According to the address, Zhang Long drove to the community rented by Gong Xiaolei. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a high-end apartment, built on the edge of the riverside villa area, which is the most famous community in Donggang County except for the riverside villa area.

It is inhabited by either rich or noble, or elites.

After registering with the doorman, Zhang Long drove into the community, and just parked the car, it was cold, and a system prompt sounded.

"My friend Wang Xiaoli (Shanghai Tang plane) sent a request for help."

Zhang Long was stunned for a moment, then immediately took out his mobile phone, just boarded QQ, and entered the mutual aid group, Duang sounded, and a message for help popped up.

Help Mission: Brother Zhang Long, help, if you don't come again, I will be XXOO!

Publisher: Wang Xiaoli (Shanghai Tang Plane)

Difficulty: F+

Publisher reward upon completion: 100,000 oceans

Upon completion, the system rewards: 30 mutual aid points

XXOO？

This sister Wang won't be tied up again!

Zhang Long muttered and got out of the car.

With a click, Santana began to shapeshift, and in the blink of an eye, she became a clone.

That's right, Wang Xiaoli's request for help, Zhang Long didn't plan to pass the body, but planned to let the doppelganger pass.

Previously, Zhang Long's three free crossing opportunities had been used up, so if you want to cross, you can only buy a crossing charm, but fortunately, there are still 50 mutual aid points in the package, which is completely enough.

Zhang Long clicked on the phone screen to enter the mall, and spent 10 points to buy a crossing charm and handed it to the clone.

Swipe your finger across the screen and tap Accept Task.

The white light flashed, and the clone holding the traversal talisman disappeared instantly.

After the doppelganger crossed over, Zhang Long came to the front of the apartment, pressed the button in room 505, and said, "Teacher Gong, I've arrived." ”

Waited two seconds.

With a dripping sound, the iron door opened, and Zhang Long walked in.

On the beach plane, night.

The big Shanghai song hall, the number of days box.

The luxurious box is spacious and bright, but Wang Xiaoli feels as if she is about to suffocate at this time.

Wang Xiaoli, who was wearing a red rose cheongsam, had a graceful posture, sparse eyes, and a slender and bright strawberry, charming and moving.

Almost all the men in the box were tempted, and while persuading them to drink, they kept scanning Wang Xiaoli's chest, waist, and buttocks with obscene eyes.

"Mr. Watanabe, I really can't drink anymore."

Wang Xiaoli drank a glass of red wine again, drunk and confused.

"Yes, Mr. Watanabe, Miss Wang can't drink anymore, if she drinks again, she will be really drunk, and she will sing on stage later, another day, let's make an appointment another day, do you think it's okay?"

"As for this wine, I'll do it for you."

Chen Biao got up and was about to pick up the wine in Watanabe Jun's hand.

"Yaga!"

Junichi Watanabe's face sank, and before he could have a seizure, one of the seven or eight Japanese ronin wearing kimonos and straddling the katana at his waist suddenly moved.

Get up and raise your hand.

There was a crisp snap, and it was a slap in the face to Chen Biao.

This slap was very heavy, and Chen Biao was directly thrown out, his teeth shattered, and blood spilled all over the ground.

"Shina pig, can you also take care of the wine of our Watanabe Prince?"

The Japanese ronin took a stride, kicked Chen Biao, who wanted to get up, raised his foot and stepped on his head, brushed out the katana, and the sharp blade pressed against his neck.

"What are you doing, let him go!"

Wang Xiaoli was in a hurry.

Junichi Watanabe smiled slightly: "Miss Wang, after you drink this glass of wine, I will let Chen Sang go." ”

"Okay, I'll drink!"

Wang Xiaoli took the wine glass, drank it dry, and glared angrily: "Release people." ”

Watanabe Jun smiled and waved his hand, and the Japanese ronin put away his knife and walked back.

Chen Biao covered his face and got up, regardless of the pain, poured a glass of wine himself, and came to Junichi Watanabe.

"Mr. Watanabe, I plead guilty and make amends to you for this cup."

As he spoke, he drank the wine down.

Junichi Watanabe stood up with a thud and pressed Chen Biao's hand down, preventing him from continuing to pour wine.

"Chen Sang, I'll just say it directly, I have a crush on Miss Wang, today, Miss Wang, I must take it away."

Chen Biao suddenly took out a pistol and pressed it against Junichi Watanabe's forehead.

"Mr. Watanabe, if you want a woman, I can arrange it for you, but Miss Wang really can't."

"Don't push me."

"Baga, Zhina pig, you are looking for death!"

The Japanese ronin who slapped Chen Biao before moved, and a snowy knife light as fast as lightning flashed.

Seeing that Chen Biao's right hand was about to be cut off at the same time.

A figure appeared, holding out two fingers and holding the katana.

"Zhang Long!"

"Mr. Zhang!"

Seeing the visitor, Wang Xiaoli and Chen Biao were overjoyed.

"Yaga, who are you?"

The Japanese ronin was furious and wanted to pull the knife back, but no matter how hard he used, the knife was always caught in Zhang Long's hand, motionless.

"It's your ancestor!"

Zhang Long said, raised his hand and slapped the Japanese ronin to death, without waiting for the rest of the Japanese ronin on the side to come back to his senses.

Zhang Long rushed over, snapped, seven slaps in a row, and the Japanese ronin bled one after another, fell to the ground softly, and became a lying corpse.

All of this happened between the lightning and flint, and by the time Jun Watanabe came to his senses, there was no one standing beside him.

Zhang Long turned around and looked at him coldly.

Junichi Watanabe's face turned white with fright, as the only son of the president of the Japanese Black Dragon Society, he had seen ruthlessness, but he had really never seen such ruthlessness.

"China...... Well, this, this gentleman, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding......"

Zhang Long lazily listened to the little devil's nonsense, slapped him directly and sent him back to the west.

"Sister Wang, are you okay?"

"I, I'm fine."

Wang Xiaoli staggered and remembered, and suddenly sat back with a bang.

"Sister Wang, what's wrong with you."

Zhang Long went over and helped her up.

"Hot ...... It's hot...... Wine...... The wine...... There is a problem with alcohol. ”

Wang Xiaoli was short of breath, her face was flushed, and she said coquettishly.

Chen Biao hurriedly rushed over, picked up the wine glass and smelled it, searched Watanabe Junichi again, and found a bottle of medicine.

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, Miss Wang was violently ......"

"Hot ...... It's hot...... Zhang Long's younger brother...... You...... You're in good health...... Fast...... Touch me ......"

Wang Xiaoli's whole person was lost, and she pushed Zhang Long's clone down, pressed it down, and rubbed her body against her body.

Chen Biao didn't dare to look at it more, so he hurriedly called a few younger brothers, pulled the corpse away on the ground, and closed the door.

Gong Xiaolei's home.

As soon as Zhang Long sat down on the sofa, he felt an invisible soft body pressing up.

The doppelganger is him, he is the doppelganger, and what the doppelganger feels, he can feel.

At this time, Wang Xiaoli had already taken off her cheongsam, and the whole person was slick and pressed against his clone......

Then Zhang Long here was tragic, Gong Xiaolei, who was sitting opposite him, almost widened his eyes, and watched in disbelief as the flag below him slowly rose, rose, rose...... Until a pillar of optimism.

Looking down at the flag held high, Zhang Long wanted to cry without tears, and wanted to defend but didn't know where to start.

Embarrassing, embarrassing.