Chapter 415 White Tiger

The water was delivered to Gu Zhiyu, and they each drank a bottle in case of emergency.

This spring water can allow her to understand the nonsense of the rich and powerful, so it should be no problem for her to translate a few foreign words, right?

To verify the effect, Annan finished drinking the water and called out to the kimchi uncle in front of him.

The uncle turned around and looked at her nervously: "What's the matter?"

Annan: "Nothing, I just want to hear you speak a few words of Korean Mandarin."

The uncle was stunned. What kind of strange request is this?

He looked at Annan doubtfully and asked, "Can you understand the language of our country?"

Annan shook his head: "I don't understand. I only know about Anihasaiyou and Chalanghei. And some other things like Simida."

The uncle twitched his lips: "Then why do you ask me to speak Mandarin? You can't understand it..."

Annan said calmly, "Nothing, I'm just curious if you also stutter when speaking your own country's language."

The uncle's face turned red, feeling that this girl was particularly good at insulting people.

What's wrong with his Chinese? He has always been the top student in the Chinese class, and the teacher always praises him for speaking authentic Chinese! But when he comes to her, he is always laughed at!

So he angrily spoke some Korean Mandarin at a very fast speed to prove that he was eloquent and had no problem with his sentence structure.

After saying this, he put on a proud face as if to say, "I can understand your language, but can you understand my language?"

But he saw that the other party looked at him meaningfully.

He suddenly became a little nervous: "Can you understand?"

Annan was silent for a few seconds before he said, "I don't understand."

The uncle breathed a sigh of relief, looked at her and said, "Let's go."

Annan followed him and curled his lips in amusement. Why didn't she understand? The spiritual spring water was very powerful. She heard everything the uncle said clearly.

They said she was a scumbag, a crazy woman, and an evil witch with eyes on her head. They also dragged Gu Zhiyu into the discussion, saying he was a lunatic who helped the evildoers.

In short, the curses can be as harsh as possible.

She turned her head and glanced at Gu Zhiyu who had also drunk the spiritual spring water. This guy looked even calmer than her.

After scolding people, Uncle Kimchi was obviously in a good mood. Even his steps became much lighter. He walked very fast on this mountain road.

Annan raised the corner of his mouth and interrupted his happiness slowly from behind him:

"Although I don't understand exactly what you were saying, I've watched a lot of TV dramas from your country. I still understand what 'Xiba' means."

The uncle was startled, and a chill instantly ran from his feet to his head, chilling him to the bone.

An Nan behind him suddenly got angry and slapped him on the back of the head with the empty bottle in his hand: "Shit?"

"Ah? Who are you talking to?"

Every time he hit someone, he would yell "Shi Ba", which frightened the old man so much that he saw stars and kept shouting "Wrong, wrong."

Annan stopped only when they reached their destination.

Uncle Kimchi was beaten all over his head, and his face was covered with bruises, just like the pockmarked man. He ran back to the camp crying.

Fugui, who was standing behind him, bared his teeth and laughed until his stomach hurt. He just liked to watch his master punish Silly.

Annan did not chase him. Since they had already entered the camp and there was no one stopping them, he walked directly towards the large tent at the innermost part with a clear purpose.

The tents in this camp are arranged neatly and regularly, with a passable path left in the middle of each row.

Annan and his two companions took the three kids and walked straight forward along the widest path.

The people in the small tents on both sides unzipped their tents, stuck their heads out and looked at them warily.

All of them are foreigners, mostly white and black, and the few yellow faces are most likely not from China.

Although they look different, the malice in their eyes is clear and exactly the same.

Gu Zhiyu reminded: "Be careful."

Annan nodded and continued walking forward.

Being stared at with wide eyes, vigilance and hatred by a group of people of different races and skin colors is indeed a creepy thing.

Especially since these people were so skinny that they looked like monkeys in the mountains. Annan was afraid that they would run over and grab her with their sharp claws in the next second.

Fortunately, although these people had ferocious expressions, no one acted rashly or attacked her. They just watched her and Gu Zhiyu walk forward.

Soon, the two arrived in front of the largest tent.

This tent is more like an oversized yurt than a tent.

Compared with the small tents around that can only be used for lying down and sleeping, this large tent covering an area of ​​nearly 100 square meters is truly the king of tents and can accommodate many people for parties.

The two walked over and saw that the door curtain had been rolled up. Two tall and strong black men stood on each side, making gestures to invite them in.

Annan and Gu Zhiyu looked at each other, gripped their guns tightly, and walked in together.

As soon as the two men stepped into the tent, the two black men guarding the door lowered the curtain, followed them in, and stood on the left and right behind them.

Annan heard the movement behind him and turned around to look at them subconsciously.

Are you trying to play "Catching Turtle in a Jar" with her?

Annan turned his head nonchalantly, and what caught his eye was an oversized chair with a white-skinned foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes reclining on it.

This should be the leader of this group.

Behind him stood the man with pockmarks all over his head and the kimchi uncle on both sides.

But the most eye-catching thing is the white tiger at the leader's feet.

Yes, it is a real white tiger.

It has unique markings and a huge head. Although it has been tortured by the end of the world and has become skinny, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Even with its emaciated body, it still looks ferocious.

Seeing Gu Zhiyu and Annan coming in, the white tiger lying on the ground immediately stood up, opened its mouth wide, and let out a thunderous roar.

Annan immediately became nervous and alert. This was a beast, much more powerful than the wild boar she had killed before.

But there was no sign of flaws on his face, he still looked calm and composed.

Gu Zhiyu naturally still had an expressionless face like an ice cube.

Instead, the leader sitting on the chair was surprised when he saw how calm they were.

This was the first time he had seen someone who had no reaction to his white tiger! Even if he didn't take a step back or run away out of fear, he should at least have changed his expression, right?

This is a tiger! Not a cat or a dog!

He opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, he saw the curtain behind Annan and Gu Zhiyu was suddenly pushed open.

A huge, white, ferocious beast of unknown shape suddenly appeared and rushed towards him.

He screamed, jumped up immediately and hid behind a chair, calling on the White Tiger to protect him.

However, he didn't expect that the ferocious beast didn't rush to him, but went straight towards his white tiger.