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Three days before Christmas, Fuso, Osaka City.

The criss-crossing, horizontal and vertical urban distribution is a common feature of Fusang city. The streets are extremely clean, thanks to the good environmental awareness of their citizens.

Of course, it is limited to their own territory. If it is outside the territory, they don't care so much, otherwise there will be no incident of nuclear waste water being dumped into the Pacific Ocean.

Fusang also has a high level of popularization among citizens, which is worth learning, and that is disaster warning education.

Of course, this is also because Fuso is a country full of disasters. There is no way, either typhoons, tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanoes that may erupt at any time.

If you don't practice well, the death rate is too high.

In a luxurious guest house suite in Osaka City, there are seven figures.

On the largest sofa in the middle of the living room, sat a bald old man, dressed in a plain beige padded jacket, with two walnuts in his hand.

It was the most senior spiritual being in China, the head of Maotian Village, Gu Yuan.

On the single sofa on the left, sat a middle-aged man with a mole at the corner of his eye, sitting comfortably, lying on his back, looking at the ceiling.

It is Jiang Yichen who is known as the number one casual cultivator in China and the champion of the three-time martial arts competition.

And on the double sofa on the right, sat a pretty and pleasant young woman with an extraordinary temperament and a bit of extravagance. She wore a pale yellow top and white slacks, she was the bright moon.

Sitting next to her was her unjust boyfriend, the current guardian of Huaxia Wanling Pavilion, Xilou.

The two were very close, and Xilou's hands behind his back were always dishonest, trying to wrap his arms around Mingyue's waist, but Mingyue pinched her around his waist instead.

Xilou took a deep breath, and then calmed down.

Opposite Gu Yuan, there were two dining tables and chairs. Sitting on them were brothers and sisters Haining who looked alike and looked stern. They were looking at the tablet in their hands seriously, as if they were looking up some information.

And on the ground next to Yan Ning, a young man with a bulbous nose was sitting cross-legged on a high-end plush carpet, looking up and left, it seemed that he hadn't seen such a luxurious room much, and he thought it was a novelty.

It was Tang Yixing, a delivery man from a well-known company in Huaxia.

In this room is the last seven-member team of this feather cultivation operation, the Fusang team.

At this time, Jiang Yichen suddenly sat up from his supine position, and winked at the west building with a very serious expression.

Xilou understood, and solemnly whispered to Mingyue beside him: "Someone seems to be coming outside, Brother Jiang and I will go and have a look."

Then the two walked out.

At the corner of the stairs, Xilou and Jiang Yichen looked around carefully.

Afterwards, the corners of the mouths of the two of them rose, gradually becoming abnormal, and showing smirks at the same time.

"Hahahaha, thank you, Big Brother Jiang, for your help. To be honest, I have been here for three or four days, and I am really overwhelmed."

Jiang Yichen said with a smile: "Let's go, hurry up."

Pfft!

Xilou knelt down directly, and then his face became frowning, and when he turned his head, it turned into a smiling face again: "Hey, wife, I just checked with Brother Jiang, and there is no one, I just want to go down to check again .”

Mingyue looked at Xilou expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Aren't you suffocating? Where are you suffocating? Let me hear."

"Uh, it's like this. I want to bring some Fusang specialties to Dad, but I haven't been able to find a suitable method and channel, so I'm panicking." Xilou said nonsense in a serious manner.

Jiang Yichen also helped to speak: "Um, that brother and sister, I must have misunderstood, there is no one, no one."

Mingyue glanced at Jiang Yichen, and said seriously: "Yan Hai has a result, let's talk about business."

As soon as these words came out, Xilou and Jiang Yichen's expressions instantly became serious, this time they were really serious, and the three of them returned to the room together.

Yan Hai put down the tablet, magnified a message through holographic projection, and said in a deep voice, "The news of the subject's death has come out last night, and the Baiding police in Fusang have already judged it as an accidental death."

After finishing speaking, Yan Hai looked at Xilou, and Xilou said proudly: "This is the technique I learned from my brother. He said that the more advanced an assassin is, the better he will be at pretending to be an accidental death during an assassination." , Those assassins who are killed in public, everyone can see that they are homicides, they cannot be called killers, they can only be called dead soldiers."

Liang Ye, as No. 2 in the killer rankings, is naturally proficient in various methods of forging scenes and destroying evidence. The West Building has learned a lot from what he has seen and heard.

Yan Hai released another message. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice: "There is a small accident here. Let's take a look. I don't know if it will affect our plan."

After everyone saw it, their faces changed slightly, and Xilou took the lead with a smile and said: "Ahahaha, this is a good thing, this guy was killed by his own countrymen in public, he is so happy, eat sushi tonight! Just eat it!" seats."

Mingyue tapped on Xilou's back and complained: "What people asked is whether it will affect our plan!"

Xilou looked at Mingyue's charming face, and said with a smile: "No, even if there is an influence, it is a benign influence, and it will only fuel the flames for us."

There was still faint worry in Yan Hai's eyes, "Counting last night, we have already killed four of them, all of them are green skins. If they still don't act, will we continue to kill them?"

Xilou saw what Yan Hai was thinking, walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and his eyes became sharp.

"Brother Yan Hai, are you worried that killing these green skins is too shameful? There is no need for it. Regardless of whether there is the death of the Wanling Pavilion or not, the first thing we do after China completes its great revival is to destroy Fusang !

Of course, it is not to destroy the entire Fusang nation, but to destroy the militaristic Fusang!Get rid of the legal system, get rid of the emperor!

Otherwise, they will always be our China's confidantes!

Especially the Jinguo Shrine, I will destroy it sooner or later! "

Speaking of the latter, Xilou's expression was agitated, with an angry look on his face.

Hearing the words, Yan Hai nodded to express his understanding.

The village chief, Gu Yuan, said with a slight smile at this time: "Xilou, we still have to do business first. According to Aoshou's intention, killing three or four is enough. Then we will wait and see what happens, and update the information at any time. Just make sure you get the news as soon as possible.”

Everyone nodded and got up to go back to the room.

Tang Yixing stretched his waist and yawned big.

Xilou came over and put his arms around Tang Yixing's shoulders, and said with a smile, "What's the matter, so sleepy?"

"The bed here is too soft, I can't sleep well. I'll go back to catch up on sleep, recharge my energy, and be ready to work at any time." Tang Yixing also responded with a smile.

Xilou glanced left and right to confirm that Mingyue was not there, leaned closer to Tang Yixing's ear, and whispered: "I have something to discuss with you, you will use the magic camera to send Brother Jiang and me out later, so that my wife won't find out."

Tang Yixing was taken aback, and said in a low voice: "Why are you going out? Don't run around at this time, it will be troublesome if you are exposed."

"Oh, it won't happen!" Xilou assured her.

Indeed, unlike in Lulan and Citigroup, Fusang and Huaxia are both of the yellow race, so it is not easy to distinguish them.

Tang Yixing showed a worried expression.

Seeing this, Xilou said with a grin: "Don't worry, why don't we take you with us? Aren't you just tired? When you come back from the trip, I promise you will be refreshed and revived with full blood. Send it back without knowing it."

Tang Yixing sighed softly: "I'm not worried about being exposed, I'm worried about your knees, to tell you the truth, before departure, Mingyue asked Yan Ning to modify your quantum communicator, and she heard everything you said clearly .”

"Fuck!" Xilou jumped back in fright, "Then why are you worried about my knees?"

"Kneeling durians or keyboards under fifty times the gravity, I feel bad when I think about it." After speaking, Tang Yixing shook his head and walked away.

However, Xilou hugged Tang Yixing's thigh, and said with snot and tears: "Take me away and we will sleep together tonight."

Tang Yixing moved his body, flicked his legs to throw Xilou away, and then disappeared in a flash.

Leaving behind Xilou leaning against the wall at a loss and lost his mind, and the faint smell of durian wafting from the room between him and Mingyue.

Da da.

The sound of women's slippers stepping on the stairs sounded, Xilou's face changed, and he looked up, yelling in horror: "Honey! Calm down, put down the knife first! Help!!!"