A gust of cold wind blew past, and Huang Pulan spun half a circle on her heels on the ground at the moment the wind sounded. She saw the guy behind her who was talking in a dark way, a skinny old man wearing a black robe, with wrinkles on his face.
The folds of his skin were as dry as dehydrated orange peels, and his dull, dull eyes seemed to take a lot of effort to open. At first glance, he could only see two narrow slits flashing red light.
The old man in black robe tilted his head, as if his thin neck could no longer bear the weight of his small head. If he didn't move a few times, it would snap at any time. The two lines of red light in his eyes were always facing the direction where Huang Pulan was standing.
This old man has an Emei thorn on each wrist. He is not a vampire, but an ancient warrior.
Huang Pulan looked at the old man in black robe expressionlessly, her lips moved twice quickly, and she poured the words directly into the old man's ears using the skill of transmitting secret sounds: "The Chinese Martial Spirit is on a mission, please don't make any mistakes."
While speaking, he raised his sleeves and pointed a button on the cuff at the old man in black robe.
A simple and clear sentence, which contained a strong warning. The old man in black robe's eyes flashed red. After learning the identity of the other party, he began to hesitate. He secretly blamed Bloody Mary several times in his heart. Damn it.
The ghost mother just hugged the old bat and hung out without bothering to find out the other person's background. She was a bastard...
The old man in black robe is an ancient warrior invited by the Skull and Bones Society at a great cost. He is also an American overseas Chinese who has lived abroad for a long time. He is known as the red-eyed cold thorn. Although he was born with a pair of red eyes, he is not a vampire. He is a subordinate of the ghost mother of the Skull and Bones Society.
One of the three aces, a true peak warrior of the Earth Realm, and also the person in charge of the Skull and Bones Society's cooperative research base in Ancient Ming Moth.
The ancient warriors are not saints. They also want something. The Skull and Bones Society is an organization that can secretly control the political situation. It is not difficult to seduce the ancient warriors with the bargaining chips it can provide. Who would have thought that the three trump cards of the ghost mother of the Skull and Bones Society are
Are they all ancient warriors?
The old man in black robe couldn't actually see Huang Pulan, but he could tell the opponent's location from the changes in the color of the soil on the ground. What troubled him most now was the identity of the opponent. He couldn't afford to offend the Chinese martial spirit. He was once attacked by someone.
A martial arts master has cut it twice, and I still feel frightened when I think about it.
"How is the Sword Master in white?" The old man in black robe held Emei's sword in his hand and reached for Huang Pulan's footing. He tentatively asked in Chinese. He thought that back then he was defeated twice in a row by Jun Mogui, the sword sage in white. He said
It seems that this old life is still leaked through someone's fingers. If the other person is really a Chinese martial arts person, he still wants to live a few more years.
Huang Pulan smiled indifferently, and said directly into the ear of the old man in black robe through voice transmission: "Mr. Jun is in charge of Heavenly Prison. In my opinion, there is no need to bother him with such trivial matters. What do you think? Mr. Cha Liuhe."
The black-robed old man trembled twice, and checked Liuhe. This was the name he used when he was in China. Even the ghost mother of the Skull and Bones Society didn't know it. Being able to call it out was tantamount to proving his identity again. Thinking of this,
He was completely panicked. He raised his hand and pointed at the three vampires holding the cage opposite him and shouted: "You idiots haven't sent the Ancient Ming Moth back yet. If anything goes wrong, I'll tear off your heads."
The three vampires holding the cage looked at each other inexplicably. The blond vampire with amputated finger took two steps forward, squeezing the wound on his hand, and mustered up the courage to say: "Mr. Smith, we received the order from Prince Kane to bring the Ancient Ming Moth."
To eliminate the intruders, you..."
The old man in black robe had a sharp look, and he rushed in front of the blond vampire, raised his hand and slapped him twice, bang! The blond vampire was whipped around in a circle, and there were clear palm prints on both cheeks.
,.
"Idiot, what is a little vampire prince? Go back to me." Zha Liuhe usually has a bad temper. Even Lucifer has to respect him when he makes threats. How can the three vampires dare to say more?
, hugging the cage, rolling and crawling back to the bungalow.
Huang Pulan secretly breathed a long sigh of relief. Just now, she used a video transmission device to transmit the appearance of the old man in black robe back to the base. Only then did she get detailed information about him. This earth realm warrior named Zha Liuhe became famous that year.
The character with the No. 1 knock was said to have suffered a lot at the hands of Mr. Jun decades ago before escaping to a foreign country. She suddenly had the idea to use Mr. Jun's banner to make her powerful, but she didn't expect the effect to be quite good.
When the old man in black robe saw the three vampires leaving, he put the Emei thorn into his sleeve with his backhand, gave Huang Pulan a hand and said: "Friends of the Chinese martial arts spirit, Zha Liuhe, although he is in a foreign country, his heart belongs to China, what are you going to do, Zha?
I won’t stop you, please do as you please.”
Huang Pulan's eyes flashed and he said in a low voice: "Thank you, Mr. Cha, from today on you are a friend of the Chinese Martial Arts. There is no need to mention the old things in the past. If you want to come back, you are always welcome."
When Zha Liuhe heard this, Songpao's eyes flashed red, and he said in a trembling voice: "Are you serious? Can I still go back?" After saying a few words, his tone suddenly dropped, and he waved his hand and said: "You know, I was
You have made a big mistake. How capable is a young girl like you? Let’s go and we will get back together.”
Huang Pulan has already learned from the information passed on the foolish things this Liuhe Emei assassin did back then. In a moment of anger, he accidentally injured an ancient warrior during a martial arts competition and almost killed the ancient warrior.
As a result, Mr. Jun gave him a hard lesson twice, and Gu Nian was not a bad person before he spared his life. Unexpectedly, he thought that he had killed the person who was accidentally injured by mistake, so he fled to a foreign country due to guilt. Speaking of the fate of the person back then,
The older ancient warrior is still an acquaintance, his name is Wang Tiangang.
"Mr. Cha, I am definitely capable of letting you go back, but you have to help me complete this mission. This condition is not excessive!" Huang Pulan blinked and quickly contacted the base while the other party was frowning and thinking.
A few sentences.
Zha Liuhe frowned and said nothing, with a complicated look flashing in his eyes. Over the years, he had been thinking about the fallen leaves returning to their roots, but the guilt in his heart was as painful as a poisonous snake eating his heart. Now that the opportunity was in front of him, he hesitated again.
About five minutes later, a small silver mobile phone floated in front of Zha Liuhe, and a confused voice came from the flashlight: "Liuhe, I am Jun Mogui. Don't worry about the past. I hope you can help me."
Lan Yatou is here to help, and I’ll invite you to drink tea and enjoy the flowers when you return!”
When Zha Liuhe heard this voice, all the doubts in his heart suddenly disappeared. Songpao's eyes welled up with tears, and he said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Jun has something to say, how dare Liuhe disobey me..." Halfway through the words, the old man's face was already crawling.
It was full of tears, and even my voice became choked with sobs.
[Author's digression]: Along the way, Xinghui rarely said anything. The Spring Festival is approaching, so I would like to wish all the readers who have supported Xinghui for a long time a happy new year and say a few words.
To be honest, Xinghui has written many types of novels in the past, such as fairy tales, science fiction, fantasy, and urban. He can say a few words about various themes. To put it bluntly, he is a storyteller. He writes a short story every day to entertain himself and others.
, sometimes I am too ridiculous, and I hope you can forgive me. I am also a common person who carries my head on two shoulders. I am a fat man who stays up until midnight every day. I persist just because I don’t want to give up. I am so numb that I really don’t want to let you go. No.
Give up this life of telling stories and having people listen to you!