Domliksava's eyes stared blankly at Biaozi's back, to be honest, this meeting was too hasty, and Biaozi's head turned too fast, she felt a little similar, but she wasn't sure yet.

The Russian young man next to him looked a little strange when he saw her: "Domliksava, are you not feeling well?" ”

Domliksava shook his head: "No, the guy in front of him, like a villain I've seen before. ”

The Russian followed her gaze for a moment: "Really? Do you want me to beat him up? ”

Domliksava said: "I don't know if I confessed my mistake, but if I didn't, I should arrest him and punish him with the harshest punishment!" ”

The Russian volunteered: "It's easy, I'll go and pull him back for you." ”

After saying that, he strode towards Biaozi, and was about to shout out to Biaozi Zhanzhu, when Ambassador Sherley came out of the gate: "Isn't this Joseph?" And Miss Domlik Sava, it's a pleasure to meet you. I didn't expect you to come so early, and I can tell you very clearly that you are my first guest today, and I am very honored to have it, so please sit inside. ”

Joseph had apparently forgotten about the Chinese scoundrel and accepted the invitation to walk in, but Domliksava asked, "Mr. Ambassador, can you ask who the Chinese who just came out of here is?" ”

Sherley was stunned for a moment: "You just went out?" Oh, that's to help me buy vegetables, you know it's better to go to the Chinese vegetable market to bargain or the Chinese, if we French go, we will definitely be slaughtered fiercely, the Chinese are not friendly to us, they will not be polite. ”

Domliksava thought that this person had been in the embassy for a long time, so he must have recognized the wrong person. Thinking about it again, I just came to Dongjiaomin Lane, and it doesn't make sense that those bandits will follow me immediately, maybe it's just looks, right?

"What's the matter, pretty young lady?" Minister Sherley asked.

Domliksava didn't want to reminisce about the past, and said at the moment: "It's nothing, I recognized the wrong person." ”

If Domliksava had been given another look and looked closely, she would have recognized it. But now, a crisis that could almost leave Yang Xiaolin dead without a place to bury has passed for the time being.

Sometimes doing things is like this, no matter how thoughtful a thing is, there are uncertain factors that will affect success or failure.

God will always give both sides the same number of opportunities, and whoever can grasp it will be the winner of Zuihou.

Yang Xiaolin took the rice to the people who were working, and when he saw Nyerere also standing aside, he also sent a bowl of noodles to Nyerere: "Nyerere, have you had breakfast?" ”

His noodles are served with lard and some chopped green onions, which smell particularly fragrant. Nyerere's nose moved twice: "Not yet, you sent it at the right time, a qualified cook." ”

Yang Xiaolin gave him the noodles and gave him a pair of chopsticks, Nyerere was obviously quite skilled with chopsticks, found a big stone and put the noodles down, and didn't forget to say before eating: "xiexie." ”

Yang Xiaolin's eyes looked around: "Are all your people standing guard today?" ”

Nyerere did not doubt the cook's intentions in the slightest: "Yes, those French people are going to a drinking party, and there are only two of them standing at the door to make a show. ”

"Weishenme does not let the Indians stand guard?"

"They? Forget it. Lu, remember to deduct some of the delicious food on my plate today, I don't want to eat the leftovers of those Frenchmen. ”

Yang Xiaolin agreed: "No problem, how about deducting some more wine for you?" ”

Nyerere smiled, and a mouthful of white teeth leaked out, "You are simply God." ”…,

The two of them were hahadaxiao at the same time, but at this time, the voice of the French nobleman came from behind him very discordantly: "What are you doing!" ”

This time he said it in Chinese, Yang Xiaolin could understand it, and turned around busily: "Oh, Nyerere hasn't had breakfast yet, I'll bring him some food." ”

The nobleman raised his head high, his chin and neck were almost ninety degrees: "Do you have a lot of time?" ”

Yang Xiaolin didn't say anything, and the nobleman looked at Nyerere again: "Nyerere, your position seems to be next to the big tree next to you, right?" ”

"I just ate a bowl of noodles, and I was really hungry. Captain of the guard, don't worry, I won't delay things. ”

Nyerere said a little Vino, this is not his character at all, Yang Xiaolin knows that this guy is a bloody person. From Nyerere's eyes, Yang Xiaolin saw his hidden anger, but it was more of a grievance and helplessness. Nyerere had ideals, he needed a French nationality, and that nationality was about to be obtained, so he had to endure it even if he was angry.

The Frenchman was unmoved, and pointed to the tree: "Stand there!" ”

Nyerere's chest heaved a little, and the eyes of many people around him turned to him, including Chinese, blacks, and French. The look was sympathetic, disdainful, or gloating. Nyerere slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand under the gaze of so many eyes.

The French aristocrat knocked the bowl of noodles on the ground, and then yelled at Yang Xiaolin: "Clean up!" ”

At the moment when he knocked over the noodles, Nyerere's footsteps paused slightly, and Yang Xiaolin didn't say anything, picking up the broken porcelain bowl piece by piece. At this time, he heard the Frenchman say something again, this sentence was said in French, and Yang Xiaolin didn't understand.

As soon as these words landed, Yang Xiaolin saw that Nyerere's whole person suddenly turned around and pounced on the Frenchman, his expression was extremely excited, and he grabbed the guy's neck and shouted loudly.

The Frenchman was no match for Nyerere at all, and although he struggled hard, he couldn't get rid of Nyerere's strong arms, and soon his white face was pinched red. Yang Xiaolin didn't want to have any accidents before he did it, so he hurriedly went up and hugged Nyerere's arm: "Nyerere!" Let go, you'll strangle him! ”

"I'm going to strangle him! How dare he call me a! ”

Yang Xiaolin was stunned in his heart, in fact, he also called Nyerere a in his heart, but he didn't say it, he didn't expect Nyerere to be so disgusted by this word, but fortunately he didn't call him that.

Yang Xiaolin used all his strength to move Nyerere's arm away: "Okay, okay!" If you're pinching, don't even think about being a comprador in China! ”

Nyerere got rid of it twice, Yang Xiaolin never let go, Nyerere is very excited now, he may really kill someone if he lets it go!

The French nobleman was not noble at this time, he didn't dare to fight Nyerere at all, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Nyerere.

"What are you doing?"

Someone had already run to inform Minister Sherley, and Minister Sherley came in time, and his presence made the hot scene suddenly quiet, and he looked at Nyerere, and then at the guard officer, and obviously understood something.

Then there was the conversation between the three of them, which Yang Xiaolin couldn't understand, but it seemed that Sherley was a more foolish person, and it didn't take long for Nyerere and the Frenchman's anger to disappear. The French put away the gun, and Nyerere turned around and walked to where he should stand, Yang Xiaolin realized at this time that the arms he was holding Nyerere were sore, this guy is really strong!

But I finally hugged it myself, and no one died.

Yang Xiaolin took a breath, it's good if he doesn't die, if he dies, it may affect his own Jihua.

As soon as this thought landed, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his head: "What will happen if someone really dies?" ”

Yang Xiaolin's eyes looked at the French nobleman, and then at Nyerere, if Nyerere really killed him, then what would Sherley do? If he had been Sherley, he would have locked up Nyerere, and in that case, none of the black soldiers would have been able to use them.

If the man was no longer killed by Nyerere, would Nyerere be willing to let him be arrested? Yang Xiaolin was suddenly a little excited, his eyes emitted a light, staring at the disappearing back of the French guard, Yang Xiaolin suddenly decided that he wanted to kill!