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Wang Yuwen looked at Zhou Quanbei's lazy appearance, and knew that if he didn't make some tricks, Zhou Quanbei was afraid that he would not take the bait, so he hurriedly smiled: "I just heard the waiter outside say that there will be a hot performance in the night show in front of me, I heard that there are not only many local beauties, but also many Arab beauties." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info If you don't go, then I'll go. ”

Zhou Quanbei's heart couldn't help but move, although Zhou Quanbei didn't have much interest in black beauties, but for the mysterious Arab beauties, Zhou Quanbei also wanted to see them.

For example, the belly ~ skin ~ dance in the heyday of the Persian Kingdom.

In later generations, there were many places in Huaxia that introduced this thing, but it was really too copycat.

According to ancient records, a real Persian dancer must go through at least ten years of professional training, and it is not something you can practice if you practice each other, and you must pass the congenital test. Compared to an ordinary college student, the price is much higher.

In China, only in the Tang Dynasty, many dancing girls came to Chang'an to make a living.

At that time, Chang'an was like New York now, and the dancing girls with outstanding conditions all hoped to go to Chang'an to break through and the carp jumped over the dragon gate.

But with the passage of time, this culture has gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

However, because of its special historical legacy, Mombasa still has many elements that have been preserved, even if it is no longer as pure as it was back then.

Of course, Zhou Quanbei understood Wang Yuwen's careful thoughts, and also knew that she understood her own thoughts, but when she was pointed out by this little girl in person, of course Zhou Quanbei wanted to take a shelf, "This?" Isn't that okay? I'm a serious person. How can you go to that kind of place? ”

Wang Yuwen couldn't help but hate itchy, her hobby is to travel all over the world, but unfortunately, due to various reasons, she had no choice but to become Zhou Quanbei's 'Xiaomi', but this hobby has never changed.

"Oh well. Then I'll take half a day off and I'll go out and walk around by myself. Wang Yuwen gritted her silver teeth, turned around and wanted to leave.

Zhou Quanbei hurriedly grabbed her little hand, "Hey." You asked for leave, I don't think I approved it yet, right? Be careful that I withhold your salary. ”

Wang Yuwen couldn't help rolling her eyes, "There are a lot of historical monuments in Mombasa, I missed it this time, and I don't know when it will be next time." ”

Zhou Quanbei couldn't help but smile, "Since the eldest lady wants to go so much, then I will reluctantly accompany you to go shopping." But, yes, but you're going to pull me there. ”

Wang Yuwen was angry and laughed, "Let's go." My boss sir. ”

Although Wang Yuwen really wants to go to a few famous scenic spots, but at this time it is already night, tomorrow, Zhou Quanbei will continue to listen to the bigwigs, she does not dare to be willful, just go to a few distinctive streets nearby.

The two did not bring bodyguards, but walked on the neat street like ordinary couples.

Near the hotel, it is a rich area, the scenery is quite good, the security is also quite good, breathing fresh air, Zhou Quanbei's mood is gradually relaxed.

Wang Yuwen's mood is also quite good.

Frankly speaking, the work in the officialdom office is all-encompassing and definitely not easy, even if it is an adult, it may not be able to bear it, not to mention that Wang Yuwen is just a little girl under the age of eighteen.

Although she can handle these tasks in an orderly manner, it is inevitable that she will lose some of the innocence she has at her age, and Zhou Quanbei also intends to give Wang Yuwen a holiday appropriately.

If you want the horse to run, of course, you have to feed the horse first.

The two walked through the streets of the wealthy area and came to the bustling street.

Although the two blocks are only separated by one road, the atmosphere is completely different.

The rich area is full of seclusion and elegance, like a floating fairyland, but the commercial area here, although noisy, has more fireworks in the world.

The official language of Kenya is English, and the majority of the population speaks Swahili, which is the most common language in all of Africa.

Although Zhou Quanbei doesn't understand this thing, Wang Yuwen, who was born in Africa, is very proficient, and most of the people can speak a little English, so there is not much obstacle to communication.

The two walked around the market, Wang Yuwen bought a lot of snacks like a little girl, and ate them while walking, but most of them were placed on Zhou Quanbei's body.

Zhou Quanbei couldn't help but be speechless, whether it is a big woman or a small woman, in essence, it is the same.

At this time, the two walked past a roadside stall, and Zhou Quanbei couldn't help but be attracted to his eyes.

This is a small stall selling old weapons, with more than a dozen old weapons, most of which are scimitars.

"Miss, I'll take a look at these things later." Zhou Quanbei stopped Wang Yuwen, who was about to walk forward, and stopped in front of this roadside stall.

The stall owner is a 6 or 70-year-old Arab old man, wearing a traditional white scarf on his head, and his face is full of the vicissitudes of life left by the years. These weapons are all real guys, and you promise not to lose. ”

Men are born with an irresistible attraction to weapons, just like women like cosmetics.

Of course, the same is true for Zhou Quanbei.

Before, the dagger that Zhou Quanbei got from Captain Hawke, although it was luxurious, but the size was too small after all, although it had a long tradition, it was just a carry-on item of a member of the Arab royal family back then, and it did not have any noble blood.

To put it simply, I haven't seen blood.

A real magic weapon must first come from the hands of a famous teacher, but the most important thing is to depend on his user.

An unknown knife, held in the hands of the emperor who reigns over the world, can still reign over the world, but ~~, a well-known treasure knife, held in the hands of a coward, can not kill even a chicken.

Zhou Quanbei is not a war~fight~dealer~, but deep down, he also admires it equally, like the first caliph of the Ottoman Turkish Empire, Osman I, holding the sword in his hand, and the three continents shook.

In this land, there is never a shortage of heroes, but again, there is never a shortage of invaders, and Zhou Quanbei also wants to try his luck here.

Wang Yuwen saw that Zhou Quanbei stopped, and hurriedly squatted down and came to Zhou Quanbei's side.

Before, the two were side by side, and Zhou Quanbei didn't feel much, but at this time, once the distance was indented, Zhou Quanbei could clearly smell the fragrance on Wang Yuwen's body.

Zhou Quanbei smiled faintly and casually picked up a scimitar with a very ordinary scabbard.

The old man smiled hurriedly, "The boss has good eyesight, this knife, but a pure Damascus scimitar, is from the hands of a famous craftsman, but unfortunately, over the years, the gems on her scabbard have been taken away, and only these remain." ”

Zhou Quanbei smiled, this set of rhetoric is no different from Huaxia stalls.

Wang Yuwen was very interested, and said with a smile: "Zhou, you can open it and take a look." ”

Zhou Quanbei smiled and nodded, holding the scabbard tightly in his left hand, holding the handle of the knife in his right hand, and slowly pulled out the knife body.

Although the knife body is slightly damaged, it can be seen that its owner should usually take good care of it, wipe and maintain it frequently, so that it still maintains enough dignity.

Zhou Quanbei relaxed his fingers, and slowly clenched the handle of the knife, and in an instant, an indescribable battle intent slowly penetrated into Zhou Quanbei's heart from the depth of the knife body.

It's as if this knife already has a soul.

Zhou Quanbei didn't know who the original owner of this knife was, but at this time, holding this knife could give Zhou Quanbei enough confidence, as if even if there were thousands of troops in front of him, he could still move forward.

"Old man, what is the origin of this knife?" Zhou Quanbei said to the old Arab man with a smile.

The old Arab man shook his head, "I don't know. This was passed down to me by my grandfather, though. Originally, I didn't plan to sell, but now, I have nothing left but to sell and make ends meet. Boss, if you like it, you can buy it. I'll only count you 10,000 dollars. ”

Zhou Quanbei couldn't help but smile, "Okay." ”

This knife is only sold for 10,000 US dollars, even if it is 1 million, 10 million, Zhou Quanbei will not hesitate, because Zhou Quanbei can feel that once, the man holding this knife was definitely a hero in the world.

The worst of all, but also a true warrior.

Saying that, Zhou Quanbei directly paid for this knife, and went to see other knives.

But it's a pity that maybe this knife is too sharp, and other knives have no place in front of it.

Zhou Quanbei finished buying the knife, Wang Yuwen bought some snacks, and the two came to the song and dance performance place that Wang Yuwen said before.

Tickets are expensive, costing $100.

In Mombasa, I am afraid that this is not destined to be appreciated by ordinary people, and its main customers should only be foreign high rollers.

But this was no problem for Zhou Quanbei, and he bought a ticket directly to enter the venue.

The interior design inside is also very emotional, elegant and simple, just like the Colosseum in Rome, inadvertently, it can bring the audience a sense of psychological satisfaction.

It's just that the performance is very disappointing for Zhou Quanbei, the dancing girl in this is obviously too dusty, and although the movements are very provocative ~ funny ~ sexual, but compared with Zhou Quanbei's intentions, it is really too far and too far.

Zhou Quanbei didn't know what the situation was when Genghis Khan's descendants conquered that land, but it should be obviously hundreds of grades higher than these people in front of him.

However, by the time of the Ilkhanate, the orthodox Persian civilization had been eroded in many ways.

Perhaps, only Alexander III, the emperor of the Macedonian Empire, conquered the Persian royal palace that he could truly witness this grand occasion.

But this performance is not without benefits, at least, it makes Wang Yuwen, who is beside Zhou Quanbei, a little blushing and heartbeat, her little hands are tightly tangled together, and her pretty face seems to be dripping water.

Zhou Quanbei naturally felt Wang Yuwen's twist, and couldn't help laughing: "Miss, what's wrong?" Are you okay? ”

Wang Yuwen couldn't help but be ashamed and angry, and said in her heart, if she had known that this was the case, she wouldn't have brought Zhou Quanbei over with her.

"I'm fine. What are you looking at me for? Do I have flowers on my face? ”

Wang Yuwen said, the performance on the stage has become more and more hot, and there are whistles and screams everywhere next to her, making her even more helpless.

Zhou Quanbei smiled, almost in Wang Yuwen's ear and said, "I suddenly feel that this performance is not interesting at all." Compared with the eldest lady, you are far behind. Why don't we go back and show me how you change your clothes and jump? ”

"You~." Wang Yuwen was ashamed and angry, "Dream about you." ”

But after a moment, she suddenly blinked her eyes wide, and said, "Do you really want to see me jump for you?" ”

Zhou Quanbei hurriedly nodded, and was just about to speak, when suddenly, a violent explosion suddenly sounded in front of him, and in an instant, the raging flames burned, bringing bursts of smoke.

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