Daleng was surprised: "Use it for me?" You don't want to go ......" was stopped by Xu Qinghuang's finger as soon as he was halfway through the words: "Shhhhhh We'll talk about that later. ”

After speaking, his eyes swept around the hall left and right, and finally fixed on the rosewood coffee table, Xu Qing made a silent gesture, walked slowly to the coffee table, bent down and reached out from a piece of thing that looked like a wooden tumor on the edge of the coffee table, and spread it in the palm of his hand to Da Leng to take a look, five fingers tight, click! Crumpled this thing into a pile of slag.

The palm of his hand fell, and the crushed bugs fell on the carpet one after another, Xu Qing clapped his hands and said, "Okay, you can speak now." ”

Daleng frowned and looked at the pile of waste slag, and said in a low voice: "Who installed this?" I didn't expect there to be such a thing in the palace of the Khan. ”

Xu Qing smiled: "Don't care who pretended to do it, anyway, it's a piece now, you will go to bed very early later, I have never gone out in this place, many people have seen it, right!" ”

Daleng didn't turn a corner for a while, what does this mean? Are you telling me to go back to my room and sleep? So he nodded very happily and said, "Okay, I'll go back to my room and sleep immediately, if I can't sleep, it's a big deal to shoot two shots and count thousands of sheep." ”

Xu Qing rolled his eyes and said, "Stroke your face, I told you to stay here honestly, creating an illusion that I didn't go out, and then I'll go ......" said halfway through stretching out two fingers and clamping it, making a purse action.

Daleng probably understood what he meant, and said thoughtfully: "You want to play with the golden cicada shelling, right?" ”

As soon as these words came out, it was Xu Qing's turn to be surprised, and he stretched out his hand and patted Daleng on the shoulder: "Good boy, you really have you, even the golden cicada knows that it is out of its shell." ”

Daleng scratched the back of his head and said: "I used to watch Chinese Peking Opera, but when it comes to enjoyment, it is still those DVDs from the island country, one of which is 600 tugrik in Ulaanbaatar, which is very good." ”

Xu Qing immediately understood that this product was talking about the ethics of the little devil, and this product actually compared those light and slippery meat rolls with our Peking Opera in China, which is a bastard.

"Come on, less ink, come in with me and put on makeup." Xu Qing rolled his eyes, grabbed Daleng's shoulders and dragged him directly into the bedroom.

About a kilometer east of the Khan's palace, there is a European castle-style villa, surrounded by a three-meter-high wall, where there are no other buildings on all sides, and the large villa seems to be lonely, making people feel an indescribable sense of oppression at night.

From time to time in the wall, you can see a little yellow-green glow flickering, a black shadow runs along the green land next to the wall, if you find an unknown person entering the villa, it will immediately surround it quietly and quickly, this is the purest breed mastiff, there are nine in total, every night the owner of the villa will let them out to move around freely, the intention is self-evident, in order to ensure safety.

Originally, the residents of the royal city could not close their doors at night, because most of the residents here have the same surname, at least everyone belongs to the same tribe, and the security situation in the city is very good.

It was already late at night, and there was silence around the villa, and a figure was quietly leaping from a distance, like a ghost in the dark night.