"Tiger of West Asia", "Dragon of the East", "Bear of Hokuriku", the Big Three in Asia, finally meet up!
The time now is June 16, ten o'clock at noon, nearly fifty hours after the madness disappeared.
During this period of time, Rosv’s helicopter has just arrived at Rosv’s place, and then what will happen to him next is not within the scope of our concern. We only need to know that the waves of the Central African prairie did not affect everything in Nanshi.
In the past few days, all the things that should and shouldn't happen, all the things that should and shouldn't be expected, are happening at a speed beyond ordinary people's imagination. At the moment after Kuang woke up, it seemed that a string had been touched, and everything was on the verge. Luo’s identity revealed, Mu Yingli’s arrival, Yuwen Wushuang’s return, Deguang’s "Mystery" group, and even "Dragon of the East" and "Bear of the Northland" happened to appear again at this time. It seems so urgent and dizzying.
When things come too suddenly, it makes people feel like they're busy. The same as Liu Feng is now.
"We really don't do anything, are we waiting for news here?" Ache said boredly, sitting in the old man's room.
"Yeah! I asked Wushuang to take a rest just now, but she has to wait for the news from her elder brother. Sister-in-law, no, let's call it'Luo'! The situation is the same as Wushuang." Xiaowu was good at supporting his chin, and also appeared Very depressed look.
"..." Liu Feng didn't speak, and struck his keyboard vigorously, searching for photos of vehicles similar to the "Fengshen" models sent back by the people he sent back to the surrounding towns and cities, and filtering them one by one.
"We are not doing nothing, but we can't do anything now! This is the main reason!"
After a long time, Liu Feng finally raised his head in front of the notebook and said this to the listless Xiao Wu and Ming Che.
"No matter what, we have to do something now! Even if we obey our destiny and do our best, it is better than not doing anything!" Xiao Wu is still depressed, and there is no news at all. It's been two full days.
"Wait! We have no choice! So we have to wait! The odds of wanting to find the elder brother are probably not much higher than the chances of all the people in the Presbyterian group being killed. So, in addition to quietly finding something to do, and waiting , Basically no choice."
Except for Wushuang who has just returned to Nanshi and has not recovered to his previous state at all, Liu Feng is now the only one who can control the overall situation. So he can't panic and make noises!
"It seems that the old man is from the Presbyterian Church. Liufeng, don't even curse him in!" Ache closed his eyes, showing no signs of motivation.
By the way, talking about the old man...
Liu Feng, Ache, and Xiao Wu are really idle and nothing to do. They can't help turning their heads in unison, looking at the old man who is still asleep.
"What is his relationship with the alcoholic uncle? Why did the alcoholic uncle suddenly go to Japan?" Xiao Wu asked suddenly.
Liu Feng and Ming Che shook their heads together.
In the grandfather's luxurious and terrifying living room, a large group of people including Wenjing, Wushuang, Liufeng, Xiaowu, Ache, Muyingli, and the old man were all sitting in a group with big and small eyes.
Liu Feng looked at the old man, and then went back to see the drunkard uncle, I really didn't understand what they were related to. In this regard, Xiao Wu and Ming Che are also curious to die. At this time, only Wushuang and Wen Jing were able to remain silent without a word, not knowing what they were thinking.
Seen by a group of juniors as gorillas, the old man suddenly felt that the Italian leather sofa under his butt was also very uncomfortable. Turning his head and glanced at Mu Yingli, who was still drinking tea comfortably, he curled his lips, and the old man didn't mean to speak.
Strange, the atmosphere now is very strange. But just sitting there forever is not a way, always find someone to speak.
"Cough, cough!" There is no way, Liu Feng can only bite the bullet at this time.
Seeing that he had successfully attracted everyone's attention, Liu Feng scratched his head, "You two, who will explain, in the end, what is going on."
"En, en, en!" Xiao Wu and Ming Che nodded quickly.
Turning their heads to look at each other, Muyingli and the old man didn't have any good looks for each other.
"There is nothing to say to him!"
"I have nothing to say to him!"
The two people who were very wrong, snorted coldly, and turned their heads again. It seems that the accumulated resentment seems to be no longer a day or two.
The corners of his mouth twitched, and as expected, his charm was still not enough to spy on personal secrets. Asking for help, Liu Feng mainly looked at the place where Wen Jing and Wushuang were sitting, and wanted them to stand up and say something.
"Uncle Mu, did you know the old man a long time ago?" Wen Jing received Liu Feng's gaze, but did not seem to decline. Just ask the question directly. It's just that she, who hasn't taken a break for dozens of hours, also looks a little unsound.
"Yeah! Cough, what the hell is going on!" Wushuang's face was even worse than Wenjing.
Silence, when Wushuang and Wen Jing finished asking, the old man and Mu Yingli remained silent for a while. In the eyes of Liufeng, the matter between these two people is definitely not as simple as it seems!
"Actually, there is really nothing to say." Muyingli liked Wen Jing's "girl" and Linbing's "funny boy" very much. Under Wen Jing's gaze, she was forced to speak.
"Really?" Wen Jing asked Leng Jun's thin eyebrows casually.
"Well... this... In fact, there are still some..."
"What else?" Wen Jing asked.
"Girl, when did you learn to be curious."
"I am not curious, but suspicious!"
"Okay, okay! The only thing I can tell you is that my original surname was'Zhou' before, so that's all right? Others, you can ask this dead old man! I won't say anything anymore. Up."
Mu Yingli shrugged his shoulders, appearing to be very indifferent to Wenjing.
"Who do you say is the dead old man!" The old man was not happy when he heard it.
"I'll just say you, what's the matter?"
"Reversed, reversed, it really doesn't put me in the eyes at all."
"Looking at it, hahaha! Looking up to the sky, why is it!"
"Just because I am the current Patriarch of the Zhou Family!"
"Hey, hey, hey, figure out the situation, now my last name is Mu, and your last name is Zhou!"
"You, this white-eyed wolf! Since you don't have Zhou's surname anymore, why do you come to my Zhou's rented house? Uncle Wang, you just called you to the police. Where's the police? Where did you report to."
"Call the police, okay! Go heads-up now, don't think that I let you last night, you can do whatever you want, and don't think that just your body is really not old!"
"Do whatever you want? Do you know what it means to do whatever you want? I don't know who was the favorite to do whatever you want. It takes five or six years to leave home. Ha, what a joke! Even the last name has been changed, so you still know what it means Do whatever you want! Also, what if I am the old sword? Go, let's go and do another one!"
It was originally a "chief killer trainer" of a shadow warrior who performed in front of people five or six, and a "drunkard" that everyone was jealous of in the upper class of the sky. Actually, it has suddenly subverted the original image, and started swearing in the living room like two gangsters. You come and I go spitting at each other... There are too many contrasts between this and this.
"Ah!" Ache suddenly yelled, and then glared at Xiao Wu next to him, "Why screw me!"
"Does it hurt?" Xiao Wu asked blankly.
"You give me a try and see if it hurts!"
"Then I'm not dreaming. Uncle drunkard, and old man, are they really dancing?"
"..."
Time passed by, and I don’t know how long it took. Liu Feng looked at the two old and disrespectful guys, scratched his hair in distress, and opened his notebook. He had to record what happened today. thing.
The wall clock in the living room knocked "Dang, Dang, Dang" five times, and the two guys in front of me stopped shooting with a machine gun.
The content of the quarrel was nothing more than something unnutritious, lacking in meaning, and without narration. Everyone "exposed" a weird expression, looking at the two people who have been chattering on the opposite sofa until now. Finally, after yelling at each other for a long time, there was no fight. The two who still feel good about themselves, seemed to finally realize the strange atmosphere and shut their mouths at the same time.
In front of the juniors, I believe they still feel in their hearts that they need to maintain a little majesty. Although there are only scum left on them, it is better than nothing.
But in this way, the expressions on the faces of people in the living room now become very exciting. Briefly describe it, it looks like this:
Muyingli was rarely sitting on the sofa seriously, trying to "show" a serious expression. But although the expression became more serious again, on the other hand, his current appearance was not flattering. The nose is red and blue, and the panda's eyes are slightly lighter, but the size is wider. The bruises on the right cheek and the bright red handprints on the left cheek are very interesting. It's rare that he still tried his best to make an awe-inspiring expression on his face...
Humph! Almost sneered and admired the virtue of the guy in front of him. The old man smiled smugly at the corner of his mouth, not wanting to be too smug, and almost forgot the redness and swelling at the corner of his mouth. Under the gray hair, which was combed so as not to be "messy", the old face of Zhang Qinghuang was impressed, and the left and right faces were squashed by the sea with heavy fists. The worst part was the chin, which seemed to be the ink-splashing technique of the Chinese Huimo landscape. Be careful of the ink splash...