This feeling is really weird. I was discussing things on my own territory, but it turned out to be like a thief. As for? Don’t be so careful. As soon as this idea flashed through my mind, I said it carelessly.
"If a gang has no secrets, then this gang will have nothing, and even this gang will have nothing." Mr. Yi looked at me and said leisurely.
"Yes, Mr. Yi is right. Although most of our brothers in the Double Snake Society are trustworthy, now our plates are getting bigger and bigger and more people are recruiting, so there are no two or five boys here." Bori said on the side.
It's true that I blame me. I have always been careless and don't think about anything. But if I continue like this now, I'm afraid that the brothers in the association will be affected. Maybe I will lose the reputation of the madman, and I will really be in trouble.
"Hey, there's something I want to ask." I paused, then looked at Mr. Yi. Mr. Yi nodded and signaled me to continue.
So, I continued, "But you and Yi Shiba came in with so many clones just now, aren't you afraid of being seen by others? Now I just remembered that the door was closed, isn't it a bit too late?" Sometimes I am just slow in my mind, and I just thought of this level.
"Where do you see where they are?" Mr. Yi raised his brows up, like a magician using his tricks to distract the audience. When I looked around with Mr. Yi's eyes, no one stood in front of me except Mr. Yi and Boli.
Since entering this room, this scare and horror have never stopped. Now I have become a living person with me again! If you have something to say, just say it straightforwardly. Is it a trick to create these things?
Seeing that my face was not good-looking, Mr. Yi still looked like he was smiling. His face was full of smirks, and his smile became louder and louder, and in the end he couldn't even control himself.
"Dong, dong" knocked on the door, and Bori glanced at the monitor on the door. It was Boya. So Bori opened the door, Boya walked in and brought it to the door, and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Yi, I'm smiling so happy. I haven't seen you so happy for a long time."
The three people were having fun chatting and laughing, and no one paid attention to my face like a resentful woman. Yi Shiba's voice came from Mr. Yi's contact: "Old man, when are you going to stumble? Don't we have to go back and let them adapt to artificial humans? I'm so glad, I'll wait for you in the car. Oh, by the way. Sister Tina has already advised me, and she said that I will spare you this time. I dare to do this next time, I will be the first to go with you, have you heard?"
Mr. Yi’s home is a three-story building in the suburbs. The building stands in the middle of the courtyard, and the yard is full of low shrubs, dotted with flowers and plants. Boya said that those flowers and plants are from Yi Shiba. It’s really not easy for Yi Shiba to retain some girls’ hobbies.
When we came in, the bushes were neatly arranged on both sides of the yard. As soon as we stepped onto the steps of the small building, the shrubs in the yard moved and formed a strange pattern.
I looked carefully for a while but couldn't see what the pattern it was. Boli was reminding me that it was actually a maze. When outsiders came in, they couldn't get out at all.
Moreover, those shrubs and flowers and plants are not ordinary plants. Once outsiders fall into it, those plants will form a wall of iron and trap the invaders. The flowers and plants are all improved and can spray out different weapons or poisons as needed. And those unlucky guys trapped inside will have the mood of the controller in the building if they die or live.
After hearing what Boli said, three words suddenly popped up in my head - "Peach Blossom Island". Wow! It's so cool. Mr. Yi has the temperament of Huang Yaoshi, but that Yi Shiba is far from Huang Rong. Has anyone seen Huang Rong with a bald head? I can only laugh at this.
"Let's go in." Mr. Yi opened the door and said.
As soon as I entered the door, a strong smell that I couldn't tell what the smell came to my nose. However, the smell was not bad, but I couldn't defile the word "scent".
"Where is the list, show it to me." Mr. Yi reached out to me.
"Boya, give the list to Mr. Yi." We have drawn up the list of people participating in the competition, and put it in Boya.
Mr. Yi took the list handed over by Boya and browsed it. He frowned and said, "Wax head, this old guy is going to fight too?! What did he think?" After that, Mr. Yi raised his head and looked at me.
"He's not just going to fight. Waxhead said that he only fought with the immortal Lao Qiao, and others can't fight with him." I answered helplessly.
"Will the immortal old Qiao definitely come on the striking?" Mr. Yi continued to ask.
"Who knows this?" Boya saw me looking at him, so he shrugged, then looked at me and said.
"But the problem is that Wax Head will never use artificial humans. I know this guy too well," said Mr. Yi.
While we were talking, Mr. Yi took us through the hall filled with wooden furniture. We stood in front of four large screens on the southeast corner of the hall. Yi Shiba was swinging the paintings on it, which seemed to be passwords and other things. So, I consciously turned my head aside. Although I was the president, this place was Mr. Yi's home after all.
Boya and Bori were two eyesless guys, still staring at Yi Shiba fiddling with the painting on the screen.
"Well, can you two feel more at ease?" I coughed lightly and said behind them.
"It's okay, this password is different every time." Yi Shiba said without looking back.
Well, since she and Mr. Yi don’t mind, then why should I talk more? I’m really bored. So I turned my head elsewhere.
The wooden furniture in the hall should be in the style of Ming and Qing dynasties. It seems that Mr. Yi came into contact with when he was in the New Territories.
A painting hanging on the wall behind a large eight-immortal table aroused my interest. It was not so much a painting as a landscape. Because it looked like looking at the scenery outside through the window.
There was a snow-covered primeval forest inside. The sharp north wind swept the snowflakes and flew among the towering trunks, causing the snow on the branches like a huge umbrella to fall down, joining the crazy and primitive wild dance party.
That's right, it's a moving landscape painting - a cold and solemn primeval forest.
In the depths of the forest, you can vaguely see a small wooden house standing there stubbornly smiling and snoring the wind and snow. The smoke that kept coming out of the chimney of the wooden house was blown away by the north wind from time to time, and the small wooden house smiled at the north wind and laughed at the disdainful laughter.
"President, let's go in." Bori touched my arm and said.
I turned around and saw that the original screen had already separated from each other, and a small door that had been opened was right in front of me. With the light in the door, I could see a winding downward staircase.
From time to time, the wind blows out from the inside, and the wind is like the children trapped in the room for a long time running out with joy. It is the smell mixed in the wind that instantly reminds me of the pair of sneakers under the bed in the university dormitory that has not been brushed for a long time.