Yang Haoran squinted his eyes and looked towards the surface of the big lake.
To be honest, Yang Haoran was still very interested in the Dragon King whom he had never met before.
Within the range of vision, no one was seen.
But a distant voice came clearly.
The sound seemed to condense into a thin line, reaching directly to everyone's eardrums.
"I understand, the guests are staying, you can go back."
Jiao Junhui didn't feel any surprise and said yes to the lake.
Then he turned around and left, but paused in front of Yang Haoran.
"Mr. Yang, if there is a chance, I would like to discuss with you!"
Jiao Junhui's eyes were full of fire, and he would not feel at ease unless he had a real fight with Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran didn't have that idea. Why fight and kill when we can live in peace?
Isn’t that just a case of having nothing to do when you’re full?
But looking at Jiao Junhui's eyes that refused to give up, Yang Haoran could only reluctantly nod.
"If I have the chance, I will teach you your clever tricks."
Jiao Junhui then cheered up and nodded: "Then I, Jiao Junhui, will wait for Mr. Yang's return!"
Yang Haoran laughed, but there was a feeling of disgust in his heart.
Being brave and fighting fiercely is what a common man does, and a gentleman is better off using his words but not using his hands.
Fortunately, Jiao Junhui didn't bother him, he just said hello and ran away like the wind.
Li Weiwei looked at it and couldn't help but click her tongue: "It's so fast, faster than a car."
Yang Haoran hummed: "Yes, with such a fast speed and the strength of an ox, it would be a pity not to plow the fields!"
Li Weiwei looked at Yang Haoran speechlessly. This guy really thought about something different from others.
Yang Haoran has looked towards the lake again, but still can't see anyone.
I can't help but be slightly surprised, do people of certain statuses like to put on airs and show off?
There was a burst of curse in my heart, and I was about to shout something towards the lake.
The voice from before came again.
"Since we are guests, we should entertain them. Why not go to my Wolong Villa to get together."
Yang Haoran was slightly startled. There is Wolong Villa in this place? How does it sound like a resort?
Thinking in his mind, Yang Haoran shouted towards the lake.
"If you, the master, don't come, we can't go either. How do I know what Wolong Villa is?"
"Haha, is there anyone in this place who doesn't know about that black face?
Just ask him to bring you here, I still have some urgent matters to deal with, so I won’t greet you personally."
Yang Haoran frowned slightly and looked at Erhei who looked unhappy.
"I forgot, this is your territory.
They are too arrogant, so it seems we can only let you take us there."
Erhei looked disgusted and spat at his feet.
"The bullshit airs are too big, that guy can't possibly do anything serious!"
Judging from Erhei's posture, he was about to make a grand speech.
Meng Qianfeng's voice sounded again.
"Heizi, please think carefully before you speak. Do you really think you can escape if I don't let you go?"
Erhei immediately shut up and looked resentful.
"Forget it, I'll take you there."
Li Weiwei smiled slightly: "This place is not bad. Is there a resort?"
Erhei looked surprised: "Who told you there was a resort?"
Yang Haoran smiled and took over the conversation.
“Isn’t the Wolong Villa we are going to a resort?
I didn’t expect these Dragon Blood Army to look quite rude, but they didn’t forget to enjoy themselves.”
Erhei looked like he was vomiting and feeling sick.
"Stop talking, it's not too late to comment after you see the real thing.
There is a bullshit resort that Meng Qianfeng built a few shabby thatched cottages and randomly named it.
Apart from him and me, no one in this place has heard of Wolong Villa."
Li Weiwei looked surprised: "No way? Are you deliberately slandering me?"
Yang Haoran chuckled: "I think it's possible, after all, Erhei doesn't like this place very much."
Erhei snorted: "Just wait and see, I believe you will be eye-opening."
Under the leadership of Erhei, the three people headed towards the Dragon-shaped Mountains along a mountain road.
And at the position where the big lake extended to the foot of the mountain, a thin, red-faced old man was staring motionlessly into the grass.
The red-faced old man is none other than Meng Qianfeng. This name is extremely inconsistent with his body shape.
At this time, Meng Qianfeng held a handful of grass branches in his hand, and carefully peeled off the outer skin, leaving only a grass stem as short as a finger.
A black shadow flashed across the grass, and a grass branch in Meng Qianfeng's hand also flew out at the same time.
The weak grass branches actually made a sound of breaking through the air, and swished into the black shadow.
Then it fell into the grass with a bang.
Meng Qianfeng laughed and jumped up and down like a child, and kept clapping his hands.
"If you want to run away, there's no way.
Let you run away, what will I eat today?"
If he were seen by others, no one would believe that this person turned out to be the Dragon King of the Dragon Blood Army.
The man who can shock the world.
Even the Dragon Blood Army soldiers would not believe the scene in front of them.
Is this person really their unsmiling and serious-looking Dragon King?
Meng Qianfeng danced and rummaged through the grass, and soon burst into laughter.
He was holding something like a four-legged snake in his hand, and his head had been penetrated by a grass branch, making him completely dead.
The four-legged snake's body is as long as its tail, and its body is red. Its body is as long as Meng Qianfeng's hand.
There was a bulging cloth bag hanging on Meng Qianfeng's waist, and the four-legged snake was thrown into it casually.
At this moment, his bag contained about a dozen four-legged snakes of the same size.
Meng Qianfeng danced happily and took off the wine gourd on his right waist.
After opening the lid, a pungent aroma of wine came out.
Meng Qianfeng took a deep breath of enjoyment and took a sip of wine.
But as soon as it touched my lips, I was reluctant to put it down.
"It only produces one pot a year, so drinking it is too wasteful.
Good wine must be paired with good food. When I catch enough dragon lizards and roast them on the fire until they are burnt red and oily, that will be the delicacy of the world!"
As he spoke, Meng Qianfeng had drool flowing down his mouth.
Meng Qianfeng reluctantly closed the lid of the wine gourd and smashed his mouth.
Then, Meng Qianfeng changed his position again, motionless as before, and continued to guard his next target.
Yang Haoran and the others on the other side followed Erhei up the winding mountain road.
After walking for more than an hour, Erhei finally pointed to a mountain peak not far away.
"Hey, do you see that mountain peak in front of you?
It’s almost here.”
Li Weiwei wiped the sweat from her forehead and frowned slightly.
"Why did you choose such a remote place?"
Erhei chuckled: "There are many things you can't think of."