Chapter 118: The Morning Gaze

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"Diller, it's time for us to go, wait for that damn professor to rush again."

Next to this burly middle-aged man, another tall Uyghur middle-aged man pushed him and whispered.

It is spoken in Chinese.

Diller doesn't know much language, just Mongolian and Chinese, a little bit of Russian, and as for the Uyghur who is now dressed up, he doesn't know Uyghur at all, so for a while, he has played a mute Uyghur who fled from northern Xinjiang with two big brothers of the same clan.

The person who pushed him was Vykov.

Diller did not move, but looked solemnly at the little child with a big gun in his hand not far away, if you remove the beard, you can see how shocked and serious Diller's expression is.

"Vykov, I saw something incredible."

Diller whispered, "Look at that kid over there. ”

Vykov and Lyosako, who had stopped, followed Diller's gaze curiously.

Vykov whispered: "Is it the little kid who plays with sticks?" ”。

Farther away, there are other children in the brick factory who also come out early to play, or memorize texts that love to learn. Vykov was sure if it was the little child who brushed the stick.

Dieller nodded definitely, his eyes did not blink, and he never left the small figure for a moment, it seemed that this little figure had infinite magic to attract him, and said in a deep voice: "This little child is so powerful"

Vikov and Liao Shako both looked at it curiously, both of them have undergone special training, and their skills are very good, and the seven or eight big men who are waiting for them are definitely very easy to throw down, but it is only high-intensity training in the West, and they really don't know much about the Eastern boxing techniques, and they looked carefully at the small figure shaking a wooden stick with the tip of a knife, as if it was very powerful, but they couldn't understand anything.

It's just that the two of them can instinctively sense a danger.

From the body of a child who is no more than eight years old, two top international agents actually feel the danger.

Liao Shake's face suddenly became serious, his eyes stared, and he said in a deep voice: "How is he powerful?" Better than you? ”

Vykov even instinctively moved his hand to his waist, and at the slightest danger, he would draw his gun to ensure his own safety.

"Hmm"

In the suspicious eyes of the two, Diller nodded affirmatively, and said: "This kid is very powerful, with this gun in hand, I am not his opponent." I never thought I would encounter such a demon here, he was no more than seven years old. ”

Suddenly, the kid picked up his spear and turned around, the tip of which was pointed at Vykov.

Diller immediately turned his head, looked at Vykov, touched this guy's hand around his waist, and immediately understood what was going on, his eyes became more solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Vykov, stop your movements, don't look at him with murderous eyes, you have alarmed him." ”

Vykov didn't know why, but when he looked at the little kid over there, he did point the tip of the gun that flashed with cold light at himself, and the cold even stimulated his throat, and the other party stabbed directly at the position of his throat, and his heart was suddenly horrified, and he hurriedly listened to Diller's words, removed his hand, and looked into the distance without the slightest emotion.

In comparison, Liao Shako is much more sophisticated, and he has long been accustomed to not being surprised, looking at Wang Hengxiao very casually, then looking away and asking in a low voice: "Diler, what's the matter?" What does this imp do? He found us? ”

Seeing that the child was still looking at the three of them, Diller hurriedly turned around and pulled away to overcome the crowd in front of him with Liao Shako, before answering Liao Shako's question: "Awesome, amazing"

After admiring a few words, he said slowly: "Vykov, chief, we have met a master, and I think we can't continue to stay here." He may have noticed something wrong with us. ”

"Diller, how did he find out?"

Liao Shako asked in a deep voice: "Is he really as powerful as you say?" ”

Another sentence, Liao Shako didn't say, it was just a little ghost that I could lift with one hand and throw it more than ten meters away.

Diler wanted to turn his head and take another look, but he didn't dare, and sighed in a low voice: "That is the realm that our martial arts practitioners dream of, although he is young, his boxing realm is very high, at least not worse than me." And his understanding of boxing has almost reached the point of transparency, I can see from his marksmanship, Chief, I dare say, if you and Vykov don't use firearms, they are not his opponents when they go together, and they may stab you to death in two direct strokes. ”,

"We martial arts practitioners have a legend, that is, to reach a supreme realm, you can comprehend the method of sincerity, and if you don't see or hear, you can know the danger of the way. Vykov had a hostile look in his eyes just now, which he felt very clearly. He has come into contact with this supreme realm, and he may be able to comprehend that realm in a few years, or ten years. When the time comes, no one in this world will be able to kill him, unless he wants to die."

"The most important thing is that he is a little child, I never dared to believe that such a thing would happen, my master is not as high as his."

Diller's masters, Lyosako and Vikov, were one of several martial arts masters in Mongolia and one of the top masters, who opened a large gym in Mongolia that is said to have been passed down for generations.

"So let's kill him now?"

Vykov said suddenly. Just now, that little cold light and a pair of staring eyes gave him a sense of danger, anything dangerous, Vykov would use his own strength to clear it, so that the danger would no longer exist.

"You're going to die."

Dieller said directly: "He's just a child, just a child who lives here, and he has no intersection with us, so there will be no conflict." Boss, Vykov, if it's safe, I think we'd better get out of here. ”

Liao Shako said in a deep voice: "Diller is right, he is just a child, let's leave it alone, and don't leave for the time being." Just stabilized, see again in a while. I asked Bert to help me get some news in Russia, but it hasn't come back yet, so we'll wait, and in a month at most, we'll go straight to the northern border. ”

Diller and Vykov nodded.

Then he and the two dozen Uighur workers around him came to the place where they were working and began their day's work in order to earn 10 yuan.

Perhaps, the three of them are not just to earn ten dollars, they just don't stay in the house every day to be suspected, and all they need is a job.

………………

That little kid is naturally Wang Hengxiao.

Wang Hengxiao kept watching the group of Uyghurs disappear behind the dirt bag, but the feeling of danger lingered.

Last night, after a breakthrough through real and more mature means, there was finally great progress. I can clearly feel that the senses of the body are much stronger, and I can't adapt to it for a while at first.

The sound of someone talking from fifty meters away reached his ears.

The scenery from 200 meters away is clearly visible.

The skin can feel the surge of airflow and contact with the pores.

In the dark, the sense of danger around him is more acute.

Wang Hengxiao knew very clearly that he used external force to push his martial arts realm to a high level.

"Those three people spoke Chinese, Chief, Vikov, Diller...... This is the name of the Russians...... Could it be a Russian spy? ”

When he was closest just now, Wang Hengxiao was only more than fifty meters away from the three of them, so he could hear their conversation, and he was speaking Chinese, so he naturally understood everything.

From this, the identities of these three people were probably guessed.

Eighty percent are Russian spies.

Perhaps, it was Balak who chased after him from Mongolia and did not catch them.

Wang Hengxiao's thoughts were clear, and the combination of many clues and what he saw and heard, he immediately deduced many possibilities. At the moment, the biggest speculation is likely to be the three people from Mongolia.

"Shall I tell Senior Brother Lin?"

Wang Hengxiao contradicted that what annoyed him the most was to participate in these things, but there were such big instability and risk factors around him, and Wang Hengxiao was really not at ease.

Do not say

Do it yourself

Wang Hengxiao's eyes were firm, the spear in his hand shook, and a lot of spears flashed out.

At eight o'clock, the cold light bloomed in the air.

………………

"Wang Hengxiao, go to my house to eat mulberry at noon."

At the end of class, Yang Qin pushed Wang Hengxiao, who was lying on the table, and said with hope in his eyes.

What class did he take just now, Wang Hengxiao seemed to be a little confused, there was not a single book on the table, they were all in the schoolbag in the drawer, and the schoolbag seemed to have not been opened for a while.

It's about to enter June, and time flies quickly, and the spring season suddenly turns into a hot summer.

At this time, mulberry is also just ripe, which is one of the few unique fruits in Xinjiang.

Yang Qin's yard has a small orchard, about two acres of land, with mulberry trees, apple trees, pear trees, and a grape trellis. The old Xinjiang people in Xinjiang have grape trellises in their homes.

Wang Hengxiao's memory of Yang Qin's family in his previous life is a shady grape trellis, a lush orchard, when the fruit trees are ripe, Yang Qin climbs around the trees like a boy to pick fruits, and will bring them to school every day for Wang Hengxiao to eat.

Sangzi is also Wang Hengxiao's favorite early-maturing fruit, and there may be only one fruit that naturally ripens at this time.

Thinking of the sweet and sour taste, Wang Hengxiao couldn't help swallowing her saliva, Yang Qin giggled, and Wang Hengxiao smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, I'll go to your house for dinner at noon, and I want to eat mulberry." ”

I remember that the mutton soup made by Yang Qin's mother is very delicious, and the handmade noodles are even better, unlike the knife-cut noodles made by my father, which is the same as eating boiled steamed buns. Although Yang Qin's family is of Han nationality, they have lived here for two generations, and it has basically become a custom for Xinjiang locals, who like to eat noodles and mutton.

"Hehe, okay, you can ride my car and take me to my house after school."

Yang Qin laughed happily, for so long, he had to invite Wang Hengxiao to his house several times, but only this time he succeeded. I don't know why, but I'm very happy anyway.

Chapter 118: The Morning Gaze

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