Urban Hidden Dragon

Huang Niannu scratched his chest and sat up.

Still looking sleepy.

He rubbed his face and shouted a few times nervously until he finally woke up.

Huang Niannu jumped over, picked up her shoes from the ground and put them on.

Stand by the window with your hands on your hips and tiptoe to tighten your anus.

“Hotpot is the best in this weather!”

Li Qing looked at Huang Niannu's back and said, "I want to go out!"

Huang Niannu rubbed her belly and replied randomly, "Give me some tripe, some more fat beef and lamb, some duck intestines, the Spanish scarlet shrimp is also delicious, and some oysters, and all kinds of side dishes and mushrooms are also necessary."

While talking, he took out his cell phone. There was only one reliable contact named Hei Yi in the contact list. Lu Jian had been on the blacklist for a long time.

Huang Niannu sent a message to Heiyi, "Send a reliable person to deliver the hot pot ingredients (don't let that shit-eating girl go to buy the ingredients, or I'll get angry!)

I made a list of what I wanted to eat and sent it over.

The air around Li Qing behind him gradually began to distort, just like the air being distorted by the heat waves on a hot day.

Li Qing's eyes were calm, but behind this calmness, there were turbulent waves.

"I want to go out!" Li Qing said again.

Huang Niannu turned around and looked at them. The two looked at each other and Huang Niannu asked, "Do you want to eat that big lobster?"

Li Qing slowly picked up her instrument from the side and gently placed her hands on the strings.

With a wave of her white hands, the sound waves instantly reached behind Huang Niannu in the form of invisible ripples.

But it did not hurt Huang Niannu at all, it just made Huang Niannu's clothes move slightly, as if they were blown gently by the breeze.

Huang Niannu was sending messages on her own and asked Heiyi to bring some wine and drinks.

Li Qing quickened the speed of plucking the strings of the zither, but Huang Niannu was not hurt at all, as if nothing had happened. After sending the message, she lay down again, crossed her legs, and used a few novels as a pillow. She picked up the piece of toilet paper and covered her belly button with it, patting it gently.

A few minutes later, Li Qing's hands that had been plucking the strings of the zither were all gone. Huang Niannu yawned, picked her ears, and sat up. "Your piece is not very good. I can hear resentment in your music. It does not conform to the core values ​​of socialism. You should play something that promotes positive energy, such as Where is the world full of flowers? One, two, three, go!"

Li Qing plucked the strings with all his might, almost breaking his defense.

Even though she was ranked first among the demons, ordinary people would be scared to death the moment they heard her piano playing, but she was unable to break the defense of this monster in front of her.

Li Qing vented his anger by playing the strings of the zither, and finally stopped, looking up at Huang Niannu, "When will you let me out?"

"I don't know, but not now! It depends on the level of that rookie before deciding!

Let’s not talk about work for now. I’m in a good mood today. I’ll treat you to hotpot later. We can eat hotpot in the rain, you play the piano and I sing. This is how life should be lived.”

As she spoke, Huang Niannu took the zither from Li Qing and sat on the table.

"Can you play it?" Li Qing frowned and took a look.

Huang Niannu didn't care, "Look at you playing for so many years, even if you put a pig here, you can learn it!"

Huang Niannu cleared her throat and began to pluck the strings, singing loudly while playing, "I know! Those summers, like youth, can never come back. What replaces dreams can only be achieved reluctantly!"

After singing a song at the top of her lungs, Huang Niannu threw the zither to Li Qing and looked in one direction, "I'll let you out when he gets angry!"

"But that's not what you said before!"

"Don't you know that men are fickle?"

...

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth, and from time to time he controlled the word "I" on his palm. From time to time, the throne of his true self would appear behind him.

The Emperor was tied up like a dumpling and placed next to Wang Han.

Wang Han suddenly hit the Emperor's crotch again for no apparent reason.

The Emperor's eyes looked murderous.

"How can a person who has lost all his power be restored to his original state?"

The Emperor snorted coldly and closed his eyes, not ready to speak, but his mouth opened uncontrollably and said, "This is an ancient art from the pre-Qin period. It uses the Resurrection Grass as a medicine inducer and swallows tonic herbs. When yin and yang meet, the whole person is immersed in the medicine soup and placed in the earth vein dragon eye for refining. The whole process is very painful and will cause the tendons and veins to break and reorganize."

After saying all this, the Emperor was completely confused. He obviously didn't expect this to happen. But the Emperor was a well-informed person after all, and he immediately realized something. "Heart Cicada!"

"Hey! You, Old Deng, know a lot! How did you make that medicinal soup you just mentioned?"

The Emperor didn't want to say it at first, but under the influence of the Mind Cicada, he told it all in detail.

After saying this, the Emperor turned pale and looked exhausted. Knowing that his life was over, he closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

The Emperor must know more than this. There must be other good things in his mind. We need to dig deeper. After digging out all the good things in his mind, if we can subdue him, we will subdue him. If we cannot subdue him, we will kill him.

The Northeastern guys are still going downstream to chase the people from Penglai Pavilion.

But according to the news brought back by the Northeastern guy, the place where Penglai Pavilion and his friends went to has been transformed by an expert, and there are many sleight of hand. Although they are following closely behind, they may lose them at any time.

After receiving the news, Wang Han rushed over there.

Yu Guizhi stood behind the old master of Penglai Pavilion.

The old Pavilion Master sat at the bow and looked into the distance.

The water ripples, the mountains rise and fall, the clouds are lingering, and the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth is painted in rich colors.

The old Pavilion Master sat in a wheelchair, with a thin blanket covering his knees. "Where are the Emperor and that Chen Qiusheng?"

"Ran!"

The old Pavilion Master shook his head. "What a smart idiot. He has probably been killed by Wang Han by now!"

"Where are the Yueping people?"

"On another ship."

"How are you feeling?"

Yu Guizhi paused and said, "It's okay, but it's inevitable that I'll complain a little."

The old Pavilion Master smiled and said, "Guizhi, this is the difference between you and him. You will always save face for others, but Yueping will not. If Yueping were to report here today, what do you think he would say?"

"do not know."

The old Pavilion Master turned around and glanced at Yu Guizhi. "You know, you just don't want to say it. If it was Yue Ping, he would definitely belittle you today, and then say that after his own efforts, he calmed your emotions and solved all the problems."

Yu Guizhi did not deny it.

After a few seconds of silence, the old Pavilion Master continued, "Guizhi, based on your observations during this period of time, do you think that Wang Han sent Yueping back here specifically to spy on military intelligence?"

Yu Guizhi was silent for a while and then said, "Old Pavilion Master, I have indeed been observing him during this period. Since you asked me this, I will tell you what I think."

The old Pavilion Master nodded and said, "Tell me about it."

Yu Guizhi paused and organized her words.