"Hanada Junjiang, what a very interesting woman, hehe~"

Sitting in the middle of the car, smiling at the same lips??? ? Huo Ran ?Wen ?? ??? ．?ｒ?ａ?ｎ?? e?n'org Long Sun was slightly distracted, and he still felt endless aftertaste for the hearty Wushan ** not long ago. So much so that while cars are shuttling through Tokyo's busiest urban areas. The lights outside the window are red and green, full of colors. But Long Sun turned a blind eye to this.

Huang Deyuan, who was sitting in the front seat of the car and in the driver's seat, saw Long Yangyang's appearance through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but smack his lips, shook his head and said, "It's really unbearable." Hey, faucet, please think about women and women, can you not show such a disgusting expression. ”

Long Sun came back to his senses and scolded with a smile: "It's not big or small." Do you remember to call me the head of the dragon? Talking to the head of the dragon like this, according to the rules of the hundred and eight dragons, but he does not respect the elders, and he will have three knives and six holes. ”

Huang Deyuan shrunk his neck, deliberately showed a look of fear, and said, "Ah, yo, I'm so scared." Okay faucet, you can go to your own devices, and continue to drool. I promise not to speak again. ”

", when did Lao Tzu drool?" Long Sun scolded with a smile again. Before the words fell, his expression suddenly froze and his smile suddenly closed. Huang Deyuan noticed that something was wrong, and subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror again, and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

Long Sun shook his head and said, "I don't know either." It's just that all of a sudden...... A sensation arises. It seems that something very serious happened to someone with whom I had a very close relationship. Well...... Maybe...... This is what the legend calls a 'whim'?"

"People who have a very close relationship? it can't be the Dragon Father, the Tiger Mother, or the Zi Yanzhu, right?" Huang Deyuan muttered: "They are all in Xiangjiang, and they are protected by the elite bodyguards of the Hundred and Eight Dragons, so it stands to reason that nothing serious should happen." But other than that, the only person who can talk to you about the faucet is ......"

"Hanada Kimi-e?"

Blurted out the name. Let Long Sun's heart suddenly cover a layer of haze. He paused, and commanded in a condensed voice: "Bai Zhen will elect the location of the next president, that is, the residence of Shimazaki Akido, do you know the address? Hurry over immediately, hurry!"

Previously, when Long Sun came to Japan to carry out the mission of assassinating Shimazaki Akido, he had drawn up several different assassination plans. Among them is a plan to "infiltrate Shimazaki Akido's residence and assassinate him in his sleep". It's just that after several considerations, this plan was finally rejected.

But even so, during the operation, Huang Deyuan, who was responsible for driving the retreat of the Blood-Eyed Sword Dragon, still remembered Shimazaki Qiutang's place of residence clearly. At this moment, he didn't dare to slack off, immediately hit the steering wheel, manipulated the car to turn 180 degrees, and then stepped on the accelerator hard and galloped at full speed.

Thirty minutes seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. The car carries Long Taiyang and Huang Deyuan into a high-end residential area near Tokyo's "Nihonbashi" area. One of the largest traditional Japanese-style buildings in the residential area is the residence of Shimazaki Akido. However......

At this moment, the crooked door of the house was open, and three cars were piled up inside and outside the gate, as if there had been an extremely violent collision. There were pools of blood on the ground, but it still hadn't dried up.

Long Sun's face was slightly gloomy, and he took the lead in pushing the door and getting out of the car, and instructed Huang Deyuan: "For the sake of safety, follow me closely and don't leave a step." Then he walked to the mansion first. Huang Deyuan followed closely behind, following in the same direction, and did not dare to leave for a moment.

The more they walked into the house, the more they saw along the way, the more shocking they felt. I saw that from the entrance of the house to the corridor, everywhere was lying with corpses.

Without exception, these corpses all wore a badge of the White Truth Society on the placket of their clothes, and it was clear that all of them also belonged to the members of the White Truth Society. As for the manner in which they died, it was in a variety of shapes. Some were hacked to death with knives, some were covered with bullet holes, and some were simply broken by brute force, and their deaths were horrible and miserable.

"Namno, Ayaya, Brahma, Shutter Bowla, Bodhisattva, Mahabharva, Maha Gatharunigaya, Om, Sara Sara Punishment, Count Nathara Write ......"

Suddenly, the sound of chanting came from the living room of the mansion. I can faintly hear it, it seems to be ...... "Great Compassion Mantra"? Who is the person who actually recites the scriptures here?

Long Sun's face was slightly gloomy, and then he beckoned to Huang Deyuan and walked in the direction of the living room. The first step into the living room was suddenly stunned at the same time. I saw that in the dark living room, there were at least ten or seven or eight corpses. In the middle of it sat a thin figure, facing away from the door, clasping his palms together and muttering scriptures.

The scene in front of me is really weird. Huang Deyuan subconsciously pulled out the Glock pistol he was carrying, aimed the muzzle at the figure, and shouted: "Raise your hands and don't move." I'll drive ...... as soon as I move."

"Squeak~"

A shrill and ferocious hiss erupted abruptly. A black shadow about the size of an adult's fist jumped out of the darkness and pounced head-on towards Huang Deyuan. Between the lightning and the fire, the dragon sun can see it clearly. This mass is actually a little fox.

The little fox was snow-white and had a long tail in tow. It's lightning fast. The incident happened in a hurry, and even Long Sun didn't have time to intercept it, so Huang Deyuan couldn't react even more.

In an instant, the little fox pounced on Huang Deyuan's wrist, and without saying anything, he opened his mouth and bit it down suddenly. Huang Deyuan screamed in pain, his five fingers were loosened, and the Glock pistol was taken off. But before the pistol landed. The little fox had already let go of Huang Deyuan's wrist, jumped down, wrapped his pistol with his long tail, and ran to the thin figure with a smoke, standing up as if he was flattering, and his two little paws dangled to the ground, as if he was bowing.

The thin figure stopped reciting the scriptures. Instead, he reached out and gently stroked the little fox's head, and complimented, "Yo Xi Yo Xi." Good boy, good boy, so good. He took the pistol casually, but only put it on the floor beside him.

Through the moonlight shining through the window next to him, Long Sun and Huang Deyuan could see it clearly. This thin figure. It turned out to be a petite and beautiful girl. No matter how you look at it, she is never more than seventeen years old. He is dressed as a monk, and his big black eyes reveal a maturity that does not match his age. Even, there is a bit of vicissitudes that have long been weathered. Compared with her youthful appearance, it is by no means commensurate.

Long Sun showed an interesting expression, waved his hand to block Huang Deyuan, who wanted to make trouble, and asked in a condensed voice, "Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The girl took a deep breath and bowed deeply as she faced the dragon sun. In Chinese, he said softly: "The jackal makes a clan, the goddess is degenerate red, see the dragon sun of the hundred and eight dragon dragons." Mr. Long, the little girl is here to wait for you. ”

"The goddess of the jackal, depraved red?"

Long Sun's face was slightly gloomy, and he shouted: "What, do you want to avenge Zhou Wangwen? Or do you want to hate those jackals who died in my hands? But...... Well...... Hehe~ You're the only one here? ”

Fallen Red sighed softly and said, "Mr. Long, maybe you have misunderstood. I have come here to seek you today, neither for revenge nor for revenge. Just to ask Mr. Long's help to save someone. ”

Huang Deyuan interjected coldly next to him: "Save people, hmph, I don't care who you want to save." But in order to save this man, you actually killed all the people here? ”

Fallen Red bowed deeply again, and said softly: "Mr. Long and Mr. Huang, maybe they have misunderstood again. I didn't kill the people here. I'm just praying for them, hoping to transcend their dead souls and become Buddhas. ”

Huang Deyuan sneered: "Hmph, it's true." Do you really think that we are all fools, you can talk nonsense whatever you want?"

"No, she's telling the truth. ”

Long Sun condensed and said, "No matter who you are, once you kill someone, you will inevitably have murderous and dead aura on your body. In a short period of time, it is impossible to eliminate it. But in Miss Fallen Red, I didn't feel half a point of death or death. So the people here were not killed by her. ”

After a pause, Long Sun asked in a deep voice, "Then Miss Fallen Red, who do you want me to save?"

Fallen Liuhong sighed softly, and said in a condensed voice: "The person I want to ask Mr. Long to save is the leader of the Huatian group, the most powerful group within the Bai Zhenhui, Hanada Junjiang. But at the same time, Junjiang has another identity, that is, one of the twelve divine envoys of our jackal envoy clan: the fox envoy, Yuzao Yuqian. Ah, right. In the world, she has a third identity: the head of the beautiful family who has a thousand-year-old history and has been secretly influencing history with her beauty for a long time. ”

"Is it Junjiang? She's also a jackal? Moreover, she's the patriarch of the Mei clan......? What the hell is going on?"

To be honest, the amount of information brought out by the words of Fallen Red is too much. Even Long Sun, for a moment and a half, couldn't digest it.

Fallen Red sighed, "That's a long story. It's not a good place to talk, though. After a pause, she stood up. The weird little fox ran up to her shoulder, wrapped its long tail around her neck, and sat down comfortably.

Fallen Red stretched out his hand and said respectfully, "Mr. Long, Mr. Huang." If you can trust the little woman, then let's find another clean place to sit down, and then slowly elaborate. How?"

Long Sun Art is bold, and there is no hesitation at all. He nodded vigorously and said in a condensed voice, "Okay." "Take a big step and walk outside the house.

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