Chapter 214 Lying in the trough? Lying in the trough!
Standing on the high tower, Wang Jun looked into the distance and said nothing for a long time.
Beside him, a shadow turned into reality. It was Li Xuanchen who came and said with a smile:
"Ajun, everything is ready. Isn't the traitor hiding like a turtle and not taking action?"
Wang Jun glanced sideways at him and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"If you can't seize this opportunity and don't dare to create chaos, how can you be considered a traitor?"
"Yes," Li Xuanchen grinned and geared up, "Don't let me down."
Wang Jun shook his head incomprehensibly and changed the subject: "Have there been any changes in the people you have been staring at in the past two days?"
"It's okay. They all look pretty normal. Anyway, I don't think any of them look like traitors."
Li Xuanchen shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"The real traitor should be hiding with Sister Xiao. Didn't you already guess that the motherboard is Zhu Wuyi?"
Wang Jun was quite surprised and looked at Li Xuanchen sideways, "It's rare that you can actually use your brain."
Li Xuanchen raised his head and raised his eyebrows, slapping his chest continuously, "As long as I am willing to use my brain, I am not stupid after all, hahahaha, I guessed it right the first time. I asked why that bitch always has trouble with me, absolutely awesome
it's him!"
Patting Li Xuanchen's shoulder, Wang Jun shook his head, "It may not be him. The flaws he exposed are too trivial. We must not draw any conclusions now. Maybe he has been misled, but there is someone else behind it?"
"Whatever, as long as the traitor does something, he will be exposed immediately." Li Xuanchen waved his arms, with a relaxed look on his face, "Just wait for us to go fight, but I still don't understand, if we all leave, the traitor will quietly turn back.
, who else can check and balance?”
"Xiao Lizi, are you afraid that you have forgotten our old brothers?"
A teasing voice came.
"Who?!" Li Xuanchen's body turned into a black shadow, looking back and forth in all directions.
"Don't be nervous, we are one of our own." Wang Jun smiled.
Li Xuanchen's face was full of doubts, but he saw a figure leaping into the air, stepping on the air with his leather shoes, and then landed firmly on the top of the tower.
"Ah... it's you, Lao Hai?! Has your strength recovered?"
Hai Mingsheng wore a gentleman's hat, a light gray vest and a white shirt, and his trousers were pressed straight without any unnecessary wrinkles.
The pair of leather shoes made of genuine crocodile leather are even more gentlemanly, and they are so bright that they can reflect light.
Ta! Hai Mingsheng took a step forward and flicked his index finger.
Li Xuanchen felt a slight pain in his forehead and tilted his neck back. Not only was he not angry, but he felt happy.
"It's really good!? It's..."
Before he could finish organizing his query, he turned his attention to Wang Jun.
"I see, that's it. Why haven't I seen Ajun in the past two days? It turns out he is treating you."
"It's not me, it's me and my old brothers." Hai Mingsheng said with a happy face.
Wang Jun shook his head slightly, "The time is still too short, and the materials are not sufficient. I can only cure five people, which is too few."
Li Xuanchen took a breath, "Five, five?"
His eyes seemed to be hiding shadows, swaying and looking uncertain.
Hai Mingsheng gave him a slap on the head with his backhand, "What a fuss!"
"What the hell? What the hell! What the hell..."
Li Xuanchen instantly lost all the culture in his mind.
"What? Do you dislike us old men?"
A sinister voice echoed in Li Xuanchen's ears. When he turned around to look, he saw the thin old man using his hands as wings, gently flapping the air.
The old man is wearing a feather coat and a mask of some kind of bird on his face. He has a very distinctive figure, that is, he is small and very thin. His actual height may be less than 1.2 meters.
However, when Li Xuanchen saw the old man, it was as if he had seen a ghost, and he took three steps back.
"Grandpa Shrike, why are you here? Have you recovered your strength?"
"Do you think you don't want me to recover?" The old man clearly asked a question that was not very kind, but his voice was as gentle as a spring breeze.
Li Xuanchen's scalp was numb, his whole body was alert, and he took three steps back.
The heel of his back foot was mostly in the air. He swallowed his saliva and shook his head repeatedly.
"No, no, I hope you get well before it's too late."
"It's boring to say something sarcastic. What did I do to you back then? You didn't train me like a kid. It's better for you to watch me die."
The shrike continued to fan the wind with both hands, showing no intention of landing.
"Don't dare, don't dare, if you really think about it, you are also my master."
Li Xuanchen took a step forward, knelt down with his legs, bowed his head, and said, "Congratulations to Master for regaining his strength, my disciple is not even prepared for this..."
Before he could finish his words, one of his feet gently fell down. The distribution of the toes was very wrong, and the force was so strong that Li Xuanchen's skull was almost lifted up by pulling it up.
Li Xuanchen was stunned and endured the pain. He didn't move at all, didn't turn into a shadow, didn't dare to run or move.
Wang Jun stood aside, feeling very strange. This was the first time he saw Li Xuanchen, and he was afraid to the core of his being alone.
how to say?
Well-known fact: Li Xuanchen is the younger brother of Heifengxiang.
He seems to be afraid of taking three-pointers against everyone, but in fact he doesn't seem to care very much.
Even in front of Ye Zhen, he was still stupid when he should have been, and there was no possibility of repentance when he was stupid.
This feeling is very strange, just like paramecium. It seems that everyone is a natural enemy, but it seems that there are too many natural enemies.
However, when the shrike pressed the soles of his feet against his head, Li Xuanchen was in such awe that even if he peed his pants the next second, Wang Jun would not be surprised.
"Okay, okay, you old boy is someone's childhood shadow, but you still have fun like this every day, are you ashamed?"
A mature woman with a hot figure, a beautiful face, and long gray hair appeared out of thin air on the top of the tower.
At the same time, the shrike was instantly changed in space and moved 10 meters laterally.
Li Xuanchen's eyes glowed brightly, "Aunt Miaokong, congratulations on your recovery of strength!"
With that said, he bowed his head again, but this time he was willing, and the sound of his head hitting the floor was quite loud.
"Little Plum is really good. When he grows up, he has not forgotten his roots. He knows how to follow etiquette. He is a good boy. Sir, don't bully him without shame or impatience in the future."
The mature woman nodded slightly and raised her hand slightly.
Li Xuanchen was instantly moved to the side, gently put down his legs and stood on the ground.
"Miaokong, you always pampered him and protected him, otherwise how could he be like this bunch of trash now?" Shrike flapped his hands and flew back, his face full of displeasure.
"He calls me aunt, so I can watch you bully him?" Miao Kong rolled her eyes and stepped out lightly on her 12cm high heels, "What, you don't want us to do it together?"
Shrike snorted coldly, "I swore I would never hit you in this life, so how can I fight you?"
Miaokong is a well-established beauty, but her face shows no age at all. She has the cuteness of a 20-year-old, the charm of a 30-year-old, and the dignity of a 40-year-old, but there is a hint of sadness in her lavender eyes, as if
It hides a century of vicissitudes.
She pursed her lips and raised her slender eyebrows slightly, "If you're a coward, don't say anything. I haven't thanked Brother Wang Jun properly yet."