Tomb Robbery: Immortality starts from Laojiumen

The word "Japanese" sounded like a thunder in Er Erhong's ears.

He grabbed Cong Ye's wrist, stood up, and looked closely at Cong Ye:

"Did you meet the Japanese? What did they do to you? Were you injured?"

Er Erhong asked Cong a series of questions that made Cong dumbfounded.

He couldn't help but smile, holding Er Erhong's shoulders, pushing Er Erhong back into her seat, and recounted what happened during the day.

After listening, Er Erhong breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time there was a trace of sadness on his brow.

"I mean it's best not to get involved with the Japanese, but now that the matter has been decided, the master will help you."

His voice was as light as catkins, but his affection was as heavy as Mount Tai.

"You just do what you want, and the master will always be by your side."

Outside the house is a cold autumn night and a deep night. The red words in February are like warm spring water flowing all the way into Cong Ye's heart.

He lowered his eyes and stretched out his fingers to twist a strand of February red hair.

Already half dry.

So he put the wet towel on the wooden shelf behind him, walked to Er Er Hong and squatted down. He held Er Er Hong's cold hands:

"Thank you, master."

Er Erhong always stood by his side without hesitation.

No matter what happened, he would always tell Cong Ye that he would always support him.

It is a particularly lucky thing to be chosen and trusted by someone forever.

The corners of Er Erhong's mouth were curved, and a soft color flashed in her eyes.

He is a very cold person. Only when facing Cong Ye, is he willing to reveal everything about himself and tolerate and accompany Cong Ye with the softest and warmest heart.

The reason why Cong Ye agreed to cooperate with the Japanese was simple.

First, he wanted to know what conspiracy the Japanese had.

Second, while defrauding the Japanese of arms, they can also send the Japanese to see the King of Hell.

Once inside the tomb, the Japanese had to listen to them.

As long as you move a little bit, the Japanese can make it impossible to return.

Naturally, Cong wouldn't miss out on such a no-loss deal.

Er Yuehong had nothing to do with the world. He didn't have to help, but because of Cong Ye, he was willing to step into this muddy water.

"Thank you for nothing. You're welcome, Master."

Er Erhong stretched out her hand.

Cong also knew what he wanted to do. This time he didn't dodge and took the initiative to move his head towards him.

Er Erhong's eyes became softer, her smile deepened, and she gently rubbed his fluffy hair.

"It's getting late, go and rest."

Er Erhong put down her hand with satisfaction, looked at Cong Ye who raised his eyes and looked into his eyes, and said slowly.

His eyes are so beautiful.

It was shiny, with his own reflection in the pupils.

February Red is full of thoughts.

"Ah."

Cong Ye nodded and warned: "Master, please rest early."

He stood up and walked outside the house, stepped out of the threshold, turned around and closed the door for Er Erhong.

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the next day.

Cong also went back and forth between Yuloudong and Dongdu Teahouse as usual.

The place where Tanaka Ryoko sent him the arms was the Dongdu Teahouse, but Cong also guessed that Tanaka Ryoko's mobility was not strong enough to get everything together the next day.

He continued to sit in the teahouse leisurely, thinking about the use of guns.

Things like guns are hard goods these days.

He might be able to match Hongwen with three people.

Everyone else in Chunshan Hall has to give it a good test before deciding whether to allocate guns to them.

the other side.

A person came to the door of the opera garden.

"Ouch, what brought Boss Yan here?"

The steward standing at the entrance of the opera garden raised his eyebrows in surprise and stepped forward to say hello.

Standing in front of him was Yan Chengzhuo, the owner of Bai Yutang, the largest jewelry store in Changsha City.

Yan Chengzhuo's face glowed red and he took out a small box from his pocket.

"Didn't I bring something to the second master?"

This morning, Yan Chengzhuo went to the store to look at the goods. Suddenly a woman came and handed this thing to him, and told him that it was the treasure that Er Erhong's apprentice Cong Ye personally found for Er Erhong, and asked him to wrap it up and give it to him. The second master sent it.

Yan Chengzhuo opened it and saw that it was indeed not an ordinary product, so he immediately agreed.

This is a good job that can please the second master, and he will naturally not give it up to others.

Boss Yan, who took over the job, picked out the best box for the treasure, wiped it carefully, and then brought it over.

The steward was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly became suspicious: "This... our second master has never ordered anything from Bai Yutang!"

Yan Chengzhuo understood that this young master Cong wanted to surprise the second master. His voice was full of ridicule, reminding the steward:

"Although the second master has not made a reservation, the second master has a filial apprentice!"

The steward blinked and reacted immediately. The smile on his face was bright. He had already guessed who it was, but he still asked more:

"But Young Master Cong?"

Yan Chengzhuo nodded and teased:

"The relationship between the second master and young master Cong is truly a deep master-disciple relationship!"

The manager laughed loudly: "Then it will be difficult for Boss Yan to make this trip!"

Yan Chengzhuo waved his hand: "Where is it!"

He rolled his eyes and added a few more nice words:

"Young Master Cong really worked hard to find this thing. This master-disciple relationship is really enviable!"

The steward took great advantage of this.

He nodded repeatedly and held his hands towards Boss Yan:

"Thank you for your trouble, Boss Yan!"

Boss Yan shook his head: "It's nothing!"

After sending Boss Yan away, the steward asked the waiter to guard the door. He couldn't stop smiling and walked towards the backstage.

Er Erhong was putting on makeup. When she saw the steward coming in, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and asked, "What's wrong?"

The steward smiled and placed the delicate box on Er Erhong's dressing table.

Er Erhong frowned and looked at him.

"Second Master, this is what Young Master Cong sent from Boss Yan of Bai Yutang. It's for you."

Er Erhong's brows relaxed, her eyes opened slightly, and she was surprised. He asked in disbelief: "For me?"

The steward nodded: "Boss Yan also said that Young Master Cong spent a lot of effort to find this."

The corners of Er Erhong's mouth turned up involuntarily. He put down the rouge in his hand and gently touched the box with his fingers.

"I see."

He glanced at the steward in front of him.

The steward immediately understood and said, "My subordinates will leave first."

He left quietly and closed the door thoughtfully.

February Hong's heartbeat was a little faster. He placed the box in the palm of his hand and slowly opened the box while holding his breath.

On the yellow velvet cotton cloth, a ruby ​​bracelet was placed quietly.

Crystal clear and natural.

It is indeed precious and rare.

February Hong's throat rolled, and Cong Ye's face appeared in his mind.

He picked up the jade bracelet and gently pushed it onto his wrist.

The skin that the jade bracelet slid over felt as hot as fire, burning all the way into his heart.

He caressed the jade bracelet, seeming to remember something, then took off the bracelet, put it into a box, and kept it carefully.