black rosewood tree stump with a diameter of more than three meters. On the stump sat a young man with a black sword box across his lap.

The young man has long hair hanging down his shoulders, handsome facial features, and a pair of bright black eyes that are not focused. He is staring at the empty space in front of him with dilated pupils. His eyes are full of loneliness and loneliness, and there are traces of remembrance and nostalgia for the past.

The girl cleared her throat, and reported: "Captain, the Thai Grand Master Khan has come to China."

The man's eyes changed rapidly, but his face was calm and calm. He asked softly, "Where are you going?"

"Nan Jin."

"Let the Qin family deal with it. You can decide for yourself in the future. Don't ask me."

The girl seemed a little worried, and took a few steps closer, "Captain, are you okay?"

"Go out, I'm fine." The man replied, his eyes became empty again.

Continuous sword sounds came out of the sword box, Zhengrong remained calm.

(End of this chapter)