Tchaikov arranged everything, just waiting for his own people to pick it up, he firmly believed that after such a toss, Dick's ambition had died down, and he would inevitably return to his comfort nest with his tail between his own wishes to eat and wait for death, and this "cause" that had been passed down for several generations to protect the royal tomb from being disturbed could not and must not be destroyed in his own hands, and the news from the front was getting better and better, although he did a job with the aborigines and lost a helicopter, but the blood waterfall was slowly disappearing, This made Tchaikov even more convinced that if Dick was gone, then everything would be back to normal.

If Dick's fate is already sealed, why bother to fight? Tchaikov thought so, the hundreds of years of grievances between the two families would not make Tchaikov have any more pity for him, in fact, Tchaikov felt that even if he felt guilty about his ancestors' affairs and saved him from the volcano, all of this was enough to smooth out the betrayal hundreds of years ago.

Waiting is boring, the wine bottle in Tchaikov's pocket has also bottomed out, without vodka, this day is more difficult for Tchaikov than breaking into the volcano to rescue Dick, but unfortunately there are not many people in Dick's team who are obsessed with alcohol, Robert Lee is even a person who opposes drinking, alcohol is strictly forbidden in the expedition, and there is no internal microcirculation involving alcohol, which makes Tchaikov feel as if there are many small insects crawling under his skin, and he is extremely uncomfortable.

Tchaikov knew where to find wine, and the shoddy so-called "wine" in the town would not be drunk until he had to.

Tchaikov also had a skill that no one else could find, and that was that he could find wine anywhere, and it was good wine.

Dick was fine, although the hospital in the town was called a hospital, but Dick felt that he was not as professional as his own garage, and confirmed that Dick's life was not in danger, and the staff sent him back to the most luxurious suite in the town.

"That's what counts as a house." Dick went back to his suite and walked to the big bed that he had worked so hard to move to, and for days he was bumpy in the wilderness, and he didn't want to move in the soft bed. It would have been better if there was a gentle and sexy hostess on the big bed.

Dick thought of Xia Ruobing, this lovely oriental beauty has always been wrapped in a thick jacket, but even in this cold climate, her wonderful figure could not be covered by thick clothes, Dick imagined Xia Ruobing's smooth skin and delicate curves under the jacket. Sometimes, it's the things that can't be obtained that are more likely to arouse illusions.

"Dick, are you sure the location of the diamond mine is in this picture?" Along the way, Mr. Min couldn't agree with Dick's plan, but there seemed to be no better way.

"Of course, those symbols and poems are blindfolding." Dick turned over, absent-minded, and now his heart was full of Xia Ruobing's figure.

"It seems like it's a bit too big." Mr. Min is still a little worried, in case ......

"Dear Mr. Min, our opponent is Tchaikov, and if we don't make the scene bigger, we won't get anything once he comes to his senses," Dick sat up, leaning against the head of the bed, "can you pour me a drink?" I need a little alcohol to stimulate my thirsty heart! ”

"Whiskey? Red wine? Mr. Min walked over to the wine cabinet and asked.

"Nope! Have some fiery vodka! Dick said, "How is Xia Ruobing?" ”

"Everyone is fine, but Tchaikov doesn't seem to be very happy, Pandey dropped the plane, and he is angry at this time." Mr. Min said, pouring a small glass of wine and preparing to bring it to Dick.

"Ahh I knew you dude was going to have everything ready for me! Before Mr. Min had taken two steps, the door slammed open, and Tchaikov's voice poured into the ears of Mr. Min and Dick.

Dick was half-leaning on the head of the bed waiting for his wine, and Mr. Min was holding the wine glass by the wine cabinet, and before he could react, Tchaikov strode into the room, took the wine glass from Mr. Min's hand, raised his neck, and drank it all, the high vodka spicy across his throat, the pores of his whole body opened comfortably, and the bugs that were stirring under his skin finally stopped.

Tchaikov took the bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet into his hand, and then caught a glimpse of the sofa by the workbench in the room, Tchaikov pulled over the sofa as if he was in his own home, sat down on it, and then put his legs on the armrest of the sofa, looked at Dick, and said: "Dick, although you are a playboy, you have a taste for vodka to my liking." ”

"Am I going to thank you?" Dick couldn't help but reply without a hint of emotion.

"You're welcome, I'm just feeling pity for a dying man, but Grandpa Pandey is very sad now, for you, the plane that has been with him for decades crashed." Tchaikov squeezed his eyes exaggeratedly, he liked nothing more than to see Dick look defenseless now, which gave him a sense of overpower.

"Then you make me a detailed list of losses and send it to my accountant."

Mr. Min, who was standing awkwardly on the side, saw that the vodka had changed its owner in a blink of an eye, so he had to pour Dick a new glass of whiskey, but at this time, Dick's idea of drinking, together with Xia Ruobing, who had just fantasized, was washed away by Tchaikov's arrival, and he took the wine and put it on the bedside.

"I have to admit, Dick, you're still very strong, and the crash didn't even kill you." Tchaikov raised the bottle, took a sip of vodka, and said playfully as he looked at Dick, who was a little sluggish.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come here, I should have stayed in a warm place and enjoyed the last days of my life."

"Correct! Dick, you have figured it out," cried Tchaikov, "accept your fate, Dick, your fate has been decided from the moment old Tchair opened the tomb, and if it had not been for the desperate protection of our family, Tchaicher's blood would have been severed long ago. ”

"Do I have to thank you?" Dick sarcastically said.

"No, Dick, just be a good baby, never think about the tomb and the diamond again, and everything will be fine." Tchaikov squeezed his eyes.

"You and I actually know that the red dragon is just a cover to deceive those ignorant people. Is there any red dragon in this world? If it had, it would have been long overdue to destroy the world. Dick sneered.

"As long as this legend protects the tomb, I don't care if it's red or black," Tchaikov took a sip of wine, "Dick, I promise not to touch a single son in the diamond mine, and you, never, never come back, oh, maybe forever too long, at least not for this life, and for your descendants!" ”

"Tchaikov, Dick has just woken up, let's not disturb his rest." Mr. Min felt that such a conversation was meaningless, and that any further conversation would involve the hatred of the two families.

"Mr. Min, don't come again, be your cultural relics broker well, don't care about Loulan's secrets anymore, it's my responsibility." Tchaikov turned to Mr. Min and said very seriously.

Mr. Min was a little embarrassed and had to remain silent.

"Tchaikov, your ancestors are nothing more than lowly dogs in the Loulan royal family! What qualifications do you have to represent Loulan......" Dick finally couldn't help it and said angrily.

"But I still have Loulan's blood in my body, protecting the royal tomb of Loulan, old Citchell as the guardian of the royal tomb, it was he who opened the sealed royal tomb and diamond mine, it was he who brought the disaster back to the earth, and your ancestors have not repented until you! It is my family who is guarding the royal tomb, fulfilling the duty of the guardian of the royal tomb. ”

"Your family?" Dick sneered, "If it weren't for your clan betraying my ancestors, how could there be your clan?" ”

Hearing Dick say this, Tchaikov stood up "Teng", and the bottle in his hand was about to be raised and smashed on Dick's head, but Mr. Min took two steps forward and tried to stop Tchaikov.

Old Tchaikov did some despicable things to the royal tomb, and in a way, he did betray old Tchaicher, which was a hidden pain that the Tchaikov family did not want to mention, but seeing Mr. Min coming to stop him, Tchaikov considered that these grievances should not be known to outsiders, so he resisted the idea of beating Dick, put the raised wine bottle to his mouth, and poured a big sip hard, which suppressed the anger in his heart.

"Well, Dick, enjoy your last days. Remember, never fight the idea of the Red Dragon again, this is the territory of the Tchaikov family, oh, I will send you a bouquet of flowers for your funeral. Tchaikov felt no need to talk to Dick any longer, as long as he obediently left. After saying that, Tchaikov did not return the vodka, and put it in his coat pocket.