Otherworldly Merchant

I was disappointed to hear that, and I shook my head helplessly.

Han Song slammed his neck and filled the remaining half bottle of wine as well. A very intense white wine flavor quickly spread, very choking.

“Do you have anything else to ask?” He turned around and asked me.

“No, since he doesn't know the way, there's nothing he can do.” I shook my head.

“Then he's useless.” Han Song looked at the empty bottle in his hand and threw it out the window.

Outside the car is a bridge across the river, under which there is an icy river running down the river, full of power.

As soon as his voice fell, a black bodyguard in front of him covered the neck of the foreigner and pulled out a dagger to rub it around his neck.

The foreigners struggled a few times, and a blood line spread out.

Another black bodyguard opened the door and kicked him down with one foot.

The foreigner was like a pig who had just been stuck through his neck, straight into the heart of the river.

I look at the dark chatter, these guys are really tough! However, since he is a friend of the T-shirt man and has been told so much, I'm sure the T-shirt man also has great trust in him, and I naturally don't have much to be prepared for.

“What, you're not used to drinking here?” Han Song took another bottle of white wine out of the fridge and bit it off, turning his head and asking me.

I shook the bottle: “Now that I've told you everything, I have nothing to hide, I'm really not in the mood for a drink right now. I have to get to Devil's Valley as soon as possible. “

Speaking to my mouth, I swallowed the four words of the Sword of Dusk back.

I don't know exactly how much the T-shirt guy told him, but the less people he knew about it, the better.

“Don't worry about that. I'll take care of the rest. I'll come with you tomorrow.” Han Song finished and filled another half bottle of wine.

“You too?” I'm surprised.

“Hmm.” Han Song nodded. "I'm not afraid of your jokes, I have a lot of people, but they can only deal with humans. The rest, they can't help. I owe him my first life. He never begged me. Even if he died, I would help him. Besides, I'm the only one who can get the Sword of Dusk.” Han Song said very casually.

Only against humans, the sword of dusk, and only he can bring it out...

I was stunned by a few words from this guy. What the hell is he?

Why did the T-shirt guy ask him to help me? Does this guy look like a big gangster, actually, someone tall?

“By the way, you can call me" Six "like the first time, I'm almost like the magic box on you, it's inseparable from blood, I'm inseparable from wine, otherwise you'll go crazy.” He said, filling the wine in his hand again.

He has drank two bottles of intense Russian liquor in a row, but more surprisingly than his volume, he knows almost all the secrets of the shady trader business!

The T-shirt man was able to tell him everything so important that he was extremely credible, and this trip to Russia would certainly have his strong support.

The convoy drove for a long time and stopped in front of a very luxurious big hotel. There was no car in the parking lot. Dozens of black bodyguards stood neatly in the cold wind. We got off together and Six grabbed another bottle of wine.

He had drank a whole five bottles, but the colour didn't change at all, not even a little bit of wine, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I couldn't believe it.

The whole hotel was empty, Six said it was one of his nests.

He put me on a night's rest here, said he'd wait till tomorrow to cross the border!

I just took a shower, and Six sent a couple of big bags of plasma, and it looks like he not only knows about the box, but knows it pretty well.

The box is fine during the day and doesn't mutate, but it opens automatically every night, and as the dwarf spins, it screams with stings.

At the same time, all the surrounding sounds become the same melody —— running water, alarm clocks, television, all the sounds that follow that melody.

Me and Li Mazi will soon be assimilated by the sound, like hundreds of steel needles stabbed all over my body, very painful.

The only way is to feed the blood!

The box drinks enough blood before it calms down for a while.

But its needs are getting bigger and bigger, and it can't be met with blood alone after another break.

If we don't find the Sword of Dusk in time, we're afraid we'll end up like Rococonut.

The next morning, Han Lao Liu knocked on my door.

He was the only one outside, wearing a thick leather coat and a long black leather bag.

I followed him on a Hummer and did not know which secret path had been taken, directly across the border and into Russian territory.

The Hummer drove for another two days in a deserted snow field into a villa with a rounded tip like an onion head.

There are a lot of camouflage clothes standing outside the villa gate with a big beard with an AK47 assault rifle.

However, when they saw Han Lao Liu sitting in the driver's seat, they were all extremely polite and hurried to open the door.

It was like a secret terrorist base, dozens of beards walking in and out with guns, Han Lao Liu dumped into the door and said something to the long-legged, yellow-haired Russian beauty on the steps.

The beautiful woman echoed and made a gesture inviting her inside.

Han Lao Liu turned around and said to me: "No one can lead the way in the Devil's Valley. This guy is not bad in the far east of Siberia. It should save him a lot of trouble! ”

The villa is extremely luxurious, with medieval famous paintings hanging on the walls, even the frames are made of gold, with thick bear-fur carpets on the floor and gemstones on the chandeliers in the corridor.

As the beautiful woman turned several doors in a row, we finally arrived in a very spacious hall.

Just in the middle of the lobby is a pool built using natural hot springs, where the heat waves sweep up and steam up a white smoke.

Three naked beauties in the middle of the pool are surrounded by a big fat man.

Big fat man has two hundred and forty fifty pounds of brown long hair all over his body, which at first glance is no different from a big dog bear.

He was extremely comfortable lying on the thighs of a beautiful woman, eating grapes handed down by another woman with a slight squint in his eyes. Two plush hands rubbing their thighs in front of a beautiful woman's chest.

“Hi, long time no see!” The fat man waved at Han Lao Liu and greeted him with a pair of half-life Chinese words.