After listening to the store's translation, Wang Xian looked strange and said, "I don't understand. Don't you Mongolians like to hold hands and talk to your friends?"
"But you are not my friend..."
"Hey, this is so disrespectful to us adults," Shuai Hui said angrily.
"That's right, that's right, we adults treat you as a friend, that's a compliment to you," the guards also cheered.
"Okay, shut up," Wang Xian scolded with a smile, and said to the young man, "It doesn't matter if you're not familiar with it. You'll be familiar with it the first time, but you'll be familiar with it the second time. Let's hold hands and we'll get to know each other faster." Then he pinched the young man's Rouruo.
The boneless little hands felt extremely soft and tender, just like Sister Lin's little hands. I couldn't help but smile and said: "Little brother, are all your Mongolian hands as tender as yours?"
"No..." The young man was held and squeezed by his evil hands. He was ashamed and angry, but he didn't dare to explode. He felt like he was going to explode. He finally couldn't restrain his anger and said: "I've said it.
I've also held my hand, please let me go." After saying that, he wanted to get up.
"Why, little brother looks down on me, I'm going to get mad." Wang Xian glared: "Sit down and talk slowly."
After understanding what he said, the junior bit his lower lip tightly, as if fighting the anger in his heart, but in the end he sat down obediently, put on a smile and said, "Okay."
Seeing him smile, Wang Xian's heart trembled, and he felt a strong force coming from his hands. It turned out that this young man wanted to pinch him and force him to let go. His hands were really strong. This young man had been practicing martial arts since he was a child...
Wang Xian sucked in a breath of air, and then hurriedly reversed his grip. Although he had been working hard in the past few years, he was still a semi-monk after all, and he was not good enough in front of masters. Fortunately, men are naturally stronger than women, and they are spiritually stronger.
Under the training of Xiao, his ability to resist blows is particularly outstanding...
Seeing that the two were competing against each other, the men on both sides stopped confronting each other and instead cheered for their respective bosses.
In full view of the public, the two of them were indistinguishable. One bared his teeth and cracked his mouth, making a sound of "Hey, ah," and the other opened his eyes wide, and said unconsciously "ho-ho" in his mouth... After drinking tea, Wang Xian's face
It has been deformed and flushed red, but the young man's face has not changed, but there are big beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, forming grooves, revealing the true color of his fair and tender skin.
"Boy, if you don't let go, you'll have to...have to unbuckle your pants with one hand for the rest of your life," Wang Xian threatened in a low voice with red eyes.
"You'd better wish for yourself," the young man hummed, and the translator was in a hurry.
Both of them felt that there was nothing they could do. When they were riding a tiger and couldn't get off, someone else came in at the door of the store... Two official servants from the Xuanfu came in with a group of men wearing black samurai uniforms and embroidered spring swords hanging from their waists.
When the officer saw that there were so many people inside, and most of them were officers and soldiers, his attitude couldn't help but become friendly and said: "Gentlemen, the officer from Fusi in Beizhen is here to search for the Oara spies. Please make it easier for me."
Everyone's eyes were on Wang Xian, and the young man was no exception. At this time, because of the arm wrestling, the two of them were less than one foot away from each other. Only then did Wang Xian see clearly those light blue eyes as clear as lake water in late autumn.
So charming, yet so dangerous... He had already realized that the original game of cat playing mouse had changed due to this unexpected incident, and he was in danger of becoming a hostage.
But Wang Xian's face remained calm and he sighed: "Let's have a truce." The store owner had to greet the officials and act as a translator for them. He felt at a loss, so Wang Xian asked Wu Wei to come forward to negotiate with Jin Yiwei.
, he and the young man are no longer the center of attention for the time being.
After the shopkeeper translated, the young man nodded and stopped using his hand, but still held his hand tightly and never let go.
"You can let go." Wang Xian said softly,
"You say once is new, second time is familiar." The young man pursed his lips and smiled, revealing a charming charm.
Wang Xian heard the words and chuckled: "That's right, let's hold hands..." As he said that, he held his hand with both hands, feeling soft and boneless. He couldn't help but feel swayed, and he laughed and said: "Little brother, here we are.
There is a snack in my hometown called crystal cake, have you ever heard of it?"
After listening to the translation, the young man shook his head, but with a curious light in his eyes, he continued: "The cake is crystal clear, white and smooth, soft and chewy, and full of fragrance...just like your little hands." Wang
Xian secretly thought, when did I become so shameless? Could it be that the wild grassland wind makes people forget the constraints of ethics? Well, it must be like this... Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly took a breath of air, it turned out that the young man
After he understood, he actually pinched him with his long nails, but his face was still smiling, which made him feel irritated.
At this time, with Wu Wei's communication, the Jin Yiwei decided not to search the store anymore, but said "Excuse me" and left.
"Excuse me." Wang Xian stopped them and asked, "How many spies are there in Wala and what do they look like? We can also help the imperial envoy to pay attention."
"Thank you for your concern, sir." The Jinyiwei Baihu obviously didn't know Wang Xian, but seeing that he was young and surrounded by masters, they thought he was a nobleman's son in the young army, so he politely replied: "It's six two-year-olds."
Thirty-year-old Tatars, led by a red-faced man, were discovered when they were spying on our granary, but were not caught. If adults see it, please help us."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Wang Xian's fingers slid lightly on the palm of the young man's hand, causing half of his body to go numb. Naturally, he was furious, but how could he dare to move under the gaze of Jin Yiwei? He had to pretend to be relaxed.
Smile and let him be frivolous.
Jin Yiwei had already seen the two of them holding hands, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, these nobles' sons are all rabbits, even the good-looking Mongolian men are not spared. Wang Xian still had to ask, but he left like a plague and left.
When he got to the street, he spat and cursed: "What a pervert"
Seeing that Jin Yiwei had left, the Mongolians in the store were obviously relieved. The young man smiled and asked Wang Xiandao: "Do you want to come to our place and have a look?"
Wang Xian smiled lightly and said: "It still doesn't work, I haven't eaten the noodles yet. Storekeeper, your noodles are too slow, right?"
The store owner smiled and said, "There were some official servants just now. They are coming up. They are coming up right now." He said and asked the waiter to hurry up.
"If you're in a hurry, just leave first..." Wang Xian let go of his hand, but the young man refused to let go. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, we'll talk about it after you finish eating." He knew that the Han people were the most cunning, and he was worried that if he didn't
If you take this hostage, you will immediately fall into a dragnet.
"Well, it seems that we are really in love," Wang Xian said with a smile: "How about we get married together... Oh no, how about we marry Jinlan?"
The shopkeeper was honest and translated it exactly as it was. Hearing that he was talking so much about firewood, the young man wanted to find a piece of horse dung and stuff it into his mouth. His anger was not going anywhere, so he saw a big black waiter carrying six bowls on a tray.
Steaming noodles, he walked in quickly and said loudly: "Please pay attention to the hot noodle soup that has just come out of the pot..." Before the word "衤" fell to the ground, he stumbled over someone and stumbled.
Going out, there were six large bowls filled with hot water on the tray, flying towards the young man.
The young man hurriedly lifted the table to block the spray of soup. His kung fu was so good that not even a drop of it was spilled on him... In fact, he could still protect Wang Xian who was beside him, but he deliberately wanted to give this bastard some pain.
, so he deliberately ignored him. In the flash of lightning, the young man suddenly realized that something was wrong. He glanced with his peripheral vision and saw that Wang Xian was rolling far away.
'I've been fooled,' the young man exclaimed in his heart. Just as he was about to reach out to get him, he saw a figure blocking his eyes. Without saying a word, he stabbed him with a sword.
The young man hurriedly raised his hand to parry. It looked like his arm was about to be pierced by the long sword, but he heard a clang, the sound of metal and iron. The sleeve of the young man's robe was pierced, revealing a small hand-protected blade. It turned out that he had just
He has the murder weapon in his right hand, and he can chop off Wang Xian's head with a flip of his hand.
At this time, the warriors on both sides also drew their swords one after another, and they were about to fight together. But the next moment, they all froze... It turned out that Master Xianyun had created another sword in his left hand, which could withstand the attacks of later generations.
on the throat
"Mongols, stop it." At this time, Shuai Hui helped Wang Xian up from the ground, and shouted in a fake tone: "Otherwise, your boss will die."
The Mongolians didn't dare to move even without the store's translator. Obviously, the young man's status in their hearts was extremely high.
"Put down your weapons and let's capture them without mercy." Shuai Hui said loudly. As expected, those Mongolians put down their scimitars obediently.
"Tie him up!" Wu Wei shouted in a deep voice. Just now when Wang Xian asked him to greet Jin Yiwei, the two had a brief eye contact. With their years of tacit understanding, Wu Wei immediately understood what Wang Xian meant and took advantage of everyone's attention.
All the strength was on Jin Yiwei, and he silently ordered Erhei to bring the soup, while Xianyun prepared to rob someone. After all, the Mongolians were a bit more practical. I didn't expect that these guys had so many bad ideas, and they fell into trouble without paying attention.
"You don't need to tie them all, just tie this one." Wang Xian ordered. He patted the dirt on his shoulders, pointed at the young man and said: "If anyone dares to escape, cut off his arm." There were still many guards outside.
Taking this group of Mongols out will definitely attract their attention.
The store owner translated Wang Xian's meaning and then translated the Mongolian meaning: "They said, don't hurt their master, they won't escape."
"Is this good?" Wang Xian smiled and nodded. Immediately, a guard came forward, tied up the young man with a tendon rope, and pushed him out.
"Wait a minute," Wang Xian took off his cloak and put it on the young man himself. Seeing that the skin on the back of his neck was as white as grease and his skin was as shiny as snow, he couldn't help but smile secretly, wiped the oil on his face and said, "Little
Brother, it’s cold outside, please put on this cloak.”
Now that the matter has come to this, there is no need for the young man to make excuses with him any more. He stares at him with blazing eyes, wishing he could bite his thief hand off.
You are the fish and meat, and I am the knife. It feels really good. Wang Xian laughed loudly: "Come on, brother, come to my place and sit down. Let me treat you well."