Urban Hidden Dragon

"Fifth brother, which one of these two do you think is true?"

Huang Wan held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the two fat yellow rats in front of him that looked exactly the same.

Hearing this, the two fat yellow rats shook off their hair in an angry manner.

The two said in unison, "Master Qi, I am the real one!"

After speaking, the two fat rats glared at each other, "I am the real one, I am the real one!"

The two people started to yell at each other, and then the two people were squeezing each other, hoping to kill each other.

Zhuge Jueluo looked at the two fat rats with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Jenima is real and fake, Monkey King! Even Tathagata can't tell the difference!"

Huang Wan, wet with rain and dew, kicked two fat rats respectively.

"Be honest as fuck."

After taking a puff of cigarette, the two fat yellow rats looked at Huang Wan eagerly, "Master Qi, give me a cigarette."

Huang Wan lit a cigarette for each of them.

He bent down and looked at the two people, "I have a way to tell who is real and who is fake."

Zhuge Jueluo realized that something was wrong, and as expected, Huang Wang said, "I tell a joke, and the real fat yellow rat will laugh when he hears my joke.

Do you two know why Superman wears tights? "

The two fat yellow rats shook their heads.

"Because it's important to save people."

Huang Wan raised the corners of his mouth. He didn't know whether others were laughing or not. Anyway, he amused himself first.

A quick glance.

The two fat yellow rats both had forced smiles on their faces.

"Master Qi, it's quite cold in Antarctica. Stop cooling down."

The two fat yellow rats said in unison.

Dahuang Mao immediately became furious and kicked the two fat yellow rats, "Damn it, don't I have a sense of humor? Isn't this joke funny? Isn't this baggage shaking loudly? Guo Degang will have to worship me as his teacher when he comes!"

Zhuge Jueluo held a cigarette in his mouth and glanced at the few disciples of the Shilaohui who were following him. He looked far away and said, "Old Qi, stop fighting. Go back to the base camp first. Wait until the storm passes and prepare to go to the place the old man told you."

Huang Wan held a cigarette in his mouth, thick white smoke puffed out along with water vapor, "The old man didn't say what he was doing there?"

Zhuge Jueluo looked around and saw that there was no place to throw the cigarette butt, so he stuffed a fat yellow rat into his crotch, "The old man said that we can improve our skills when we go abroad, and by the way, we sent Jie Liang's stuff back to study. Jie Niima and we can't hold him back." ah!"

Huang Wan stuffed the cigarette butt into the crotch of another fat rat, "I don't know what's going on with Lao Jiu."

...

Wang Han unbuttoned his belt and walked towards the Emperor.

The emperor's eyes were mixed with three parts vigilance, three parts confusion and four parts "You must be sick."

"What do you want to do?"

Wang Han gritted his teeth, "I played your penis before, and now I want you to play it back. I can play it any way I want to relieve your anger. I can play a song called Dongfeng Po."

Seeing that Wang Han was about to take off his pants, Shihuang stood up in confusion, "No...are you sick?"

Merk picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He glanced at Shihuang from the corner of his eye. That look seemed to say, "You just know?"

Merck also knew about Wang Han's penis flicking.

Naturally, he knew why Wang Han was so mean at the moment, so he just watched with a smile.

Shihuang pointed to Wang Han's position, "You sit down first!"

Wang Han held up his trousers and sat down resentfully, "You said you are not willing to play the piano. There are many people queuing up who want to play but they can't even get their turn."

The Emperor gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with unquenchable anger, and he wished he could cut Wang Han into pieces with a thousand knives.

After all, he is an old monster, but he can break through the defense in front of Wang Han.

Merck felt quite contented. After all, he had broken through Wang Han's defense many times despite being indifferent and elegant.

The Emperor took a sip of tea and looked at Wang Han, "Give me the Dragon Winding Technique, and all the previous festivals will be wiped out."

Wang Han raised his eyebrows. It seemed that this grandson really cared about the Nine Provinces Dragon Vein.

Dragon Entanglement is basically a technique that has not been taught to outsiders by the martial gods of the past. Of course, not everyone can practice Dragon Entanglement. After all, in the same math book, some people can get full marks and others fail. This thing is aimed at destiny. The technique created by his son.

But Wang Han still kept an eye on it, pretended to think about it again and again, and finally agreed, giving the emperor a slightly incomplete Dragon Entanglement Technique. Dragon Entanglement Technique has never been taught to outsiders, except for the ancient martial gods. You know, even if the Emperor gets it, he can't guarantee its authenticity.

Wang Han passed it on to the Emperor orally. The Emperor followed what Wang Han said and tested it a little, but found no clues.

After this time has passed.

The three parties discussed the next issue of dividing the interests of the Holy Light Religion.

A sophisticated look appeared on Shihuang's immature face. He held a tea cup and smiled at Wang Han, "You can let Ukiyo take action, but after it is done, the Holy Light Sect's sphere of influence in Asia will have to be handed over to us. Ukiyo helps take care of it.”

Wang Han said in a deep voice, "Isn't this asking for too much?

Shihuang played with the tea cup and said with a smile, "Is it too much? Why can't I feel where there is too much? When asking for help, you have to show some attitude towards asking for help, right?"

While Wang Han was pondering, Merck also spoke up and said, "When the matter is completed, the living dead will want half of the Holy Light Religion's sphere of influence in Europe."

Hearing this, Wang Han slapped the table directly, "Mr. Merck, are you a bit of a lion? The main sphere of influence of the Holy Light Religion is in Europe. You just want half of the Holy Light Religion in Europe. Sphere of influence, is this a bit too much?”

Merk twisted the tea cup with his fingers and watched the rise and fall of a tea leaf in the tea soup. "Mr. Wang Han, the living dead will give great support to what you do next. You are a businessman. I think you are very good." We know how difficult it is to overthrow the old pope and secure his position as pope. The living dead can help you solve most of your troubles. For this reason alone, the price paid by the living dead is worth it!"

Wang Han looked at the two people in front of him. The two of them wanted to eat Wang Han's pants off.

The two sides were chatting in a lively manner, and Wang Han had no time to look at the time. The time agreed upon for Chu Liu to bring someone here was coming soon.

Both Shihuang and Merck were smiling, obviously very satisfied with the meeting.

When several people were discussing specific matters.

The emperor's subordinates hurriedly walked in from outside.

Tolia, who was wearing casual clothes, also hurried in from outside, leaned over and said something in Wang Han's ear.

This was all agreed upon in advance.

Immediately afterwards, Merck's subordinates rushed in from outside and said something in Merck's ear.

Wang Han heard clearly that both of them were saying that unknown people were attacking here.

All three people looked at each other.

Merck took the lead and said, "Wang Han, what do you mean?"

Wang Han turned his head and looked at the Emperor with a gloomy look, "This position was chosen by the Emperor. Relatively speaking, this place is the Emperor's home! If you are cheating, you are in the wrong place!"

Merck immediately turned his head to look at Shihuang.