The sky was getting darker, and the visibility in the city was a little worse than during the day, but it was not much different and could still be far away. However, the villa area where rockery stones could be seen everywhere was not visible. It was difficult to find people next to each other within ten meters. Tang Ning, who refused Kasahara Junko's request for help, left the villa. With the cover of the plants and trees, he spread his body and quickly boarded the road that was connected to the road.

The villa area in this area is a famous gathering place for wealthy people in the provincial capital. People who can live here are not rich. Along the way, Tangning saw many luxury cars that could not be called out of the brand and drove away from the villa area. The big, small, convertible, single-row seats, and extended models, and they were almost at the luxury car show. The men and women who drove were also luxuriously dressed young people. But few of them were truly elegant, and they were typically rich in material life and poor in the spiritual world. Most of them were hollowed out by the nightlife of sensuality. Seeing these people, Tangning couldn't help but show the beautiful reporter Chen Yi and the Japanese sister I met this afternoon, especially the latter. When she rejected her, the disappointment in her eyes and the determination when she threw the white jade square box over. Thinking about it now, Tangning was really conflicted and unbearable.

But there was no way, Tang Ning grinned and sighed. He knew that he could never despise the world. Moreover, there was no real exchange between thugs, no matter whether he was asking for trouble or helping his friends, he would stand up and make enemies when he fought. There would be casualties and injuries and the chances of disability were very rare. In saying this, some people might not believe it, but the truth is that. The fight between thugs is like a car crash on the highway. How many times did it not be destroyed by a car? It was not that he didn't want to control it, but that's not that he could not control it. It was too difficult to control it flexibly during the use of magic, unless he had already reached the level of "fake master".

The realm levels of the apprentice, fake master, master, and master of the world of wonders are similar to those of martial arts. A master who cultivates martial arts to the dark energy is equivalent to the realm of fake masters in the world of wonders.

Tang Ning is now the same as the martial arts level, and he is not as good as the martial arts level. He can feel the other level behind the door, but he can't touch it. There is always a layer of impenetrable diaphragm that is blocking it. It is very thin and thick. You may step into a level in a moment, or it may take several years or even more than ten years. It depends on your personal talent, quality, roots and talents.

According to what Junko Kasahara said, the helpers recruited by Chiyo Momura include Qimen rookies from Southeast Asian countries. If they have the courage to sneak into China, do they dare to do so? Without the ability to protect themselves or the confidence to win, they dare to come to China to take risks against the wind? Joke!

Conservatively estimated, these people must at least be at the peak of the disciple or the level of fake masters. They are not sure to win against one of them, but they will only win five at once. Why should they stand out? This is not a verbal boast, but if they don’t move, they will be a life-and-death battle. If you want to act as a big clove in front of a beautiful woman and be a hero, you must have overwhelming strength, otherwise you will be a fool. Tang Ning is certainly not stupid, nor is he a person who is fascinated by beauty, and will be filled with blood, and will immediately become confused.

Although regretful, it may be looked down upon by the Japanese sister, but people are selfish. Taking a step back, even if Tang Ning really has this strength, he would not nod in that situation at that time. The person involved, Kuroki Toshi, did not even show his face. It is obvious that he did not take the upcoming danger seriously, and he was so crazy that he was foolish and tried to protect him. Was he kicked the donkey in the head?

Yes, if he is really allowed to die in China, and with a few Chinese with background and strength, the group of dead humans will succeed. It is a fact that when a knife is against a knife and a gun is against a gun, any explanation will be pale and powerless. You can only return blood to blood. Even though you know that someone has put it on, you have to take revenge from the sect. This is an open conspiracy, and it also confirms the viciousness of open conspiracy, not inferior to those shameful plots. Once the Chinese and Japanese martial arts world lose control and start this transnational war, there is no need to think that many people will definitely die.

But no matter how many people die, it is up to him to Tang Ning Mao? Whether it is Chinese or Japanese, both sides are not related to each other. Is it necessary to show off heroes and take on right and wrong?

Tang Ning is not idle and has no pain. Take care of his own acre of three-point land. As for others, you can beat him! Whoever loves the fuck will die, I will stay away.

I stopped a taxi on the road. When I got off at the entrance of the hotel, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening. I was thinking, and by the way, I called the two people upstairs downstairs and asked if they had any dinner at night. If not, I would come down to find a place to have a meal together. But when I touched my pocket, I suddenly remembered that since last night, my phone had been thrown in the room and didn't carry it with me. I had no choice but to run up there.

But as soon as he entered the room, he found Zhou Yu, who was lying on the bed, looked as if he was being hit. He was staring at the ceiling with his eyes blankly and sighing. After a while, his eyes slashed, and his teeth were itchy. Look at that look, it was like a girl who had been pried away by someone. His stomach was full of anger. Tang Ning immediately determined that this guy was crazy.

After walking a few steps, he pushed open the door of the inner room and saw Jiang Tao beside the bed wearing only a pair of shorts with a crotch, naked upper body, bare thighs covered with leg hair, and holding his arms on his head and standing upside down at the wall. Tang Ning bent down and looked at him with his head tilted. He found that the boy looked angry. The second judgment was made, this guy was thrusting.

Tang Ning stood up, leaned on the door frame in the inner room, looked at this, then looked at that, and said, "I'm talking to you, what's wrong? Who owes you money? Or did some blind Mao God offend you?"

"Yoyo, is Tang Ning back?" He was absent-minded and lost his mind for a long time. He heard Tang Ning's voice and realized that Tang Ning was back. Zhou Yu jumped up from the bed and threw Tang Ning's cell phone to him. "Your Feifei's phone is almost crazy. Before I came back, there were fifty or sixty missed calls inside. Hurry up and one. Oh, no, come here later."

“What are you doing?”

"Stop talking nonsense, come and explain it quickly."

"What are you going to do? I'm telling me if you two have dinner tonight? If not, go out and find the place."

"If you don't have food, I'll talk about it later. Let me tell you how you talked to that Japanese girl first? Has there been a super friendly contact with pure soul but physical enjoyment?" Zhou Yu sat cross-legged on his bed, patted his side hard, signaling Tang Ning to go over quickly. His face was full of gossip, and his eyes were shining.

"No, I said my surname is Zhou. How did you know that I went to see Junko Kasahara?" Tang Ning walked over and sat next to him, saying strangely.

Zhou Yu's expression of pride flashed on his face, raised his chin and glanced at Tang Ning, and snorted disdain in his nose. He curled his lips and said, "I missed me, Zhou Yu, the descendant of Zhou Yu, the Grand Governor of the Eastern Wu during the Three Kingdoms period. He upheld the romantic and elegant appearance of his ancestors and his unparalleled wisdom and his unparalleled wisdom. Seeing through your little tricks, hum, it's more than enough. Hurry up, don't tell me, just say it."

Tang Ning rolled his eyes at him and curled his lips. He said, "I believe that he looks handsome and elegant, or he can't marry Xiao Qiao, and his unparalleled wisdom and mind, I'm so mad! If it's really unparalleled, could the Grand Commander Zhou be angry to death by Zhuge Liang's sour Confucianism?"

"Get out, it's the crime of neither human nor war, it's the jealousy of God. In addition, Zhuge's child is too despicable, so Cai Yingcai died early. Don't talk about anything else, quickly explain to you where you have gone? His mouth, his hands touched, his chest? Or he's going to get up and down, and the two big white aries met naked? What posture? Gentle or barbaric? How long? Although the first time for a man is very short, Tang Ning, don't tell me that I just entered, I've been rushing and coming out cleanly. In that case, no matter how good the relationship between our brothers is, my buddy will despise you."

The growth backgrounds and educational methods of the East and the West are different. This kind of thing is as simple as drinking boiled water. But Tang Ning couldn't do it. He forced his kiss on Feifei's little mouth that day, and his heartbeats, liver trembles, and his hands trembled for a long time afterwards! Zhou Yu's words fell into his ears, and he could not listen. He quickly changed the subject and his face became serious, serious, and no longer jokes.

"I did meet Junko Kasahara, but things are not romantic at all, and they are a sign of blood staining."

The previous atmosphere between the two was very relaxed, teasing and joking. But as Tang Ning said this, invisibly, a gust of cold wind seemed to blew into the room. Zhou Yu's expression was affected by this sudden atmosphere and gradually became serious. "What happened?"

"Who is the other party? Is it Kuroki Shunichi? If it were him, let's go fuck him now! Go to the fuck final. It's all a mess, and you're just a fart!" Jiang Tao, who sat on the sofa opposite the two for a long time, had not made any noise, began to emit a hint of chill on his cold face.

Tang Ning shook his head, "It's not Kuroki Shunichi, he probably doesn't know yet... Forget it, go downstairs to find a place to eat, and I'll tell you carefully when I come back. You two will also help me with ideas, and see if the decision I made is right."

"I'm just talking about it now." Jiang Tao, who was impatient.

"No, I have to eat it. Otherwise, the story is too long and I'm afraid I won't have the strength to finish it."

"Then let's go, boy Jiang, stop being too lazy, get dressed quickly."
Chapter completed!