As the fist came flying, Ruan Xianxian dodged it by turning her head to the side. Her junior brother, who looked like a bull in the calves, was so angry that his eyes turned red: "Let go of my grandfather!"
Noticing the cold glint in Ruan Xianxian's eyes, and having witnessed her ruthless and merciless nature, Lin Miao waved his hand and breathed a sigh of relief:
"Young man, I misunderstood just now. The person I brought out was blind and offended you. So what if he dies?"
You see, we became friends after a fight.
Ruan Xianxian snorted and subtly retracted the gun with a flick of her knuckles. It turns out that even the most skilled qigong master is afraid of a kitchen knife.
Her condescending gaze fell on Lin Miao: "This is the only time. If you bring such a blind person to me again, don't blame me for killing them one by one."
After saying that, he turned around, got into the car, closed the door, and started the car, all in one smooth motion.
Lin Miao made no other moves until the SUV was about to leave, at which point he finally spoke: "The men's restroom on the first floor of the department store. If you're looking for me, you can leave a mark there."
As the car drove away, Ruan Xianxian, who was driving, didn't give the man, who was either a grandfather or a grandson or a master and apprentice, a single glance. In her heart, she was already cursing. The men's restroom, again.
She could probably understand that toilets were places with high foot traffic, making them difficult to monitor, and thus the perfect choice for underground workers to exchange information.
Isn't it awkward to talk while flirting with birds? But thinking about it, it's not bad; if you can't reach an agreement, you can flirt with the other person.
Once the car's rear end was completely out of sight, the junior apprentice rushed forward and grabbed Old Lin's arm, his voice filled with indignation:
"Grandpa, why didn't you leave him here? Are you just going to let 'him' go like this? How arrogant! Absolutely outrageous!"
"What's your hurry?" Old Lin chuckled and pushed his young apprentice aside with one finger. He bent down to pick up his apron and put it on. "We're just trying to make a living. Don't be so quick to start shouting for war."
As he said this, a few specks of powder from under the fingernails of the hand that had been clasped with Ruan Xianxian's were lightly flicked off.
The senior brother took in the whole scene and knew that the yellow dog kept in the yard had been specially fed and had a highly developed sense of smell, making it extremely sensitive to specific scents.
Rare ancient books were destroyed in large quantities during the campaign to destroy the Four Olds, but some traditional crafts are forever etched in the minds of artisans, such as the tracking incense master's skills.
Unlike his junior brother, who was raised by their master from infancy and was simple-minded, Lin Wenmao, who had witnessed Lin Miao's truly ruthless methods, was not naive enough to think that his master would let it go easily.
He stepped forward and bowed his head: "Grandpa, what should we do with Matsuda's body?"
Lin Miao glanced at Matsuda Natsuhito lying dead on the ground, his eyes wide open, and a subtle smile appeared on his lips. Disgust flashed across his eyes, along with a deeply hidden sense of pleasure.
He waved his hand casually: "Throw it into the river."
He then instructed his two apprentices: "I have something to take care of first. You two clean up the site and then return the goods."
Remember, if they ask about Matsuda Natsujin, say he was killed by the other party in a double-cross. If they ask about my whereabouts, say I went after the murderer.
If you ask for more, just say you don't know.
"Okay, Grandpa, you go ahead and get busy." Watching Lin Miao walk away, Lin Wenmao pulled his junior brother, who wanted to follow, aside: "Where are you going? Hurry up and throw away the body so we can go back and deliver the goods."
The junior brother snorted coldly, crossed his arms, leaned against the hood of the car, and didn't move. "Grandpa ordered you, not me. I'm not going."
Lin Wenmao glanced at him, said nothing, grabbed Matsuda Natsuhito on the ground with one hand and threw him forcefully, with a loud "thud"!
His pupils contracted; it wasn't the sound of a heavy object falling into the water at all. He quickly cleaned up the scene and hurriedly drove away with his junior brother.
The bustling riverbank has returned to its former tranquility, except for a giant turtle that slowly surfaced, blinking its round eyes and turning its head very slowly...
Huh? What's that dirty thing on my back? Bad luck!
On the other side, Lin Miao got into a black car and left alone. He took off his hat, and his disfigured face showed expressions that were sometimes fierce, sometimes happy, and occasionally mixed with greed and determination.
In the back row, Ruan Xianxian, who had taken an invisibility potion, looked at Lin Miao's constantly changing profile and wondered, "Does a disfigured face twitch?"
365: [That's right, damage to the facial nerves can cause facial asymmetry, and involuntary twitching of the facial features.]
Stop looking at him, quickly wash the dirt off your hands with the spiritual spring water.
Ruan Xianxian obediently replied with an "okay".
Martial arts practitioners have keen senses. Lin Miao, who was driving, noticed something was wrong and turned around abruptly. He saw a small white jade porcelain bottle floating in the air above the back seat.
Seeing him look over, the little porcelain bottle playfully swayed from side to side.
How the hell do I know how I could see mischief in a suspended porcelain vase!
He slammed on the brakes and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he opened his eyes again, his vision was clear, but the porcelain vase was nowhere to be seen in the back seat. There wasn't even a ghost in sight.
As expected, the scene of Lin Miao being terrified did not occur. Instead, his expression suddenly changed, and he opened the back seat of the car and touched the car inside and out as if he were touching his wife.
He searched every nook and cranny, repeatedly confirming that he might be seeing things, and in Lin Miao's eyes was undisguised disappointment.
It was only a short three seconds, but he was certain he could see it clearly. The porcelain bottle, which was not much bigger than his thumb, had a warm and smooth texture, and its glaze was as beautiful as blooming flowers.
How could such an unparalleled treasure disappear in the blink of an eye?
Lin Miao almost regretted it so much he beat his chest in despair.
Ruan Xianxian, who took the opportunity to climb into the passenger seat, had a long face the whole time. When she saw the regret in Lin Miao's eyes, her face became even longer than a horse's.
The little boy inside the space is hilarious. He's running around like a ghost right under the noses of the tomb raiders. Believe me, he'll strip you bare of all your bitter tea seeds.
For the rest of the journey, Ruan Xianxian was not in high spirits. She closed her eyes and decided that if she left the old man with a bitter tea seed when they arrived at his stronghold, she would consider it a loss.
She has many flaws, but her only and greatest strength is her love for helping others achieve their goals.
A few days ago, Xiao Yun wanted to be a good horse, and Lin Miao next to her wanted to double-cross her. Ruan Xianxian wanted to make the most of her only advantage and help them achieve their goals.
The car was parked in a desolate corner on the outskirts of the city. The two walked into the city one after the other. After walking for about half an hour, Lin Miao stopped in front of a scrap yard.
He bent down to check the small marks he had placed on the door before leaving, making sure no one had entered the yard while he was away, before taking out his key to unlock the door.
The moment the door was unlocked, a large yellow dog with its tail drooping and wagging gently, its eyes crinkling with laughter, came to its owner's feet.
"Ah Huang! Has no one been home?"
The scrap yard is quite large, with all sorts of miscellaneous items piled up inside.
Books and newspapers, a table with a missing leg, and a bench with peeling paint—seemingly haphazard, yet actually arranged in an orderly fashion that could trip someone up at any moment—are placed in the courtyard.
The yellow dog came closer and wagged its tail again. Lin Miao, expressionless, went to the cellar, filled a basin with half a basin of bloody pig offal, and casually threw it on the ground.
"Eat up, so you can work better."
Even though it was already starving, for the first time ever, Big Yellow didn't rush to the dog bowl immediately. Instead, its intelligent eyes gazed towards the corner of the yard...
"Woof!"
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