"Wang Zi."

The old man was burly, at least one meter nine or more tall, and his thick body was as wide as a door panel, which made Zhang He doubt his height and majesty for the first time, "It's not that my brother is not tall and mighty enough, but this old man is too tall and mighty." Sitting up, Zhang He, who found that he was half a head shorter than the old man who was sitting cross-legged, thought helplessly.

Zhang He's eyes rose at an angle of fourteen or fifteen degrees, and only then did he see the old man's face.

The facial features are rough, the eyebrows are thick, the eyes are thick, the nose and lips are thick, the thick plate inches and the short beard on the face, although the face is full of wrinkles, but the whole look is extremely aggressive. The old man's voice is also very rough, and extremely majestic, like an emperor, which makes people can't help but want to bow and worship.

"Prince?" Although the old man's momentum had a strong sense of oppression, Zhang He couldn't help but smile.

Nima, this dad is ugly to death, but he wants to be Prince Charming and wants to go crazy. That's why it's hard to dream of a long-cherished wish and pin all your hopes on future generations? Otherwise, it would be impossible to come up with such a strange name.

Seeing Zhang He wake up, the old man immediately put away his palms, "Zhang He, right?" ”

"It's me." Zhang He nodded.

"Long Ao and I have been friends for many years, and I have never heard that he can also heal." The old man said to himself, "Maybe he doesn't need it, hey." ”

The old man's inexplicable sigh made Zhang He very curious, but before he could speak, the old man said to himself, "You are the only disciple of Long Ao, and he has never produced garbage on his hands, little guy, I will leave it to you here, if you need anything, go directly to Long Wu." ”

As he spoke, the old man turned his head and glanced at Long Wu, who was standing quietly on his face, his face was full of respect, but his face was full of fanatism, and his eyes shot a sharp light like a knife.

The old man didn't speak, but Long Wu bent down and replied respectfully, "I promise to complete the task." ”

The old man nodded, and looked up at the night sky outside the tent with a crescent moon hanging high and a sky full of stars.

The old man didn't speak, Long Wu stood like a stake, and there was a dead silence in the tent.

The mountain village at night is as silent as water, except for the "rustling" sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves, there is no sound.

Who is this old man sacred? What was the energy he just sent me? It doesn't seem to be innately true? Zhang He was very curious, but the old man's faintly oppressive aura made Zhang He not know whether to take the liberty of asking. He said that he was an old friend of Long Ao for many years, so he shouldn't ask a few questions recklessly, right? Having made up his mind, Zhang He finally broke the silence, "Elder Wang, are you really Mr. Long Ao's old friend?" Zhang He asked politely.

The old man nodded, shook his head again, and said, "Yes, if not." ”

You didn't say that. Zhang He was very helpless, but before he could speak, the old man slowly spoke again, "I have known Long Ao for many years, but we have very little contact, we can be regarded as friends, not close friends." So it's okay to say it's an old friend, and it's not wrong to say it's not an old friend. ”

Well, brother thinks it's better for you to be in charge.

The night is pleasant and the cool breeze is blowing, which is just convenient for your old people to show their strengths and give full play to the special session of chewing words. Zhang He, who originally wanted to know something about Long Ao through him, couldn't help but be a little disappointed, it seems that this old man doesn't know much about Long Ao.

The old man still didn't turn his head, but he keenly captured Zhang He's disappointment, "Something?" The old man asked calmly.

"Can you tell me about Mr. Long Ao?" Zhang He asked expectantly.

"I can't." The old man said without thinking and categorically.

"Why?" Zhang He was puzzled.

"Long Ao's matter, Long Ao has his own opinions, and I don't have the right to overstep the bounds."

All right! Zhang He shook his head helplessly, but after all, he couldn't help but be curious, "Elder Wang, who are you?" Although it is indeed inappropriate to ask others about their official positions bluntly, Zhang He's curiosity was indeed stimulated by this seemingly good old man.

"Dragon King."

Damn, it turns out that this word is like gold, and the guy who can't drag it is the Dragon King? Zhang He couldn't help but be taken aback, and couldn't help but think of the four mysterious departments of Huaxia that the most cowish mother-in-law said.

The dragon group is good at killing, and is responsible for harming the country and killing strong enemies.

The Eagle Group is good at investigation and can collect all the information in the world.

The leopard group is good at stabbing and ambushing and assassinating all kinds of strong enemies like a cheetah.

The tiger group is good at sniping and guarding the gate of the country.

Four groups of people, Long Ying is responsible for the country, Tiger is responsible for the country, and Leopard is responsible for the overseas, with a clear division of labor and close cooperation, which is the strongest sword and shield in China.

The dragon king, the boss of the dragon group, is good at killing, good at frontal killing, no wonder there is a faint sense of oppression that makes people feel so uncomfortable. How many people did this old man kill? Zhang He couldn't help but think.

This is a great god! If you can have a good relationship with this old man and borrow a few dragons, dragons, dragons, and five or the like from him, then the life and death of the Shenma shit He family can not be decided by my brother with a word. "Take the high-level route, this is a godsend." Zhang He's heart involuntarily became hot.

However, what made him helpless was that in the face of hypocritical officials, he had practiced a good ability to see people, talk to people, and talk to hell, but he didn't know what to say in the face of the ruthless "prince".

The scene fell silent again.

"Dragon King, do you have eyebrows?" Jang Hyuk broke the silence again.

"Nope."

"And what are you going to do with it?"

"Kill."

This old man not only cherishes words like gold, but also has an amazing anger, and the earth-shattering murderous aura bursts out with the word killing, which makes Zhang He feel as if he has fallen into an ice cave in Antarctica, and goosebumps all over his body instantly appeared. "Damn, this old man is not afraid of a quick attack, and he has a cerebral hemorrhage." Zhang He thought helplessly.

But this time, the old man finally took the initiative to speak, "When the Eagle King finds a clue, I will go to the Wa Kingdom to kill the Quartet." ”

Okay, good idea. The bastards of the Japanese Kingdom should indeed kill more, it is best to kill all the men, and snatch all the women back. Zhang He nodded and said, "Good idea." ”

It's a pity that the dragon king doesn't love sycophants. Zhang He's words did not cause any resonance, and the old man was silent again.

"By the way, Dragon King, has the matter that the Eagle King said last time been resolved?"

"Long Ao is gone."

Well, brother was defeated. Although Zhang He was very helpless, he also heard the meaning of the Dragon King's words. Long Ao is gone, and the Wuji ninja of the Wa Kingdom should be dead. It seems that this Long Ao really didn't cover it, or the old man of the Dragon King wouldn't have just used a cold sentence of Long Ao to send himself away.

Chatting without interaction is boring and uncomfortable, and who can talk for a long time with a machine that can only do quiz questions. At least, Zhang He doesn't have the ability.

In silence, the Dragon King finally withdrew his gaze, glanced at Zhang He with a sharp gaze, and said lightly, "It's fate to meet, I'll give you a small gift." ”

"Wow, it's developed." Hearing this, Zhang He was immediately excited.

Mixed to the level of the Dragon King, where is the little gift? In other words, it is a small gift in his eyes, but Zhang He is very convinced that this gift must be a very valuable gift.

Huaxia people pay attention to modesty, although Zhang He wanted this gift very much, but he had to say politely against his will, "The Dragon King is polite, I am ashamed of it." ”

"So you don't want it anymore?" A faint smile appeared on the corner of the Dragon King's mouth.

Your sister, brother is modest, don't you even know this? Forget it, compared to face, gifts are more important, brother forgive you, "Yes, why not." Zhang He replied "brazenly".

"Okay, go on."

As he spoke, a tragic murderous aura suddenly erupted from the Dragon King's body, causing Zhang Heru to fall into the eighteenth layer of hell, trembling uncontrollably, and his legs were trembling and slowly bending.

Nima, didn't you say gift-giving? How did it become a dismount?

The dragon king's eyes were like knives, and the momentum on his body was still climbing little by little, slowly, but unstoppable, and the powerful pressure came to his face, like the Wanjun Mountain Range, making people's knees sway, almost touching the ground.

Zhang He clenched his steel teeth, struggling to resist the heavier and heavier pressure, clearly feeling the pain of a little broken knee and the torment of a little broken spine.

Is this a gift of shit from a god horse? Zhang He thought helplessly while struggling to resist the pressure.