The gentle and pleasant Ms. Sakurako Asada, if she doesn't turn her back, she will be fine. Once she turns her face, Translator Sun will suffer first.
In fact, she doesn't need an interpreter at all. This interpreter is just used to deceive people and get close to people in Tao Village. When looking at himself, he dodged his eyes.
In other words, what Sakurako Asada cared more about was the fact that she was so overwhelmed by Lin Luoran that she couldn't hold her head up.
At the beginning, everyone went to the secret realm together. At that time, Lin Luoran was already the highest among the young monks in China. Although he was jealous, he would not go crazy... because Lin Luoran at that time However, people look up to, but not fear.
However, in just a few years, she has already shed the title of the first person of the Chinese juniors—not because her cultivation has declined, but because of her own strength, she has stepped into a higher level!
The status of Japanese women has always been very low. Asada Sakurako was born in the Shu branch of a big family. Her mother was a famous geisha in Tokyo. Huaxia Shandong... If she hadn't been found to be able to practice at a young age, the mother and daughter would never have been taken back to their Japanese home after they were exiled. Even so, she was often bullied in her family...
Sakurako Asada wakes up from her memories, feeling sorry for herself, she will never get sympathy from others, she can only become stronger, like China's Lin Luoran, who also rose from a poor family, and now she has also become an important woman in China's practice world build.
For example, if she can obtain Qingqiu's legacy and return to Japan and Asada's house, who would dare to underestimate her again? !
Asada Sakurako smiled from Grandpa Hong, and she was full of charm, very much like her mother who was a geisha in the past.
Grandpa Hong's chicken could no longer hold it steady and fell to the ground. He was in his seventies and eighties, so of course he couldn't be fooled by beauty, but Sakurako Asada's smile was really scary in this summer.
"Mr. Hong, let's sit down and tell Yingzi slowly, the story about this jar?"
Sakurako Asada smiled, and supported the Second Master Hong who was clearly standing unsteadily.
The scorching sun couldn't warm the sinking heart of Second Master Hong.
Will these Japanese people treat the people of Tao Village... Second Master Hong couldn't think about it.
Holding the painted clay pot in her hand, Sakurako Asada forcibly supported Second Master Hong to walk to the back hall. The lifelike back of the fox had a blue light flashing at the moment when light and dark alternated.
This is an extremely unique kind of paint. The painted fox looks normal, but in fact, it will appear blue under special light.
It was only at this time that Asada Yingzi realized that, looking at Qinghu's back, she became more and more sure that this Tao village was a person who moved out of Qingqiu in ancient times.
If you want to find the land of Qingqiu that was lost in time, in this world, probably only these Qingqiu old people who don't know how many generations know the entrance, right
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With nothing to do, Hong Bin began to listen to the work in the corner again.
After a few days, he already felt that Miss Yingzi from Japan was kind and gentle, and she often gave candies to the little friends in the village. She shouldn't be as bad as the three people on the hillside said, right
Feeling guilty, he took Lin Luoran's one hundred yuan, and was ready to wash his hands and quit. Today will be the last day of "working". Hong Bin thought silently, digging out a piece of rubble on the mud wall, and saw The second great grandfather's house next door.
Hearing the Shandong dialect, the eleven-year-old Hong Bin was a little clever, but he didn't quite understand the meaning of these elegant words. He was surprised that Miss Yingzi said Huaxia dialect
Putting his eyes in the hole, Hong Bin held his breath and looked at the courtyard of the Second Grandpa Hong's house.
The three Japanese men stood at the door with serious faces, as if they were guarding against anyone coming in. It's a pity that the plucked chicken that Grandpa Hong had plucked fell on the ground. Hong Bin swallowed, but saw Miss Yingzi pat Translator Sun with her hand, and he fell down.
Hong Bin originally thought that this interpreter surnamed Sun was indeed an embroidered pillow. After a while, Ms. Yingzi helped the second grandpa to go to the back room. Before the interpreter Sun got up, Hong Bin already felt that something was wrong. I moved my eyes and saw Translator Sun lying on the ground, leaving thick black liquid on the side of his mouth...
These Japanese are really bad people, what should we do
Hong Bin was sweating profusely, and it took him a while to remember to report to the hillside. That day, the image of Lin Luoran nailing "Zhuyeqing" to the tree with a bamboo branch flashed in his mind. Maybe the three people on the hillside, the elder sister of the Lin family, can save the second grandpa.
Hong Bin stumbled towards the entrance of the village and found one of the Japanese men standing under the locust tree.
It's over, there's an ambush!
"Child, where are you going?" The blunt Huaxia dialect came out of his mouth, and Hong Bin's hands were covered with sweat, "Go mow the grass...!"
The Japanese man looked serious: "Go back, otherwise, die."
What grass to mow with empty hands? Did this Huaxia kid realize something was wrong and wanted to run away? Although Kazuo Yamamoto wasn't worried about a child's abilities, he felt a little guilty for no reason when he thought that this was the land of China.
Hong Bin had no choice but to go back.
Kazuo Yamamoto narrowed his eyes, it seems that Miss Sakurako must have succeeded.
He didn't notice that on the branch above his head, a golden eagle the size of an eagle quietly flew into the sky and flew towards the hillside a few miles away.
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"They want to covet Qingqiu..." Lin Luoran stared at the little fox with a complicated expression. It was holding the jar in a daze, not knowing what it was thinking.
Although Xiao Jin is only as smart as a child of a few years old, he has been in the secular world for a long time, even if he is not in touch with Lin Luoran's spiritual sense, he can understand the meaning of some simple words. For example, "Qingqiu", it and the little green fox were caught by that human being, and he also mentioned "Qingqiu" in front of the little green fox all day long, and it also remembered this word, because every time it mentioned When he got up, this unforgiving little fox was about to pretend to be a fool, biting and pulling at that person.
They are both beasts, but there is no obstacle for Xiao Jin and Xiao Qinghu to communicate.
—Hey, why are you crying
The little green fox hugged the jar and ignored it.
Xiao Jin persevered: They always talk about Qingqiu, where is that
The little green fox still ignored him. Xiao Jin couldn't help taking his beak to lightly peck its paws. This was the kindness of the proud Xiao Jin. As soon as the little green fox's paws were loosened, the pot in his hand fell of course.
Slap—shattered to pieces.
The little green fox glared at each other, Xiao Jin knew that he seemed to have gotten into trouble, and didn't know what to say, changed from his previous cold and arrogant, and the little crown was a little timid.
Qingqiu, these people never give up looking for Qingqiu!
It wiped its eyes indiscriminately and ran down the mountain.
Lin Luodong and Huang Weijian wanted to follow, but were stopped by Lin Luoran.
"It's okay, let it vent. The little fox is fast, and the Japanese can't catch it anyway." Is Sakurako Asada coveting Qingqiu alone, or is she just sent by the island country to lead the battle? Lin Luoran hesitated, if he showed up at this time, would he startle the snake and fail to completely destroy the island country's operation.
Then again, those Japanese didn't seem to see the little green fox hiding behind the tree that night
If it showed up at this time, it might still have some unexpected effects—Lin Luoran touched Xiao Jin's head, you didn't mean it, so don't blame yourself.