Otherworldly Merchant

Leaving the White Horse Temple, we walked, stopped, and went all the way. Songshan Academy, Dragon Gate Cave, Dragonfly Bay, Little Wave Bottom... Painfully and happily played it all over again!

Just in the course of the tour, my instincts have shown that there are some hidden and special identities all around us.

Though they were well disguised, they barely showed any signs of rupture. Whether you're pretending to be a tourist or a garbage cleaner, their eyes always look around us unintentionally, always vigilant and alert.

Obviously, these people are protecting us, and they were never sent by the Zhang family.

Although the Zhang family is also powerful, Henan, in the north, has long been beyond their control. Moreover, it is always up to us to decide where we are going and how long we will stay, and Zhang Jia will never be able to make the appropriate arrangements in such a short period of time.

So, the only person who can arrange this behind the scenes is Kosheng Cold.

The Twelve Apostles were already the number one killers pursued by INTERPOL for years without a clue. This infiltration into Huaxia was followed by the use of bombs in Wuhan, the preparation of the train to release the gas bombs and the use of rockets in Baima Temple.

In Kosheng Cold's own words, if you don't notice, act. He's the chief of operations, so he'll have to be scolded by his superiors for nothing!

Of course, even if it's not based on duty, he can't just ignore it in terms of personal relationships and Han Lao Six's entrustment.

However, with this guy's ability, he may have discovered Zhang Jiayou sneaking up behind us a long time ago. So he didn't show up, so he tried to keep us as bait and surround the twelve disciples, except that he was more reliable than Zhang Yiuwu, who had been mobilizing people to dress up in all shapes and colors to protect us.

If someone puts a cold gun on us or launches a surprise attack, I have no doubt that these people can rush up and help us with the bullets without hesitation!

Nine Movie Guards, together with the special agent plainclothes sent by Kosheng Cold, will guarantee the safety of our travelers!

Gao, I have Zhang Jiulin!

We played freely along the way, didn't want to go on any tours, rented a business seven-person seat, walked around and stopped.

On this day, when we saw a watermelon stall in the distance at the front junction, we stopped and enjoyed the coolness of the watermelon while moving to a somewhat numb limb.

Squeak!

I just ate two bites and suddenly there was a brake in my ear.

Look up and a black Buick stops in front of you.

“Hey, melon man! One of the sweetest.” The window rolled down and a skinny black guy shouted out his head.

The guy was about fifty years old, dark, slightly bald, with a chunky chain around his neck and a loud duck's voice.

“Uncle, I'm all sweet!” The slightly dazzling young man on the stall said with a smile.

“Can't you fucking understand people?” The guy in the car cursed, “I don't give a shit about you, I want the sweetest one! Besides, who the fuck do you call uncle? ”

The young man was scolded, hidden in anger but dared not return his mouth, slapping his ass in the melon pile for inspection, and finding a big melon to hand over to him: “Brother, this melon must be good, not sweet, no money. ”

“You fucking gourd, don't fuck with me, who is he? Your brother. ”

Pfft!

Li Mazi, squatting beside him, threw up the melon in his mouth, twisting his neck and selling the melon, said: “Little brother, it's not so good to look at you! What uncle? Brother, you are not a grandson. ”

“Who are you talking about?” The cargo blew up and shoved down the door.

Boom!

Li Mazi shook his hand and chewed half of the melon peel right on the man's face.

Li Mazi clapped his hands and stood up. “What's wrong? I told you, don't bully the honest people, I'm coming for Grandpa. ”

In front of Xia Qin, Li Mazi will not be a whore. And after he learned a little bit of skill, he always wanted to show Xia Qin his hands. He was sad that he didn't have a chance to perform. This product came to the door at the end of the day. How can you let it go easily?

Li Mazi was short and fat, with a meaty face and a bunch of marijuana seemed to have nothing but ugliness, but once his eyes were raised and a murderous appearance appeared, it was really scary - at least it was quite frightening.

Sure enough, the guy was scared by Li Mazi's mood and was a little offended. He glanced at Li Mazi and looked at me sitting next to him, swallowing watermelon without moving. "Do you know who the fuck I am? ”

“I know.” Li Mazi laughed: “Aren't you my son? ”

“Dad!” said Li Xiaomeng next to him, unhappy and mumbling. "I don't have such a son. ”

“You, you his? Wait for me.” The man was angry and angry, but he didn't dare rush up. While biting his teeth and cutting his teeth, he pointed at Li Mazi and ran back into the car.

“Yo, wasn't that mean? Run what run.” Li Mazi laughed.

“I run? You wait! I can't find a tone to make you cry.” The man hated to talk and twisted the car keys.

“Hey, grandson! Give the melon money and go.” Li Mazi shouted.

The man stunned for a moment, but was helpless. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it out, and the Buick shouted out.

“Take the melon.” Li Mazi shook his hand.

Boom!

A big watermelon is smashing into the back window and smashing a piece of shit.

“Oh, oh! Bad guys scared off.” Van Heung clapped his little hand with a big smile.

“Dad, this is awesome!” Li Xiaomeng thumbed at Asako.

“Well, that's like a man.” Xia Qin also praised proudly.

“Brother, thank you so much just now!” The lad at the stall also thanked him.

“Ha ha, it's okay, it's okay.” Li Mazi waved his hands in a dazzling manner, his face full of unseen smiles.

In front of Xia Qin, Li Mazi finally became a real man, exaggerated beauty, comfortable from the heart. But he deliberately pretended to look like a light cloud and copied another watermelon, and the golden knife sat on the road teeth and chewed it up.

In the meantime, another bus stopped in front of us, sparkling down the next group of people.

Each with a yellow hat and a little red flag in his hand.

Obviously, it's a tour.

“Yo, pretty girl, what a fate!” Li Mazi looked up and said to the two girls in the crowd.

When I saw those two girls, it was when I walked out of the White Horse Temple that Li Mazi counted as a gossip man.

“Humph!” The woman in the sunglasses walked in front of him, snorted cold and didn't look at him, walked directly around in front of him and nodded slightly with the ponytail in the back, silently following him.

“Dogs can't change shit!” Xia Qin, who was also proud of Li Mazi, just vomited a very dissatisfied whisper of watermelon seeds.

“Ah!" Suddenly, the two girls walking around shouted.