The plane officially took off from Jiangzhou and headed to Tokyo, the capital of Dadong!
According to the information, Zhao Zhengxi and the four people from Hades Hall were last seen at the Tokyo International Convention Center.
It's very boring to fly alone. There's no one to talk to. Ye Qiu was so bored that he took out his sunglasses and put them on. Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed.
With a radius of ten meters, you can see everything at a glance.
Soon, Ye Qiu frowned.
The surrounding scene is really a bit...
Unsightly!
For example, a wretched little fat man in the front row was secretly watching a Dadong special movie. The protagonist was Mr. Bodo, who is very familiar to Chinese people.
On the other side, there was a young couple sitting. The two were cuddling together, and the man quietly put his hand into the girl's clothes.
There was also a middle-aged uncle who picked at the soles of his feet with his hands, and then put his hands into his mouth to pick his teeth...
nausea!
Ye Qiu quickly looked away and cast his gaze on the stewardess.
Because this is an international flight, the quality of the flight attendants is relatively high. Not only are they beautiful and in good shape, they also wear cheongsam and have exquisite makeup, which is pleasing to the eye.
Ye Qiu's mood finally improved a little.
Next, he saw some colorful things in his sight.
"Damn, these stewardesses not only look good on the outside, but also look good on the inside. They are hollow, leopard print, lace..."
It can be described as a visual feast.
"Does it look good?" Suddenly, a gentle voice came into my ears.
"It looks good." Ye Qiu nodded, then was surprised: "Who is talking to me?
"Me." The gentle voice sounded again.
Ye Qiu recognized it as Diao Chan's voice, and couldn't help asking: "I didn't press the switch, how could you speak to me?"
Diao Chan said: "I designed the voice function and positioning system in these glasses. I can contact you at any time. Not only that, the pictures you see will also be presented on my computer."
Depend on!
Ye Qiu was extremely embarrassed. Fortunately, Diao Chan was not in front of him, otherwise, he would have had to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
"You haven't answered me yet, don't you think?" Diao Chan's gentle voice was a bit playful. It was obvious that she was deliberately teasing Ye Qiu.
You kid, you're actually teasing me, just to see if I won't take care of you.
"Diao Chan, it's so late and you're still at work. Are you sleepy?" Ye Qiu asked with concern.
"What do you want to say?" Diao Chan asked.
"I'll tell you a story to help you out." Ye Qiu told the story directly, regardless of whether Diao Chan wanted to hear it or not.
"By the way, there is a beautiful writer who wrote a manuscript and asked the editor to review it."
"The editor looked at the beautiful writer and smiled and said: The upper part is relatively plump, with two prominent points. Unfortunately, the lower part is a little hairy and has a loophole, which is too wet."
"The beauty writer then asked: What should we do?"
"The editor smiled and replied: We will talk about it later!"
After Ye Qiu finished telling his story, he didn't hear any response.
"Diao Chan, are you still there?" Ye Qiu asked.
"I'm here." Diao Chan's gentle voice sounded.
"Then why don't you speak?"
"I'm listening to your story. Do you have anything else to say? Continue."
this……
Ye Qiu was a little confused.
He originally wanted to use this little story to make Diao Chan retreat and cut off the voice.
Who knew that Diao Chan would not follow common sense.
"Then let me tell you another story." Ye Qiu said: "Ice cream and the refrigerator are a couple. One day they broke up. The ice cream regretted it on the way out. She found that she had lost a lot of water, so she went back to find the refrigerator."
"What do you think the refrigerator's attitude is?"
"The refrigerator opened the door slowly and said: Come on, freeze it yourself."
As soon as Ye Qiu finished speaking, Diao Chan's voice came over and said, "I happened to write a poem and read it to you. Please help evaluate it and see how it went."
Can Diao Chan write poetry?
Ye Qiu couldn't help but think of Changmeizhenren. This old man also liked to write poems, but he only wrote limericks, and his level was not very good.
"Diao Chan's poetry writing level should be higher than that of Changmei Zhenren, right?" Ye Qiu thought to himself.
At this time, Diao Chan began to read poems.
"There is a ditch three feet above the ground. There is no water flowing under the sun or the moon. No cattle or sheep come to graze. Only monks come to wash their hair."
After Ye Qiu heard this, he was completely stunned.
He thought his speed was fast enough, but compared with Diao Chan, it was nothing.
"How is my poem going? Does your silence mean that the poem is not well written? It doesn't matter, I wrote another poem and I will read it to you..."
"Diao Chan, I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I'll hang up now."
Ye Qiu quickly put away the sunglasses.
terrible!
This girl was driving so fast that the steering wheel flew off.
"Hey, it's interesting that the number one hacker in the Palace of Hades is so dirty." Ye Qiu laughed.
Three o'clock in the morning.
The plane lands at Tokyo International Airport.
The moment Ye Qiu got off the plane, he suddenly thought of a terrible thing. He couldn't speak Dadong dialect.
What to do?
Ye Qiu was anxious.
After coming out of the airport exit, Ye Qiu was about to contact Diao Chan, but at this moment, he suddenly saw a man in a suit holding a sign with the word "Ye Qiu" written on it.
Um?
Pick me up?
Ye Qiu was a little unsure, so he walked up to the man in the suit and asked, "Are you here to pick up Ye Qiu?"
The man in the suit looked at Ye Qiu carefully for a while, and then asked in fluent Chinese: "Who are you?"
"I am Ye Qiu." Ye Qiu said.
"Are you from Jiangzhou?" the man in suit asked.
"Yes."
A smile immediately appeared on the man in the suit's face, and he said respectfully: "Hello, Mr. Ye, I have been ordered by Nine Thousand Years to pick you up here."
"Are you nine thousand years old?" Ye Qiu asked.
The man in suit nodded: "Yes."
"Is there any evidence of your identity?"
Ye Qiu would not trust a stranger easily, not to mention that he was still on Dadong's territory, so he had to be careful in everything.
"Nine thousand years old said that he will contact you." As soon as the man in the suit finished speaking, Ye Qiu received a text message from Cao Yuan.
The man in a suit in front of me is named Xiaoquan, and he was indeed arranged by Cao Yuan.
Xiaoquan said: "Nine thousand years old said that I would be at Mr. Ye's disposal. If you have anything to do, just ask me to do it."
"Tokyo International Convention Center, do you know?" Ye Qiu asked.
Xiaoquan nodded: "I know."
"Send me there and find a hotel for me to stay in."
"OK."
An hour and a half later, Ye Qiu arrived near the Tokyo International Convention Center. Xiaoquan found a high-end hotel and arranged for Ye Qiu to stay.
"Mr. Ye, it's getting late. You have a good rest. I'll come back during the day," Xiaoquan said.
"Okay, you go back first!"
After Xiao Quan left, Ye Qiu took action and sneaked directly into the Tokyo International Convention Center.
