Now that he had a job, Xu Qing was too lazy to chew on these smelly egg tubes. He stuffed all the things into the bag, picked them up and went straight into the bedroom. Before entering the door, he said: "You can just let go."
Eat, just don’t let anyone disturb me." After saying that, he slammed the door.
Daleng was not picky. He was too busy drinking and eating meat. As for what was going on in the room, he didn't bother to pay attention to it. He just wanted to be his follower.
Two hours later, the bedroom door was still closed. Daleng destroyed most of the kebabs on the plate. Even the half-cooked eggs were sent back and rebaked. Now they are cold again.
Another hour later, the sky was getting dark, and there was no sound at the door. Even when Ashig Khan sent someone to invite them to a banquet, Daleng turned him away with excuses. In the past, this was a great honor.
, but now he turned it down without hesitation for the sake of Xu Qing in the room.
An hour passed quickly, and the silent bedroom door quietly opened, and a burly middle-aged man walked out, with a cigarette in his mouth. The burning cigarette butt flickered on and off. He leaned back and leaned on it.
Daleng looked at the door frame with a smile, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the man calmly, "Hey, isn't this a Chahara Wushu? When did this guy run into the room?"
No, how could Chahala Wushu smoke this kind of cigarette? Isn’t this a Chinese cigarette that I bought from a foreign cigarette shop with a golden coupon? Daleng looked at the man smoking at the door in shock, as if he was in a state of enlightenment.
He woke up suddenly, pointed at the other person and said: "Are you Xu Qing? Oh my god, this is so amazing."
Xu Qing, who was disguised as Chahara Wushu, took the cigarette away from his mouth with his fingers, and then slowly took off a thin mask from his face. He had just made a total of three masks after tinkering in the room for several hours.
Although the mask is not perfect, it would be difficult for ordinary people to find flaws if they don’t look carefully. One night should be enough.
Xu Qing took out a wooden stake carved into a human head from behind and put the mask on it. This thing still needs to be shaped and dried, and it will become smoother when used later.
"How's it going? Is this thing okay?" Xu Qing looked at Daleng with a smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it away. It seemed that the guy hadn't recovered from the shock and even lost the cigarette in his face.
Shangya catches it with his hands
Daleng suddenly stood up from the carpet with a cry, rushed to Xu Qing, and reached out to touch the wooden stake. He wanted to confirm what this thing was made of.
The wooden stake on Xu Qing's hand dodged his outstretched paw, and whispered: "Don't touch it, this thing has just been made, and it can't withstand a few twists and turns."
The main material for making human skin masks is leather glue. This thing is soft and squishy when it is not shaped. It will be easily damaged if you handle it with a little more force. It will not take enough time to make it again.
Daleng touched the air with one hand, and could only grab it twice in the air in disappointment, as if he had caught something, and whispered in his mouth: "This thing is really amazing, Xu Qing, you used to be a Sagittarius
Is it full? No, it should be an Eastern magician..."
Xu Qing laughed and said: "Oh no, this is a kind of mask. It is made of the sheepskin and leather glue you brought just now. There will be one for you to use later."
Daleng was surprised and said: "Give it to me? You don't want to go..." Xu Qing stopped him halfway by waving his finger: "Shhh, we'll talk about it later."
After speaking, his eyes glanced around the hall, and finally settled on the rosewood coffee table. Xu Qing made a silent gesture, walked slowly to the coffee table, bent down and reached out to pick out a piece of wood that looked like a lump from the edge of the coffee table.
He took out a listening device from his gadget, spread it out in the palm of his hand and gave Daleng a look. He tightened his fingers and crushed the gadget into a pile of rubbish.
The palms of his hands fell, and the crushed bugs fell on the carpet one after another. Xu Qing clapped his hands and said: "Okay, you can talk now."
Daleng frowned at the pile of rubbish and whispered: "Who pretended this? I didn't expect such a thing to exist in the Khan's palace."
Xu Qing smiled and said: "Don't care who pretended it, it's all broken now. You'll go to bed early later. I haven't been out since I stayed here. Many people have seen it, right."
Daleng didn't turn around for a while. What does this mean? Did he tell me to go back to the room to sleep? So he nodded happily and said: "Okay, I will go back to the room to sleep right away. If you can't sleep, it's a big deal."
Two shots, several thousand sheep”
Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said, "I'll slap you in the face. I'll tell you to stay here honestly and create the illusion that I didn't go out. Then I'll go..." Halfway through, he stretched out two fingers and pinched them.
I made a move of picking my purse.
Daleng probably understood what he meant, and said thoughtfully: "Do you want to escape from the golden cicada?"
As soon as these words came out, it was Xu Qing's turn to be surprised. He stretched out his hand and patted Daleng on the shoulder: "Good boy, I really have you, even the golden cicada knows how to escape from its shell."
Daleng scratched the back of his head and said: "I used to watch Peking Opera from China, but the most enjoyable thing is the DVDs from the island country. In Ulaanbaatar, one costs 600 tugrims. It's very nice."
Xu Qing immediately understood that this guy was talking about an ethics film about little devils. This guy actually compared the naked flesh rolling around with our Chinese Peking Opera. This is really a bastard.
"Come on, Shao Momo, come in with me and put on makeup." Xu Qing rolled his eyes, grabbed Daleng's shoulders without any explanation, and dragged him directly into the bedroom.
About one kilometer east of the Khan's palace, there is a European castle-style villa, surrounded by three-meter-high walls. There are no other buildings around here. The large villa looks lonely, which makes people feel...
Indescribable feeling of depression
From time to time, you can see bits of yellow-green light flickering inside the wall, and black shadows running along the green grass beside the wall. If an unknown person is found entering the villa, they will immediately and quietly surround them. This is all
There are nine purebred mastiff dogs in total. Every night the owner of the villa will let them out to roam freely. The purpose is self-evident, to ensure safety.
The residents in the royal city were originally allowed to stay open at night and not pick up lost items, because most of the residents here had the same surname. At least they all belonged to the same tribe. The public security situation in the city was very good. In comparison, this castle-style villa seemed a bit out of place.
, and the owner of this castle is none other than Chahala Wushu, the person most likely to become King Khan in two days
It was already late at night, and there was silence all around the villa. A figure was leaping silently from a distance, like a ghost in the dark night.