Tang Xiaobao lay on the bed and asked the two girls: "Hey, where are you saints?"
The two women pretended not to hear.
"I have a question for you."
No response.
Until the two women left, Tang Xiaobao was unable to speak.
Tang Xiaobao had nothing to do, so he stood at the window and looked at this highly modern city.
The scenery is nice.
After a while, someone knocked on the door.
A maid came to invite him to dine.
There is a restaurant in the hotel, and the standards are quite high, and the food is delicious, but Tang Xiaobao is not used to the food here.
The God of Food also eats very little.
Tang Xiaobao was also not used to the so-called fine wine.
Several security guards and maids stood nearby to protect the two of them.
It can be seen that when they look at the God of Cookery, their eyes are full of admiration.
But when he saw Tang Xiaobao, his eyes were full of hatred.
Why.
Tang Xiaobao sighed in his heart.
As expected, Fu Ma Ye is not that easy to be.
He guessed that someone would come to cause trouble in the next few days.
This can be considered as getting deep into the tiger's den.
There's nothing you can do about it. You can't just turn a blind eye to someone else's princess sleeping with her. She's already looking for bodyguards to find the Huaxia Kingdom, so you can't just pretend to be confused.
If you sleep with someone else, you have to take responsibility.
This is the most basic quality of a man.
Yes, it’s about quality.
He said to Fatty Zhu: "Old Zhu, you have to get me something delicious someday. If this continues, I won't be able to bear it."
The guards and security guards are very familiar with the God of Cookery. They have seen His Majesty the King's respectful attitude towards the God of Cookery. No one from the Holy Religion dares to show any disrespect to the God of Cookery.
The reason is not only because he is the God of Cookery, but also because Fatty Zhu has an unusual relationship with the weird leader of the Holy Knights of the Holy Religion.
But now, Tang Xiaobao actually asked the God of Cookery to cook for him. It turned out that the rumors were true. The relationship between Tang Xiaobao and the God of Cookery was extraordinary.
What surprised them even more was that the God of Cookery said helplessly: "Okay, okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is. That's alright. I was also caught by you, and there's nothing I can do about it. Eh-"
Fatty Zhu suddenly asked the security guard next to him: "Where is your group leader?"
"He's not here today."
"Oh, he's often away."
"I haven't seen him recently."
Everyone answered one after another.
Fatty Zhu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's great."
Tang Xiaobao was a little curious: "Why are you so afraid of him?"
"Hey, it's hard to put it into words." Fatty Zhu sighed.
Just after dinner, Tang Xiaobao was about to go back to his room. A security guard came over and said to him somewhat rudely: "Mr. Tang, the Holy Son of KOLS of our Holy Religion has challenged you. Do you accept the challenge?"
Tang Xiaobao was stunned.
Hey, here again?
Still feeling energetic, right?
"Who is the Holy Son of KOLS? I don't seem to know him?" Tang Xiaobao felt a little unhappy and asked.
Fatty Zhu smiled at Tang Xiaobao and said, "Brother, I'm going back to my room to rest first."
After saying that, he ran away quickly. It seemed that he didn't want to meddle in such nosy matters.
Tang Xiaobao was speechless.
Good brothers, be loyal.
What kind of good brother is this? He slipped away beforehand.
"You don't know JOS either. Didn't you injure him the same way?" The security guard sneered.
The other security guards also stared at Tang Xiaobao and sneered.
Tang Xiaobao also laughed.
When he smiles, the consequences will be serious.
Don’t you want a challenge?
Come on, as many Tang masters as you want, we can fight in groups. Not only can we save people, but we can also beat them up.
"Okay, where is it?"
"Follow me." The security guard turned around and left.
Tang Xiaobao followed.
A group of security guards also followed.
This hotel is shaped like a castle and has many floors.
Tang Xiaobao was taken to one of the floors by several security guards.
As soon as he entered the door, Tang Xiaobao couldn't help but be startled by the formation.
There is actually a huge arena in front of it.
On one side of the ring, there is a big drum, and a person stands in front of the drum, holding a hammer in both hands.
Under the stage, there were several men standing, dressed very strangely.
Like armor, the style is novel, and it is also like a battle robe, with a hood on the head and a mask on the face, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
All in all, he looks like a medieval knight.
Tang Xiaobao approached and asked, "Who wants to challenge me again?"
A man walked out of the crowd.
Good guy, he looks really burly, a head taller than Tang Xiaobao, he is covered in skin and flesh, he wears very little, he has a cape behind him, he is really majestic, and his face is very sinister, just like Tang Xiaobao in the movies before
Hercules is often seen in.
"This is Knight Hostandine of the Holy Knights of the Holy Religion."
Someone introduced.
Hostandin?
What the hell is this?
Magic Knights?
Isn't this the monkey's subordinate?
A big man has great wisdom... Tang Xiaobao stared at this big man and took a deep breath in his heart.
He felt that there was a dangerous aura on the big man, and he had murderous intent.
This is a master!
"You? Challenge me?" Tang Xiaobao pointed to his nose.
Hostandin approached Tang Xiaobao and mocked condescendingly: "The boy from the East dares to be so calm after seeing me. Oh, Lord, I promise, I will break your neck in a while. Do you know that your
Arrogance and ignorance will bring disaster to you."
Tang Xiaobao couldn't laugh or cry.
Am I arrogant?
Am I ignorant?
Damn it to your grandma, you are so arrogant.
Tang Xiaobao has never lost a verbal fight, but after all, there are cultural differences between China and the West, so he doesn't want to talk nonsense today.
Isn't it just a fight?
As I said, saving people is what I am good at, and beating people is also what I am good at.
"Come on."
Tang Xiaobao pointed to the arena.
Hostandin snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the ring. He put one hand on the edge of the ring and his body actually rose into the air.
Boom!
He landed on the ring, making people feel like the ground was shaking.
There's no way around it, it's big in size and heavy in weight, and that's the effect.
Get the head start.
If other people encountered such an opponent, most of them would be intimidated.
But Tang Xiaobao didn't feel anything.
With his magical skills in hand, he has never been afraid of anyone.
Playing cool, right?
I can do it too!
Tang Xiaobao also held up the edge of the stage with one hand, and suddenly he shot into the sky. This flight actually reached a height of more than four meters. Fortunately, this floor was five or six meters high, so Tang Xiaobao was not embarrassed.
.
Yes, he flew too fast. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he almost hit the ceiling and landed lightly, like an immortal coming to the world.
Tang Xiaobao blushed a little and almost made a fool of himself by pretending to be cool.
Fortunately, everyone below was shocked by his hand.
Boom, boom, boom!
Someone beat the drum.
Like the sound of war drums, it encourages people to fight hard.
Tang Xiaobao's blood started to surge.
Competing with the big guy reminded him of the Fist of Fury movie he had seen before.
Didn't Chen Zhen also compete with big guys?
It seems that all movies that promote Chinese martial arts like to find a big man as a target.
At this moment, Tang Xiaobao suddenly felt a sense of national pride. (To be continued)