There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the 38th piece: (9)

Falling in love in the flames of war, and molesting the little girl in the flames of war-Linglong felt that these two men had done it out.

A missed bullet whizzed past her ears, and before it could hurt her, it was blocked by Z's knife. He didn't know what the material of his knife was. The blood stained on it dropped to the ground, and it was as bright as new again. The blade shone with dazzling light, which was far more terrifying than the black muzzle.

"I'm very cute, but you have no chance." Linglong Chaohan Fourth Master spread his hands, clinging forward to Z's shoulder, with his chin resting on his shoulders, "I'm not the kind of person who walks around."

"Huh?" Z was surprised. "Why are you not?"

Linglong kicked him, he laughed, and asked Fourth Master Han: "You should take a gun or a knife, you choose one."

Han Siye raised his hands, facing them: "Hey, I'm not like a monster like you, I'm just an ordinary person."

Both the combat ability and the anti-strike ability are incomparable with mercenaries. If you really want to fight, isn't it being brutally beaten on the ground by others?

Z held a knife in one hand, and did not know when the other hand took out the gun and pointed it at Han Siye, and several people around Han Siye quickly pointed their guns at Z and Linglong. Then someone will be swept into a sieve immediately.

In such a tense situation, apart from Z and Siye Han, only Linglong was not in a hurry. First she reached out and pulled Z's gun to the side, and then blocked the opposite muzzle with a finger, sweet. A smile: "If you have any problems, you can't sit down and say, why bother to fight? We are here today just to take away the individual. If we must fight, I don't think you can have the upper hand."

The outsiders are still tenderer than the mercenaries. Looking around, the mercenaries are completely unscathed, but Han Siye's people, except for the few elites around him, are almost down. Of course, there is also his hall. Although it has not been swept into a hornet's nest, it is not much better. If there are guests coming to the door today, I am afraid it will look very cheap.

Han Siye looked around and sighed: "Of course, my people can't be compared with Mr.Z's people, but the goods that have been successfully traded, Mr.Z said to take it away, then my Han Si's face is again Where should we put it? It's better to take a step back, Han Mou suffered this loss and ruined this business, Mr.Z helped me make a deal."

This proposal is also feasible.

"Of course, Han is not a profiteer, and Mr. Z is satisfied with the price he gave."

Z squinted and put the gun back neatly, holding a knife in one hand and Linglong holding her shoulder in the other to prevent her from falling: "Let's listen."

"That's it." Han Siye smiled slightly, and he was gentle with the spring breeze. He gently pushed down his glasses, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. "Han has a batch of goods shipped from country H. It will pass a border before reaching the Kuzan Kingdom. Han wants to ask Mr.Z to **** him. Mr.Z will surely make the goods arrive intact."

Z has heard about what business Han Siye is doing. Compared to him, Han Siye is a master who is not afraid of meat. The two of them had never dealt with each other before, because they were active in different places, the well water did not offend the river, and occasionally heard of each other's name, but they did not interfere with each other and did not offend each other, and they were all in peace.

But because of Brother Taer's incident, the two sides had to have an intersection. Z was an important person and Han Si wanted face. No one wanted to let it go, so they could only take a step back from it. It also depends on whether Z buys or not.

"Han knows that Mr.Z does not make a loss-making transaction. Just now, Han also said that as long as the goods arrive safely, this remuneration is absolutely satisfactory."

Linglong felt that Han Si had come prepared, and even the gossip about Z's love for money was so clear, and it was inevitable to mention money straightforwardly without mentioning others.

Z was silent for a few seconds, "I need time to think about it."

"Of course." Han Siye chuckled lightly. "If you don’t dislike it, just stay in the humble house for a few days. After you have considered it, it’s not too late to decide to stay. This is a house that Han just bought. The entertainment facilities are pretty good. This cute little The girl will like it."

"As a sincerity, you can take this person away first."

He was referring to brother Tal.

Taer glanced at Z first, and got the definite approval before he stepped forward and took his brother out of a bunch of people and carried him on his shoulders. Z meant that he and Linglong were the only ones left. The mercenaries always obeyed orders. Soon He left, and only Han Si's people were left on the court.

"Mr.Z is really a refreshing person. In that case, tonight, I wonder if I can show my face and attend Han's dinner party?"

Z's knife has been taken back, probably because he wants to stay with Linglong, he didn't let his men take the knife back. "Want to play?"

She nodded vigorously, there is nothing in this world that the dragon girl would be afraid of.

Unfortunately, neither did Z.

Han Si's house is very large. It is said that it used to be the castle of the nobles of the Kuzan Kingdom. It is priceless. I don't know when it was bought by Han Si and renovated. Linglong and Z belonged to distinguished guests and received special care from a separate floor. At night, when the so-called "dinner" began, they knew that the underground of the castle was opened up, and the "dinner" was held here.

A servant sent a tuxedo and a princess dress. Z didn’t like to wear such formal clothes. After the bow tie was tied, he felt his neck was strangled, so he pulled it aside and unbuttoned the collar casually. He looked very rough. . Coupled with the cigar in his mouth, he was really eye-catching as soon as he appeared-where is the big bad guy!

Linglong put on a pink princess dress and was held by him, living like a delicate princess trapped in a castle by an evil dragon, waiting for the rescue of a heroic knight.

Han Si is also capable. There are a lot of people here tonight. Champagne and red wine are continuously supplied. There are still people dancing on the dance floor. The light and music are just right. How do you look at it...how it looks like an ordinary entertainment banquet.

Linglong took Z's hand, and he spit out a smoke ring, "What the **** is that sissy doing?"

"Where is the sissy?"

"Why not?" Z said angrily. "I don't want to talk about the perfume smell, and I wear white gloves. I'm talking motherfucker, not a sissy. What is it?"

Linglong pouted: "You look rough."

The boy Z, who is not refined enough, suddenly got angry: "What's wrong with me, don't you like it very much? Don't you like it?"

If you look around, you will find that every man who came to the dinner party was dressed very formally, except for the wicked gangster next to her, who has scars on his eyes, and the bow tie has long been lost, and his neckline is open. , A scarred chest was exposed in the white shirt, and he was still smoking a cigar in his mouth—ah, thinking about the gentleman Han Siye who walks and talks, Z is so rough that he can't look at it.

No answer from Linglong, but seeing her expression, Z's face suddenly went black: "Are you itchy butt?"

Owe beating!

She kicked him in the calf: "Hey, really, if this dinner is just like this, it would be too boring. I want to attend as many as I want to do. It's not interesting at all."

Z also faded with his sullen black eyes, leaning back, pulling her into his arms, let Linglong sit on his firm lap, smoked a cigar, and smiled in the mist: "It's not that simple. "

Except for eating, drinking, playing and sleeping, Linglong, who is not interested in other people and things, may not know it, but Z, who has lived in Balma for a while, knows very well that these people who came tonight are all from good backgrounds and have a lot of money, and many of them are from Balma. Nobles and new forces-you must know that just a few days ago, all the forces gathered together for a meeting with aggressive outsiders. Why did everyone come tonight?

Either the previous meeting was innocuous, or today's dinner was very interesting.

When Han Si first came here, coming to Balma was nothing more than asking for money. It was not a good choice to fight against everyone, and before that, he had ignored too many of Balma's default rules.

Sure enough, as soon as the Z voice fell, a waiter came over and led them to their respective positions according to the number plates they got when they entered the arena tonight.

Unlike the VIP seats in the underground exchange, the seats here are all close together, with only a slight gap in the middle. There is an electronic tablet on each table. The original dance floor slowly lowers the curtain. When it is opened again, a huge three hundred and sixty-degree LCD screen appears. No matter where you sit, you can see the picture on it. A glance.

The sound of the wind, the sound of a dead branch being stepped on to break, and a violent gasp... Linglong quietly leaned closer to Z's ear, "Is this going to be a horror movie or an indescribable action movie?"

Z laughed so much that he was almost choked by the smoke. He pressed his cigar into the ashtray on the table and spit out the last cigarette ring: "Then who knows?"

The tablet on the table immediately lit up, with numbers ranging from one to seven, and each number corresponds to a person. There are dark skins, yellow skins, and white skins. There seems to be no connection between people, but the text is detailed. The names, ages, hometowns, and occupations of these seven people were introduced. At the end, a silver-white box appeared, prompting them to enter a number, that is, to choose one from one to seven.

The huge LCD screen slowly revealed its true face. No wonder Linglong thought it was going to be a horror movie, because it should be in a deserted wood. The real location is unknown. Because it is night, there is only the sound of the wind, human. Running on the dead branches and breaking leaves, making a creaking sound, the screen changes from time to time, and the seven humans appearing on it are the seven introduced by the tablet on the table.

Linglong wowed: "The live-action version of'Only one can live'?"

She is talking about a horror mobile game with a bit of deciphering meaning. It is about the story of several human protagonists falling into a desert island, encountering monsters and escaping frantically. All the player has to do is to manipulate the selected characters to live to the end.