Urban Hidden Dragon

Gu Chan tilted his head.

It was obviously the first time he realized that he was actually a villain.

Crow Man looked at the two earth demons with some surprise.

Obviously, they only knew that Wang Han could come to this place to meet him.

But he never expected that Wang Han would wait for two demons to come to help him.

But what hurts the most at the moment is Old Qiangba.

He was affiliated with Mitian and got the position of hall leader. According to Mitian's previous route, Mitian's immediate superiors would be these demons.

How come it has only been so long, but it feels like the script has been changed, and the person he is besieging has become the boss of his immediate boss?

Lao Qianba's eyes fell on Wang Han.

Combining everything before, it was obvious that those in the world were pushing too hard, and Wang Han was now mixed with the demons.

Old Qianba himself said it just now.

As long as people are alive, once they are involved in a dispute, they have to take sides. Taking sides has been a technical job since ancient times.

Old Qiang Baku knelt down and said, "Qiang Ba pays his respects to the Demon Lord! From today on, he is willing to go through fire and water for the Demon Lord without any hesitation!"

Wang Han looked at Lao Qianba with a dark face, not even resisting.

He glanced at Guchan and Konglu next to him.

"This man still has some fighting ability left here. Which one of you wants him?"

Kong Lu raised his hand and grabbed it from the air, "Slave, come and train him!"

The moon waxes and wanes, and people have misfortunes and good fortune.

Old Jianba wailed and lay on the ground, his face turned pale, and his whole life's reputation was ruined.

But then I thought about it, I am already old, and those two small pendants are of no use anymore. As long as they are alive, they will be broken if they are broken. What's more, the current technology is developing so fast, and it is impossible to maintain the cyber basket in the future. When it comes out, there is still hope of sitting back and waiting for the eggs to be laid.

Wang Han glanced at Old Qiangba, "Don't let the news out that I am standing with the Demon Army for the time being. Do you understand?"

Old Jianba nodded repeatedly to express his understanding.

Wang Han turned around and smiled at Ya Lao, "Uncle."

Ya Lao raised his hand and patted Wang Han's shoulder. He was quite impressed that the younger generation can already take on the important tasks. Then he pointed at Dao Lao Ye Tingchao who was sitting on the threshold and said, "Escort Lao Ye back to his hometown." Well, he has a few things on his mind and it’s hard to calm down.”

"No problem." Wang Han kept looking into the main hall as he spoke.

It was so dark inside that nothing could be seen clearly.

But it can be seen that this hall is not only as big as it appears on the surface, but a large part of it is connected to the mountain.

Seeing Wang Han's curiosity about the opposite, Ya Lao smiled again and said, "When you come back after you reach the eighth-turn Vajra realm, you will naturally know what's inside."

Wang Han helped Dao Lao, who was very weak, up.

"What's going on, Brother Dao?" Wang Han asked.

Ya Lao explained, "It's normal. You have to go through the path to the secret realm of the true self. During this period, you keep an eye on him. He may not be very stable for a few hours every day. You keep a close eye on him."

Wang Han didn't understand what Ya Lao meant when he said his condition was not stable.

Ya Lao didn't explain, "I still have some things of my own to do. I have to go back to the Northeast. Lao Ye is relying on you."

"Don't worry, uncle. How are the others inside?"

Ya Lao smiled and said, "You will know when the time comes, and I will never let you down anyway!"

When Wang Han heard this, he immediately grinned like the waist of his cotton trousers.

"I'm relieved with your words."

Dao Lao was very weak. Wang Han checked it and found that Dao Lao's realm had actually fallen to the Vajra realm. Then he looked at Ya Lao in confusion.

Ya Lao explained again, "It's normal, but for anyone who has been to this place, the only way to break through is to fall down, break and then stand up again, but now he is very restless and needs to give up his previous wish. Only then can the mind be completely calm, let’s go first and talk about the rest of the way.”

"okay!"

The knife guy with a somewhat distracted look behind his back.

Wang Han and his party went down the mountain.

When the sun rises in the east.

Wang Han and others have already arrived at the parking place.

Look back.

The morning glow casts a golden dome on the top of the mountain, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

Konglu and Guchan took Lao Qianba and his party back to Yingze to study.

Wang Han sent Ya Lao to the train station and watched Ya Lao enter the train station. Then he and Chu Liu drove Dao Lao back to Dao Lao's hometown.

Not long after Wang Han left.

A pickup truck came from a distance and stopped at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Renxuanhai jumped out of the car, lit a cigarette, and looked at the car driving away in the distance. When Wang Han's car was completely out of sight, he took the dragon wrapped in a cloth bag from the passenger seat and stabbed it. He poked a man lying in the back row with messy hair and a beautiful belly.

"Don't sleep, get up and work!"

The man rubbed his eyes, stood up and pulled his clothes to cover his belly button, "Brother Hai, we are not in the same company. You are working for those seven people in your evil general department. Why are you always dragging your brothers along?" Me, please do me a favor and don’t always catch me, a sheep, trying to pluck wool.”

Wenren Xuanhai held a cigarette and said, "It's convenient for you to enter the secret realm of the True Self. Go in and look for the fragments of the True Self. If you find one, I'll ask you to drive a car, whether it's domestic or imported, original or modified." , take your pick.”

The man's eyes lit up, "Then I want the Russian and Japanese ones (the content is being modified)!"

"Row!"

...

Dao Lao's hometown is in Longyou.

Longyou has left a strong mark in the history books since ancient times, and it still stands proudly despite the erosion and sedimentation of the torrent of time.

Whether it is the majesty of an isolated city in the Wanren Mountains when the Yellow River is far away among the white clouds thousands of years ago; or the desolation of the vast lakes with white grass grinding into the horizon; or the long march of yellow sand and the tragic and heroic journey of chivalrous travelers, all of them are In response to the words that shocked Jiuzhou thousands of years later: Longyou is not big, but it creates a myth! This land has a desolate and ancient background, but it uses tenacity and perseverance to outline beautiful pictures of colorful and vicissitudes of life.

Wang Han drove the car.

From beginning to end, Dao Lao sat in the back row with a languid look and remained silent.

Wang Han was observing Dao Lao's every move all the time.

Ya Lao said that in the secret realm of the true self, before people calm down and completely transform, people seem to have some problems, but Ya Lao didn't say a word about the specific problem, but Wang Han followed Ya Lao's tone. There seemed to be a hint of teasing from an old friend in his eyes.

He only told Wang Han one place, but Ya Lao didn't mention the specific purpose of going to Dao Lao. He just told Wang Han that Dao Lao would naturally tell Wang Han when he was awake.

On the sixth day of the new year, he was sitting in the back row with a silly smile on his face, enjoying playing the hydraulic ring game machine.

The radio station automatically played a song called "Xia Ke Xing" by Zhao Muyang.

Dao Lao's expression changed for the first time, and his empty, numb eyes staring out the window finally began to waver.

He gently wiped the window with one hand and looked outside.

Wang Han just lit a cigarette and before he took two puffs, the phone rang.

When I took it out, I found it was Tong Guan, a little knife guy.

The two of them had been in contact before coming. Before Dao Lao entered the secret realm of the true self, Di Lao expected that Dao Lao might have trouble because of his past events, so he asked Tong Guan to wait here in advance.

"Brother Tong!"

Wang Hanqian let out a whooshing laugh.

"Where are you?" Tong Guan asked.

"We're about to enter the city. Prepare some food for me in advance."

"No problem, how is my master?"

Wang Han glanced back. Dao Lao still looked the same, like a high-tech biological man coming into contact with the world for the first time, looking out the car window in confusion.

"Hard to say."

"Okay, stay safe."

The setting sun is like blood.

The sun gradually dipped below the horizon.

The sword guy in the back row suddenly trembled.

The sword energy from his body swept out.

Wang Han quickly found a deserted place to park the car.

He turned around and looked at the knife guy in the back row.

I do not know how long it has been.

Dao Lao's eyes regained some clarity.

It's just that that clarity looks a bit weird in Wang Han's eyes.

Dao Lao jumped out of the car and ran towards the distance.

Wang Han hurriedly chased after him.

Finally stopped at a pool.

Dao Lao took a handful of water and washed his face, then wiped his face with his sleeve and looked at himself in the water.

Wang Han chased after him and squatted next to Dao Lao.

Dao Lao raised his orchid fingers, held his face, and turned his head toward the water, as if looking in a mirror, admiring his appearance.

Wang Han's expression looked like Wang Dahamui's dementia.

After a while.

Dao Lao bit his lip, his eyes were as charming as silk, and his old face was full of spring. He turned back to look at Wang Han and smiled, with a hint of shyness and coquettishness of a girl in his smile.

"am I pretty?"