novelaction Chapter 382 Try the Code
Chapter 382 Try the Code
The driver was in so much pain that he was screaming in pain.
Deng Youcai had no choice. What he knew could not cure the hidden disease left by Zhang Lang, and he was at a loss.
Zhang Chulan wanted to get to the hotel quickly, finish the mission early and leave with Sister Baoer.
"The person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it. Let him wait here for that person. When he comes out, beg him and see if that person can show mercy."
"Zhao Si, well, you just wait here. It's just right that when Mr. Zhang comes out, you can be his full-time driver."
That’s right, the driver whose mouth was twitching in pain was called Zhao Si.
The younger version of Zhao Si, who had not yet become famous, faked his death to avoid being shot.
"Well, Brother Youcai, can my car work?"
"Your car? Yes, let me take a look." Deng Youcai skillfully opened the front hood and checked to see if there was anything wrong.
"It's okay. We just need to maintain it tomorrow. If you need any help, just use the intercom to call our brothers to come and help."
"Okay, Brother Youcai, then I feel relieved."
"Be nicer for a while, okay?"
Zhao Si's mouth twitched in pain and he could hardly stand straight. He agreed reluctantly and watched Deng Youcai drive away.
The Ishikawa family was waiting for them at the hotel.
There can be no further delay.
The breeze is a bit cool.
The northwest wind was blowing hard, and Zhao Si tentatively drove the car from the roadside to the parking space inside so that he could keep an eye on the door and ensure that he would be able to see Zhang Lang the first time he came out.
Zhang Lang was very curious about how many sides the men rubbed, not to mention how many sides the women rubbed.
In the private room of the sauna area, Zhang Lang, wearing shorts, hugged Tianrandai and drank tea comfortably.
The skin after taking a shower is tender and bouncy, and it feels different when pinched.
"Comfortable?"
"Yeah." The innocent little face flushed after the bath.
"How much dust did you rub off?"
"That guy, he's got an old nose." Tianrandai had learned Northeastern dialect before, and she was inspired by the conversation she had with the bath-scrubbing auntie just now.
"I'm quite curious about how I rubbed it for you." Zhang Lang was not a pervert to use his mental power to sense everything in the women's pool.
Tianrandai quietly pulled Zhang Lang's big hand over, grabbed his two middle fingers and index fingers and placed them on his palm.
Move it back and forth to vividly demonstrate how to rub the four sides.
That little girl was very serious, innocent and a little shy. She was unconscious when Zhang Lang rescued her and removed the shrapnel from her body. Plus, she had no feelings at that time. But it’s different now. After reading books, she knows all the human emotions, not to mention the influence of Zhang Lang around her.
So after being scrubbed by my aunt in this big bathhouse, I only felt that my body was clean, but my soul was not clean.
Bathing in the north is a hell for people, so little potatoes from the south should enter with caution.
Southern Little Potato: There can be ghosts in the bathroom, but there can't be people.
For two people, in the cold night in the north, it feels like spring all year round.
……
After the battle between Tang Clan and Higa Shinobi that year.
The two Higa ninjas codenamed Butterfly and Qing Yangping survived by chance. After several twists and turns, they took root and multiplied on the black soil of Northeast China with the remnants of the defeat. They were almost the same as the Chinese. There was no difference between them from their conversation and appearance.
Of course, these remnants are not only present in the Northeast, there are also many in Nanjing and other places. Perhaps the people around you may be the descendants of that group of people.
Who knows? Or you can try the code, for example, how much is the big hammer? How much is the small hammer?
Or how much is a glass of Palace Jade Wine?
If you can't answer it, congratulations, you can go and receive the prize.
The tricks here are really deep.
Think about the differences between the textbooks you studied in elementary school and the textbooks we use today, as well as the various opinions expressed by public intellectuals.
The water is too deep.
In an ordinary villa, the antique furniture shows the wealth of the owner.
Putting aside the dozens of bodyguards outside, there was actually a group of strong young men standing inside, chatting and laughing.
Sitting on a chair made of antique wood, an old lady wearing glasses had a rather elegant and noble temperament, and was obviously one of the upper-class people.
The bald old man next to him was wearing... Never mind, let’s not talk about it.
The old man spoke first and sighed, "Xiaodie, it's been a long time since we last met. Is there something big that happened that made you ask me to come this time?"
The old woman named Die looked at the young man Yang Ping, who was a survivor like herself. After so many years, he was still a die-hard bootlicker. He would come up to her as long as she waved her hand.
"I usually don't let you come to see me because we want to avoid suspicion. Yang Ping, you have to understand me."
How could Qingyang Yangping not understand as he is the type of person who is willing to help others at critical moments like Feiyang Yang?
"I understand, Xiaodie. I know the sacred mission we carry."
Qing Yangping rubbed his chin with scattered stubble. He mingled with the street hooligans and absorbed and nurtured their offspring, while Die mingled with the upper class and came into contact with people of higher status. The two of them had a clear division of labor, all in order to one day continue what they had unfinished.
"Yes, you are right. We have the advantage this time. The opportunity has really come."
"Oh? What chance?"
"The demon sword Zhiwan appeared."
"What?" Qing Yangping sat up from his chair in surprise.
The Yaodao Seimaru means too much to the Higashi Ninjas. Originally, both parties had agreed to send ten people each. They went in first, and there were indeed eleven people...
"Demon Sword! How did you know?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Even if you ask me, I won't tell you. This is a secret."
"How credible is the news?"
"I can only say that the news came from that company. Also, the people from the Ishikawa family of the Yulong Society have arrived in Fengtian. I have arranged people to keep an eye on them. You can send out your guys this time. We must get the Demon Sword Pill. We want revenge." The old woman actually said the word revenge. She was really flattering herself.
"If you want revenge with just a magic sword, then all the efforts we have made in infiltration and lurking over the years will be wasted, right?" Although Qing Yangping is a boiling sheep, things are different now. His hometown may not be able to defeat this big country now. Even back then, it only gained the upper hand by taking advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
"The Demon Sword Pill is a sacred object. I have trained a new demon. Someone will escort the new generation of demons here soon. Then, we can put an end to this suffering."
"Okay, Xiaodie, even though the Demon Sword Pill is powerful, will they let us take it back easily?"
The old woman did not answer his question, but snorted and said, "Humph, Yang Ping, have you become timid because you have lived too comfortably here for these years?"