Kuang Jinhua looked at it with a glance and hunger, so as to know that this Zhu Yu was a chivalrous and courageous act, in the Himalayas, he not only swept away a group of ruffians and bullies who played soy sauce, but also let the ferocious foreigners also drink a pot.

Finally knowing the news of this son-in-law, Kuang Jinhua couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But when I saw that the article said that Jiang Zhuhui and others came back, and Zhu Yu was still staying at that time, Kuang Jinhua's heart that had just relaxed quickly hung up again.

Look at this open-minded person, everyone knows how to stop in moderation, and come back when you should come back, but you don't understand, brain-dead?......

A few days ago, he received information that a young man who resembled Zhu Yu went to the Himalayas Special Administrative Region to find the Qiankun True Scripture that had long been lost and dealt with the secret weapons of the Fuso ninjas.

This Qiankun True Scripture is worthy of being the nemesis of the cherry blossom needle, so Oshima has been paying attention to Zhu Yu's treasure hunting.

Oshima Kumaji is now staring at the Himalayas Special Administrative Region in the map of China, which is full of extremely high altitude, cold and frozen snowy mountains, and it is said that there are forces from various countries here, it is estimated that Zhu Yu will not be easy to come here to hunt for treasure, but Oshima Kumaji only heard that Zhu Yu arrived here, and then the news was cut off.

"Ring, ring, ring" The phone on Oshima's desk rang, interrupting his train of thought.

Oshima Kumaji frowned, now he was thinking about Zhu Yu's tracks almost all day, and a phone call at this time really made him a little uncomfortable.

But after thinking about it, is there news from Zhu Yu again? So he picked up the phone.

"What's the matter?" Kumaji Oshima picked up the phone and asked impatiently.

"Mr. Oshima, I have found out that the guy surnamed Zhu got an ancient book from Ahmedna, a leader of a large tribe in the Himalayan Special Administrative Region, which is said to be the legendary Qiankun Sutra, but the words in the ancient book have disappeared for some reason, and it is said that he has obtained another news, I don't know how to restore the words on the ancient book to Jianhai Lake, Zhu Yu is now on his way back to school, and I don't know when he will go to Jinghai Lake, and he is closely monitoring the movements of this surnamed Zhu."

"Qiankun True Scripture?" Oshima Kumji frowned, "Aren't there still fierce Anglos and Brahmins there?" Is there no way to have the surname Zhu? They've got guns!"

"You can get rid of the Anglo and Brahmins, although they beat the Ahmad tribe to the ground, but they let the one surnamed Zhu be wiped out with their backhand! As for their guns you mentioned, in front of the strong cultivator surnamed Zhu, they are almost like burning sticks! So what's next? Please ask Mr. Oshima to make it clear, is he going to kill the killer on the way back to school with the surname Zhu? ”

Oshima Kumaji rubbed his head, and only said after a while: "Keep an eye on him first, don't act rashly, and listen to my orders." ”

"Yes, Mr. Oshima." The subordinate replied in a very dry voice.

Oshima Xiongji put down the phone, snorted coldly, and said to himself: "The surname is Zhu, Lao Tzu will let your little life live for a few more days, and what you have lost from you, sooner or later Lao Tzu will get back even the principal with interest." ”

……

"Yangming, are there any arrangements for the afternoon?"

In the afternoon, there was no class, and Kuang Jinhua suddenly asked Wang Yangming.

"What's the matter, Sister Jinhua, are you in trouble?" Wang Yangming couldn't help but ask strangely.

"Oh, it's not a big deal to talk about, that is, didn't you show me the school newspaper, I want to visit the reporter surnamed Jiang and ask why Zhu Yu hasn't come back?"

"Okay." Wang Yangming replied happily.

Kuang Jinhua and Wang Yangming came to the school newspaper for the first time, which can be called the temple of school literature.

In this gray brick bungalow, there is a fragrance of newspapers and ink, and there are literary philosophers who are busy walking around.

The two of them looked at each other curiously, their eyes wide open.

"This classmate, where do Jiang Zhuhui and Reporter Jiang work?" Wang Yangming pulled over a girl who passed by and asked softly.

Wang Yangming asked this question well, you can see that the school newspaper is full of people, everyone looks like experts and scholars, gorgeous and awesome, in fact, it is the same as the two of them, half a catty to eight taels, many of them are students in the liberal arts class who come to play part-time roles.

"Ah, it's the innermost one." The girl gestured with her hand.

The two of them followed the direction of the girl's hand and came to the innermost room.

The door was open, and the two looked up, only to see a girl with her back to them, carefully fiddling with a pot of blue poppies on the desk, staring intently.

"This blue poppy grows so beautifully." Kuang Jinhua couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"Of course, the blue poppies of the Himalayas are not bad." The girl didn't look back.

"But don't you get bored of looking at these flowers and plants?" Wang Yangming interjected.

The girl still shook her head without looking back, "No, I feel very comfortable watching it grow up every day." ”

Speaking of this, the girl suddenly felt that the voice of the person she was talking to seemed a little unfamiliar, so she turned her head.

Only once did the whole person hit a spirit, and he was stunned for a moment, "Hey, may I ask who you two are?" Who are you looking for?"

Seeing this, Kuang Jinhua hurriedly stepped forward: "Oh, you are Jiang Zhuhui and Jiang reporter, I am Zhu Yu." ”

Stunned for a moment, she really couldn't understand Ning Qingxue's actions. Even Ye Mo liked flowers and plants at the beginning, but he was not as obsessed with Ning Qingxue, he spent some time taking care of it every day at most, and the rest of the time seemed to be doing other things.

Kuang Jinhua hurriedly picked up and said: "Oh, you are Jiang Zhuhui and Jiang reporter, right?" I'm Zhu Yu's wife Kuang Jinhua, I came to you to ask about Zhu Yu, do you know why he hasn't come back? ”

Jiang Zhuhui was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that Zhu Yu still had a wife, and she came back to her senses and said: "Oh, I heard that he still has some things to do, and it is estimated that he is on his way back after finishing his work." ”

A few people were chattering, and a man rushed in with a flower in his hand, followed by two men.

When the man saw Jiang Zhuhui, he stepped forward and said, "Hui'er, Amitabha, you have finally returned, and I know from the report you published that you were finally saved, which really worries me to death." Then he wanted to hand the flowers to Jiang Zhuhui, but Jiang refused to accept it.

And snatched the white way: ''Are you worried?'' If you had been worried, you wouldn't have left me and ran away. ”

Obviously, this duke is the boyfriend of the provincial newspaper editor who went with Jiang Zhuhui and later left her and fled.

''Hui'er, you can't blame me for this, I also had a hard time at that time. The boyfriend quibbled.

''What's the problem?'' is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, here I can tell you clearly, in the future, we will have no relationship with each other, the bridge will return to the bridge, the road will return to the road, and you will not pester me with a dead face in the future. ”

"Hui'er, don't say it so well, I was wrong last time, I sincerely apologize to you here, let's start again, okay?" The boyfriend didn't let go.

Jiang Zhuhui said: "You still die of that heart." ”

Her boyfriend said again: "Hui'er, for the sake of our relationship for many years, will you give me another chance?"

Jiang Zhuhui said: "It's late, it's useless for you to say anything now." ”

''Are you serious?'' Her boyfriend raised his voice.

''Seriously, of course!'' How's that, you want to play tricks, don't you?" Jiang Zhuhui did not back down.

"Okay, death Sanba, it's really shameless, it seems that I have to give you some color to see!"

Seeing the poor dagger, her boyfriend suddenly showed a vicious face.