As they talked, the two came to a place near the bartender. Dao Bian summoned the waiter familiarly and ordered two glasses of strong wine that he called a man's dream.
Picking up the light yellow Men's Dream, Zhuo Yun hesitated for a while, and then took a sip. A spicy feeling poured into his mouth, but soon the spicy feeling completely dissipated and was replaced by
It has a faint weird smell.
"This is what you call a man's dream. It tastes a bit like urine!" Zhuo Yun put down the wine glass in disgust. He had seen this glass of wine just now, and it looked like the urine of a man who was angry. Now drink it.
After taking a sip, it looks a bit like it.
He was holding the wine glass, posing with a sharp blade that looked like it had gone through the ages. When he heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of wine. He rolled his eyes at Zhuo Yun, shook his head, and continued to pose there.
The two of them sat there and soon attracted several wild bees and butterflies. What broke Dao Feng's heart was that these wild bees and butterflies all came towards Zhuo Yun, ogling and puffing out their chests.
Shaking her hips attracted Zhuo Yun's attention.
If it were Zhuo Yun in the past, he might have lacked concentration and couldn't help but feel ripples in his heart. Now that he has seen a lot, he really doesn't have any desires for a woman like this who knows how many men have ridden him. He just wants to
You'll feel nauseous all of a sudden.
When these women discovered that Zhuo Yun ignored them, they turned to Dao Feng helplessly and dissatisfied. This made Dao Feng want to cry. Before, he boasted that he would give Zhuo Yun a few, but now the situation is just the opposite.
"Hey, if I had known I would have approached that guy Tashi Duoji. How proud of me." Dao Feng's face was full of pride, and he secretly regretted that he should not have approached Zhuo Yun, a pretty boy.
After the last hair removal and marrow cleansing by the mysterious beads, Zhuo Yun's skin is getting better and better. It can be said that it is as tender as tofu, making women jealous and jealous when they see it. In addition, the skin is slightly thinned due to the cultivation of turtle breath.
A person with a mysterious and tough temperament is indeed more popular with girls than a person with a pale face that looks like an overindulged knife.
Just when Zhuo Yun was annoyed by the wild bees and butterflies around him, two figures in the distance suddenly attracted his attention.
There is nothing special about their appearance, but the clothes they wear are completely different from those of everyone present. They are both wearing kendo clothes, and both of them have samurai swords hanging on their waists, which makes them look particularly unusual.
On the way to the plane, Zhuo Yun and others like Dao Feng also learned about the situation of Japan. People dressed like this, with a samurai sword hanging on their waist in broad daylight, are generally people from major kendo schools.
Unlike China, in Japan people from all major kendo schools could carry katana swords around freely.
I glanced at the Japanese characters embroidered on the chests of the two men's clothes. It felt very familiar. I thought about it carefully and finally figured it out.
"Could they be members of the Feitian Sword Style?" Zhuo Yun was slightly shocked. When Zhuo Yun was looking at information on several major kendo schools, he saw that the Japanese characters of the names of the Feiten Sword Style were exactly the same as those embroidered on the chests of these two men.
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Glancing at the blade that was fighting two Japanese ladies with scantily clad clothes and bulging chests, Zhuo Yun raised his foot and kicked him under the table, giving him a look.
After all, Daofeng was an old man, so he quickly realized it and glanced in the direction indicated by Zhuo Yun, his eyes brightening slightly.
Although he was very reluctant to give up, the blade could only disperse the two Japanese ladies around him, and the two of them walked to a seat behind the two Feiten Yuken-ryu disciples.
"Daofeng, do you understand the Japanese language?" Zhuo Yun asked in a low voice after sitting down.
"Hehe, don't worry about this. I worked hard to watch authentic Japanese movies." Daofeng smiled proudly, but his smile seemed so vulgar to Zhuo Yun.
Two Feiten Yuken-ryu disciples were chatting and chattering while drinking. Soon, two plump Japanese ladies came over. They hugged each other and drank happily.
After talking for nearly half an hour, the two of them hugged each other and walked drunkenly towards the second floor of the bar.
"Blade, what did the two of them say?" Zhuo Yun asked doubtfully after glancing at the two people who were wandering away.
An unserious blade showed a rare look of solemnity: "They were drunk just now. During the conversation, they said that they had found the whereabouts of Can Bao and the others, and the large army was already heading towards the mountain forest where Can Bao was located."
"Did they tell you the specific location of Can Bao and others?" Zhuo Yun asked quickly with a slightly changed expression.
"No, they just said that someone seemed to have informed them, but they did not mention the specific location." Daofeng shook his head, a pair of slender eyes flashing with a cold light.
Looking at the sharp gaze of Dao Feng, Zhuo Yun understood clearly.
The two of them got up and walked quickly towards the second floor. When they followed the stairs to the second floor, they happened to see the two Feiten Yuken-ryu disciples walking into a room with their arms around the two Japanese women with hot figures.
The two of them waited at the corner for a while, and then walked towards the room where the two flying swordsmen had just entered.
What Zhuo Yun didn't expect was that Dao Feng was actually an expert at picking locks. He took out a pin from his pocket and opened the door in a few seconds. The whole process was so smooth that Zhuo Yun secretly wondered if this guy was joining.
Before joining the fifth unit, could he have been a thief?
As soon as the door was opened, there was a fierce moaning sound inside. In just a moment, the two Feitian sword-style disciples inside were already fighting naked with the two Japanese women.
If it weren't for the fear of attracting other people's attention, Zhuo Yun would actually watch the live performance for a while, but he didn't have the time or mood at the moment.
The moment they opened the door, the two of them looked at each other, each looking for someone. Before the two drunken Feiten Yuken-ryu men could react, they were the only two who were subdued to the ground. As for the two sexy Japanese women
, was knocked unconscious by two people reaching out.
The next scene was a bit restrictive. Blade used various cruel tortures to interrogate two disciples of the Feitian Yuken style. After torture, the two were exhausted more than they took in, and finally got the information they wanted.
"How to deal with these two guys?" Zhuo Yun asked after glancing at the Feitian Yujian style disciple who was lying on the ground with his naked body covered with scars.
"It's very simple, kill and silence!"
As he spoke, two sharp daggers magically appeared in the blade's hands, slicing across the necks of the two Feitian Yuken-ryu disciples, and blood seeped out along the edges of the knives.
Zhuo Yun couldn't help but feel slightly shocked when he saw Blade killing two Feitian Yujian style disciples with an expressionless face. Only then did he realize that his original understanding of Blade was very one-sided. This guy was definitely a ruthless guy.
(Thanks to Feng Liudi for the reward of 100 starting coins!)
