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The next day, Zhongyi came to the port again, still at the same location, and further revised the details of the plan based on the berth layout observed yesterday.

On the long pedestrian deck, a small voice came down the wind: "Big Brother!"

Zhong Yi turned around, and outside the gate was the little guy from yesterday, standing on tiptoe, waving happily at him.

He checked the data one last time in his head, lowered his hood, and walked down the concrete steps.

Jia Xibei met him, blushing: "Big brother, I met you again!"

Zhong Yi rubbed his head: "Why are you so happy?"

"My column..." Jia Xibei wanted to talk about the skeleton of the private soldier, but before the words came out, he was more thoughtful, "I will come to see the loading, and I will set off with the ship in two days."

Zhong Yi smiled and flicked his forehead: "It's not a good habit to be silly when you're happy, and pout when you're sad."

Jia Xibei nodded shyly: "Well, not in the future," he pursed his lips and touched his forehead, "Big brother, everyone calls me Xiaobei, you...how do you call me?"

Zhong Yi was about to make up a name, when a scream came from nowhere, and the crowd in the distance suddenly became chaotic, rushing down the deck.

Faintly hearing something like "Killed" and "There is a knife", Zhong Yi turned to leave, but Jia Xibei, on the contrary, rushed up the stairs against the flow of people.

"Xiao Bei!" Zhong Yi turned around and grabbed him, "What are you doing!"

Jia Xibei looked anxious, and clenched his small hands into fists: "Someone is committing murder!"

Zhong Yiru's eyebrows widened: "Someone is committing murder, what's the use of you going!"

Jia Xibei brushed up the hair on his forehead, and there was an access port on his temple: "I am the Emperor."

As he said that, he broke away from Zhong Yi's hand and squeezed up desperately.

Zhong Yi stared at the thin figure from the shadow of the hood, hesitated for a moment, grabbed onto the two or three meter high deck railing, and jumped up.

Jia Xibei squeezed against the current among the fleeing crowd. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something on the guardrail next to him, which was moving very fast. When he fixed his eyes on it, it turned out to be the big brother, and opened his mouth wide in surprise.

There was indeed a murderer. A man in his 30s held a sharp knife in each hand. There was a shrunken access hole on his temple. He smelled of alcohol. Own!"

"Ah... good!" Jia Xibei nodded in a daze, pushing forward even harder.

Zhong Yi jumped down in front of the man holding the knife, he didn't understand himself, at the moment of assassinating Yuzawa, what kind of game is he playing bravely with the children who met by chance!

"Damn it..." The man hacked drunkenly, the ground behind him was covered in blood, and it could be seen from the movement of swinging the knife that he should have manipulated the bones of the knife hand, "I was considered a hero even when I was old, and the big boss saw me. Call me brother, now I will be the grandchildren of you little bastards... all go to hell!"

Zhong Yi had no weapon, so he covered his hood tightly and placed it in front of his blade.

"What the hell..." The guy squinted his cloudy eyes, and slammed two knives in the air, chopping off his head: "If you dare to block my way, you will die!"

Zhong Yi dodged quickly, made a few fake moves to the side, and hit him directly on the inside of the elbow joint, causing his forearm to lose strength, the sharp knife flew, and slid down the deck ramp.Immediately afterwards, Zhong Yi turned his knife into a fist, and struck the guy's temple with such force that it directly caused him to faint.

Jia Xibei arrived and grabbed the bloody sharp knife on the ground. At this time, the drunk man couldn't get up anymore. Zhong Yi glanced at him from under the hood and looked around. Walk.

Jia Xibei threw down the knife and chased him, holding the blood on his hand foolishly, and sighed: "Brother, you...you are so powerful, if only I were half as powerful as you!"

Zhong Yi grabbed him and whispered into his ear, "Don't yell here, put your hands away, I don't want the dyeing house to go back and ask questions."

Jia Xibei immediately silenced, put down his hands, and followed Zhong Yi out of the port to the embankment beside the Shang River. He was like a puppy wagging his tail, but he was entangled with Zhong Yi: "Big brother, how can you tell me?" Teach me, how can I become as strong as you?"

Zhong Yi kicked the stones and looked towards the end of the river where the sky meets the sky. In a few days, the Chiguo Tianwang will break through the waves and come: "I used to be the same as you," he looked away, "I have been called a sissy for many years. "

Jia Xibei didn't believe it, and looked up at him eagerly: "You are lying."

Zhong Yi pinched his pouting mouth mischievously, stretched it, and stretched it into a little duckling. Jia Xibei said "hmmm": "Big, big pot..."

"I can teach you two tricks," Zhong Yi smiled brightly, "but to become stronger, you have to rely on yourself."

Jia Xibei squinted his duck mouth, his eyes were shining, and he kept nodding.

Back to Jiangbei from the port, it was almost noon, Zhong Yi didn't change his clothes, went directly to the reception room on the second floor, Tian Shaoshi was there, Bai Ruer and Gao Xiu were also there, and Ding Huanliang.

"What?" Zhong Yi took off the hood from his head, revealing a face with yin and yang upside down, like a camellia that just fell, with a dazzling color, "Secretary He hasn't arrived yet?"

Ding Huanliang raised his eyebrows. It was the first time he and Zhong Yi had met, but this kid had obviously figured him out.

"I'll do it," Ding Huanliang raised his legs and tilted his head frivolously, "He Feifei will not participate in this matter."

"What do you mean?" Zhong Yi leaned over to stare at him, with a ferocity that didn't match his appearance, "Stay back, Secretary Ding?"

Ding Huanliang stood up, his shallow eyes moved, like a wild beast ready to bite: "I repeat, He Feifan doesn't know about this," he gritted his canine teeth lightly, "he doesn't need to know either."

He wants to do the job of losing his head. Zhong Yi's gaze is habitually aimed at his throat. At this time, there are footsteps in the corridor, not heavy, but very regular. It seems that every step has the same pace and frequency. With a rhythm familiar to Ding Huanliang, he stopped at the door.

Everyone looked at the door, click, the retro-style door handle turned counterclockwise, the door slowly opened, and a strange man walked in.

He wore a black suit and no tie, his hair was short and bristly, and he had an unrememberable face.

Ding Huanliang and Gao Xiu touched the guns at the same time, while Tian Shaoshi stood up with a smile: "You are late," he greeted him, putting his shoulders on his shoulders and introducing to everyone, "The last guest today, Om Dharma Protector."

Ding Huanliang stood there in a daze. It was the small black skeleton that always followed behind Yuze like a shadow, making no sound, no soul, as if it didn't exist.

"Are you kidding me!" He glared at Tian Shaoshi, "Since the Dharma protector is yours, how could Yuze survive to this day!"

Om Guardian opened the first chair on the side and sat down first: "Secretary Ding, you have an activation chip under the skin of your left arm." Smooth left wrist, "My one is in Yuzawa's hand, it's not for activation, but for detonation."

As soon as these words came out, Ding Huanliang loosened his grip on the gun.

"There are two chips on the inside of Yuzawa's left arm, one is used to activate the Victory Tower, and the other is used to control me." Om Protector poured himself a glass of water, "You say, do I dare to touch him easily?"

Not daring, Ding Huanliang and Gao Xiu looked at each other and sat down one after another.

"I join you," Om Guardian held the water glass and smiled coldly, "I just want to get rid of that chip and get rid of that kind of object-like life."

"Okay, everyone," Tian Shaoshi patted Om Protector on the shoulder, walked towards Zhong Yi, and stood behind him, "The 'Star Reaching' is coming soon, so we don't want to quarrel."

"Picking the stars" is a very taboo term, and everyone knows what it refers to.

Bai Ruer hadn't opened his mouth all this time, and now he got straight to the point: "Don't waste time, let's divide up the work." With his one-eyed bewildered eyes, he still looked down on the world.

Tian Shaoshi took out the berth layout map of the port from his arms, Zhong Yi took it, and made a few corrections: "Guardian, you should study this map. On the day when the Chiguo Tianwang arrives at the port, you need to pick up Yuze according to the mark on the map. stand."

The moment the blueprint slid across the table, Bai Ruer and Ding Huanliang glanced at it. After so many years of hail and bullets, they could tell at a glance that it was a high-density explosion.

"Qianjun," Zhong Yi respectfully called Bai Ruer, "on the day Chiguo Tianwang returns to Jianghan, I want Jialantang not to be there, especially Zhuyeliang, who has such a big change that no one can control."

Bai Ruer promised: "He won't show up."

"Okay," Zhong Yi turned to Ding Huanliang, "Secretary Ding, you are the only one among us who can freely enter and leave Yuzawa's office. On the day of the explosion, I want you to control the president's office and Mount Sumeru in the house."

Ding Huanliang slowly licked his lips and nodded.

"Everyone," Zhong Yi clapped his hands three times, "Three days later, in Jianghan Port, we will personally break off the ten-petal lotus of Dyeshe, and use Yuzawa's blood to change the color of the world!"

Three days, 72 hours, the second hand of fate is spinning rapidly on the wheel of life and death. Ranshe, Lion Hall, Garan Hall, and every innocent person in the world cannot escape the cosmic diffuse field wave of Mount Sumeru.

In the early morning of the next day, Jia Xibei got a small bamboo knife from nowhere, and practiced hacking in the house with a decent appearance. Yuan Zhen glanced at him and pretended to be casual: "How did you practice the knife?"

"The big brother I told you about last time," Jia Xibei said in admiration, "is amazing, and taught me several tricks!"

Big brother, big brother, Yuan Zhen deliberately spoiled his interest: "Sun Moonlight is the skeleton of a machine gun, and it doesn't have a knife."

Jia Xibei was taken aback for a moment, and thought for a while: "Then... I'll just pretend to be a knife."

Yuan Zhen frowned. For the past two days, he had been busy researching the information about the skeletons of private soldiers. Without paying attention, Jia Xibei ran outside to meet some "big brother": "We're leaving tomorrow, take it easy."

"Oh, I have to go to the port." Jia Xibei inserted the bamboo knife into his lower back, pulled the sock from under Yuan Zhen's buttocks, and put it on his little feet. "Big brother is still waiting for me."

Yuan Zhen was not happy, and her face remained calm: "That big brother, what's his name?"

"I don't know," Jia Xibei ran out with the small bamboo knife in his arms, and threw him a sentence: "Don't wait for me to eat lunch!"

The door slammed shut, Yuan Zhen immediately got up and put on her clothes, tiptoed out of the house, followed Jia Xibei's buttocks, and sneaked to the river embankment near the port.

The "big brother" was indeed there, with a tall and tall figure, and he couldn't see his face clearly with his hood on. Yuan Zhen was afraid that Jia Xibei would be stupid and didn't know if someone ate tofu. The other party kicked Jia Xibei's knee suddenly, kicking him down hard.

Yuan Zhen felt distressed and even more surprised.

"Get up!" the guy shouted, "Did I teach you that move just now? What about the strength and the angle!"

Jia Xibei didn't cry, didn't even blink his eyes, and got up straight away.

"Come again," the guy was not polite at all, and then he stabbed three times in a row, slashing Jia Xibei to the ground.

They are really teaching knives, and they are relentless and devil-like teaching knives.

With a lot of energy in his hands, Jia Xibei yelled unexpectedly, like a fierce tiger sprang out from his thin body, baring its teeth and claws, trying to knock down the powerful enemy in front of it.

Yuan Zhen had never heard him make such a voice before, so she was surprised and a little unbelievable for a moment.

"Okay! Pull the shelf! Hold! Cut me! Hard! I'll make you fucking hard!"

Jia Xibei fell down again and his face was covered with mud. The "big brother" didn't give him a chance to breathe, and the bamboo knife was aimed at the head. The knife is like a rustling meteor gliding across the sky, very neat and beautiful.

"Okay!" The guy praised him, but he didn't show mercy. He swept Jia Xibei down again and stepped on it.

This time the little thing didn't get up, the "big brother" looked about the same, and put away the knife to drag him, but Jia Xibei suddenly pulled out the knife and stabbed the guy in the left arm with a rotten trick.

It should be very painful, but Yuan Zhen didn't hear him screaming, instead he saw him holding the back of Jia Xibei's knife and said seriously: "If it was an actual battle, this knife only caused damage to my left arm, but you are already powerless to fight back .”

Jia Xibei was sweating profusely, panting heavily.

"Big brother" held his knife ten degrees to the right, aiming at his own throat: "Next time you encounter this kind of situation, do you know where to cut?"

Jassie gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Remember, every knife you take must be aimed at the vital point."

He pulled Jia Xibei up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and then carefully wiped the mud off his face.

"Big brother," Jia Xibei was very reluctant, "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"I will leave Jianghan the day after tomorrow." The guy rubbed his head. "You can come to Yinghai to find me. I have friends in the Zhanxi Group of Yinghaitang. You can just find 'big brother'."

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Small theater interlude: Q&A with the husband and wife of "The Royal"

Q1: Who is the two of you chasing who?

Zhui Yeliang: He was the one who chased me at first, he was very enthusiastic, I was more cautious at the time...

Cen Zhuo: (eyes start to flick)

Zhui Yeliang: What I chase must be the one I chase.

Jia Xibei: It's not good for you to ask this...we are not yet of age...

Yuan Zhen: I chased him.

Jassie: (covering his face)

He Feifan: Isn't this question given for nothing? Look at my brother's face and figure, he must be chasing me.

Ding Huanliang: I'll give you one more chance, let's think it over.

He Feifan: ...I chased him.

Jiang Zongtao: I was the one chasing him.

Yao Huangyun: (nodding)

Jiang Zongtao: Secret love turned positive.

Yao Huangyun: (whispering) The truth is forced love.

Luo Bin: That... don't ask this question, pass!

Diao Ran: I chased him, and chased him to death.

Mount Sumeru: Yes.

Second character Sumeru: Both of them are right.

Q2: Excuse me, under what circumstances did the first kiss happen?

Zhui Yeliang: How should I put this... (Looking at Cen Zhuo)

Cen Zhuo: When the brain is short-circuited due to lack of oxygen and thinking.

Zhuyeliang: But I will never forget it.

Jia Xibei: The moon is dark and the wind is high...

Yuan Zhen: At that time, I was quite impulsive, because it was the first time, and I didn't plan the environment well...

Jia Xibei: (pulls vigorously) Oh brother!

Ding Huanliang: No impression.

He Feifan: (Think hard) It should be that time on the boat, right?

(Fold a needle: You two are still together now, isn’t there really some unavoidable reason?!)

Jiang Zongtao: It has been planned for a long time, so I made some wine.

Yao Huangyun: (whispered) I actually drink very well.

Luo Bin: That... don't ask this question.

Diao Ran: When you die.

Sumeru: Strictly speaking, that's not a kiss.

B character Sumeru: Yes, just rubbing your lips.

(The team next door: Hey!)

Q3: Please use a flavor to describe the other party.

Cool by night: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, everything is there.

Cen Zhuo: (serious face) tough.

(Fold a pin: are you serious?)

Yuan Zhen: Sweet.

Jassie: ...um...um...(super soft voice) sour.

He Feifei: (curling the corners of his mouth inexplicably) spicy.

Ding Huanliang: (rolls his eyes) Stinks.

Jiang Zongtao: The taste of clear water.

Yao Huangyun: The smell of fire.

Robin: This question...

Diao Ran: Don't pass.

Luo Bin: Regret the smell of the medicine, okay?

Mount Sumeru: Yes.

B character Sumeru: This is fine.

Q4: Please say a word to the other party at this moment.

Zhuyeliang: I love you.

Cen Zhuo: (shy) Fuck me!

Jia Xibei: Brother, we are still young, so we should focus on managing the western region.

Yuan Zhen: (helplessly) Then change it to twice a week.

He Feifan: Um... be nice to me, treat me with desserts, and Xiaopang will give me some too.

Ding Huanliang: (definitely) Impossible.

Jiang Zongtao: Don't miss me too much.

Yao Huangyun: Well, good.

Robin: I've always wished I could turn back time...

Diao Ran: I know.

Sumeru: I know that too.

Second character Sumeru: We all know it.