Make pirates into a game, sand sculpture players are crazy

Shaoyang easily broke the door open.

Shaking the ashes that fell from the door hitting the wall.

He walked in casually and saw Wei Zhuang still kneeling there making tea.

The white mist is rising, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

Zi Nu closed the door and prepared to leave without affecting the conversation between the two of them.

"What? You know I'm coming? So make all the tea for me?"

Shaoyang teased him.

He knew that Wei Zhuang was a man of sullenness.

If you don't talk to yourself, the two of you can really sit silently facing each other for a day, or two days...

"You are strong."

Wei Zhuang knelt and sat opposite Shaoyang, staring at Shaoyang with sharp eyes.

He had learned from Zi Nu earlier that he did not believe that there were people stronger than him in this small South Korea.

It's just that Shaoyang was the first to let him feel the taste of being a prey.

Wei Zhuang's voice was deep and powerful, which made people feel that this person was reliable and acted safely.

"I know."

Shaoyang did not give in at all, and accepted Wei Zhuang's praise for him openly.

Wei Zhuang is such a cold coffin face.

It felt like he would be frozen to death as long as he got within three steps.

Shaoyang wanted to provoke him on purpose, probably because he thought it was fun.

But Wei Zhuang's expressionless face really failed to make Shaoyang fulfill his wish.

Wei Zhuang picked up a cup of tea with one hand and handed it to Shaoyang.

This guy doesn't know he can't beat me, so he wants to poison me...

Shaoyang held out his hand to catch the teacup suspiciously.

You know, things are not that simple.

Shaoyang held the teacup, and Wei Zhuang also held the teacup.

Neither of them would let go.

Is this trying to compare internal strength...

Although Shaoyang doesn't have the blessing of the power of the world for the time being, the three-color arrogance he cultivated in Pirate World and the arrogance formula given by Ye Qingmei have actually integrated into his body.

Wei Zhuang is indeed one of the strongest here, but Shaoyang is here.

Then this position at the top of the list, I have to do my part.

Shaoyang focused his attention, in order not to let the "second uncle" look too dull.

He simply condensed a burst of true energy and shattered the cup.

The tea was spilled all over the floor.

Wei Zhuang still refused to give up.

When Shaoyang was about to withdraw his hand, Wei Zhuang pressed his hand on the table.

Shaoyang turned around, Wei Zhuang pulled back...

The speed of the two people's gesticulation on the table became faster and faster, and the people watching were dazzled.

Finally, after walking for more than 40 rounds, the two faced each other, Shaoyang gathered all his true energy, and the inner force of the true energy directly shook Wei Zhuang on the opposite side.

"Why do you want to keep your hands?"

Wei Zhuang got up, looked down coldly at Shaoyang who was kneeling on the mat.

When the two were fighting, he could feel that the blue-haired man opposite him had much higher internal strength than him.

If he hadn't held back his hands when they met palms just now, his internal organs would have been shattered by his internal force now.

Shaoyang took out the jade fan with bamboo bones pinned to his waist, and stopped kneeling.

One leg was laid flat, the other was propped aside, and the left hand rested on it, shaking the fan quite comfortably.

"We are not enemies, there is no need to fight to the death."

Shaoyang had good intentions, for someone of his rank, if he kept his hand during the sparring, it would be a kind of humiliation to himself.

This is far more uncomfortable than him being wounded and vomiting blood.

"Come in, doesn't it look real from the door?"

Shaoyang waved his fan towards the door, and a person rushed in with his face on the ground.

Han Fei quickly got up.

Shake the robe.

Embarrassed smile.

"You two, do you know who is high or who is low..."

Facts have proved that Han Fei is indeed a good material to die.

Knowing Wei Zhuang's temperament, he still wants to hit the gun.

Wei Zhuang just looked at him blankly, without saying a word.

Zi Nu mentioned this person to herself before, the Ninth Young Master of South Korea, Han Fei.

Han Fei has always wanted to spy on his past.

He once told Han Fei that either he would become someone he trusted, or he would be a dead person.

He still clearly remembered what Han Fei said at the time.

"Maybe I can't be the first type of person you mentioned now, but I will definitely not become the second type of person you mentioned."

This should be Han Fei's second meeting with Wei Zhuang and Shaoyang.

"Ah, I..."

Han Fei scratched his head, wanted to leave but dared not.

Shaoyang shook his head, looking at him with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Ninth Young Master, you really have a unique eye, and you can see it all."

"Is the military payment case over?"

Shaoyang asked.

"Young Master Shaoyang, you are quite concerned about the court affairs in South Korea."

Han Fei walked slowly to Shaoyang and sat down.

"Where is it, the ninth son was joking, he has nothing to do, it's just a rumor in the market."

Shaoyang wrote it off as if joking.

"Then what else has been passed around?"

Han Fei dragged his head with one hand, and tapped the table lightly with his right hand.

"It is also rumored that there is only one organization that solved this case, and that is it."

Shaoyang held up the small fan made of bamboo bones.

Probe over, and then said.

"quicksand."

Han Fei's fingers tapping the table with rhythm and rhythm stopped, as if time stopped at this moment, and the whole room could only hear the sound of leaves rustling in the wind outside the window.

The name Quicksand was only thought of by him two days ago.

Haven't told anyone yet.

Including reverse scales.

It is not surprising that he can inquire about the military salary case, but quicksand is the name of an organization he is about to establish.

How did he know?
There was a black line on Han Fei's head.

He still doesn't know the position of this Shaoyang, whether he is going to collude with Ji Wuye to steal the country, or is he going to join him.

"Quicksand? I don't know what you're talking about..."

Han Fei continued to knock on the table.

"Well, Mr. Jiu is a sensible person. Although you are cynical, wandering in the place of fireworks and willow lanes, and seem to be romantic, you are indeed the most understanding person in Korea."

"Hey, it's a pity that a talent like you died tragically at the hands of your fellow apprentice, tsk tsk tsk..."

Wei Zhuang's footwork was brisk, and the moment he uttered these words, Shaoyang's neck had already felt the strong desire of the shark's teeth to devour him.

"Who are you?"

The low and magnetic voice sounded in Shaoyang's ear again.

"I said, I am..."

"You are the King of Qin, the King of Qin from another world. The King of Qin with power beyond ordinary people, right?"

Han Fei looked at him and answered for him.

"Well, Master Jiu has a good memory."

"Then King Qin, it seems that you can predict my future, right?"

Shaoyang used a bamboo fan to keep the shark's teeth away.

"Brother Wei Zhuang, let's listen to him first, don't be so hostile."

Han Fei put his hand on his sword hand gently.

"You, and you..."

"Han Fei is willing to pay a lot of money, sir, please help me."

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