"Hello, my name is Miyano. I was not only her thug when she was a child, but I will be her thug from now on!"
Miyano reached out her hand, tilted her head slightly, and her light brown eyes beneath her tousled hair seemed to hold only one person.
"Holy crap, this is good!" Mu Xia extended her hand and shook it. The face was decent, and the fingertips only had a thin layer of calluses from holding a gun; he probably wasn't a soldier.
I wonder what his profession is, and whether he can afford to support this little tyrant next to him!
After they were both seated, Miyano's gaze was fixed on the small blackboard, which listed today's menu, but he spoke to the person next to him, asking:
"How about some light dishes like braised chicken with mushrooms, stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, green peppers, and green peppers, corn and pork ribs, and beef noodles for the main course?"
He remembered Ruan Xianxian's taste; she loved noodles, beef noodles, fried sauce noodles, and three-delicacy braised noodles... she liked them all except for the noodle soup.
Ruan Xianxian nodded and ordered what she liked to eat. Gong Ye then called out to her good friend, "You two can order whatever you like to eat, don't be shy."
After saying that, fearing that the two women present would feel awkward about ordering food, he got up and went to the large table in the center of the restaurant to pick up a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, soaked them in hot water and washed them.
Upon witnessing this scene, Chen Zhaodi covered her face and screamed in a low voice, "Ahhh! This is great! This is great! I declare that I agree to this marriage!"
"You're such a superficial person who only cares about looks," Mu Xia disagreed. "Maybe he's just a pretty face with no substance. Making friends is a lifelong matter, so you have to observe carefully."
Ruan Xianxian looked puzzled. "What are you two talking about?"
Seeing the two of them stunned, she grinned and said, "Hurry up and order."
After the meal, the four returned to the car. The fatigue of the past few days, coupled with the sudden sense of relief, caused Ruan Xianxian to yawn constantly as soon as she got in the car.
Miyano adjusted the seat to a comfortable angle for her, started the engine, and slowly drove the vehicle out of the city.
"Go to sleep! Didn't you want to see Songjiang? You'll be there by the time you wake up."
On the way here, Ruan Xianxian mentioned that she wanted to see Songjiang when she was feeling tired. The car drove smoothly all the way, and finally, after it got completely dark, the wide river surface of Songjiang was in sight.
With green mountains and clear waters overhead, and the mighty Yangtze River flowing beneath your feet, and a full moon hanging high in the sky, the atmosphere is both captivating and mysterious.
In short, the timid Chen Zhaodi dared not look, feeling as if she would fall into the river if she did.
"You all look tired. Make do with this for tonight and stay overnight around here. The car has been specially modified so people can sleep in it."
As Miyano spoke, he somehow managed to remove the gear shift lever, and the seat could be laid flat to sleep two people. He also put something between the driver's seat and the passenger seat so that another person could sleep there.
He took a brand new set of bedding from the trunk and spread it out for Ruan Xianxian, then stood under the car and smiled at her:
"Don't worry, I'm nearby. I'll roast a gypsy for you tomorrow morning. Remember to lock the car."
They took a detour to see Songjiang, missing the nearest county town. Gongye thought that since they were here, he should let her see the beautiful scenery of the river at sunrise.
None of the three girls were pretentious. Ruan Xianxian leaned out of the window and asked, "What about you?"
Miyano changed into a thicker coat, gathered some dry branches, and built a campfire three meters away.
The firelight illuminated the curve of his thin lips, revealing a hint of interest and a possessive, almost obsessive, desire to seize: "I'll protect you."
Ruan was a little burned by that scorching gaze, and rolled around on her little stool, which almost made Mu Xia swear:
"Ruan Xiaoxian, is there a thorn under your butt? Or is it that your old habit of wanting to sing if you don't sleep in a high place has resurfaced?"
"She doesn't have a thorn in her side, she has weeds growing in her heart!" Chen Zhaodi opened her eyes and said quietly.
Ruan Xianxian: ...
To prove that he had no thorns under his butt and no weeds in his heart, he dared not move an inch from then on.
I fell asleep in just 5 minutes!
Listening to her even, long breaths, Mu Xia turned to the side and muttered, "She has some conscience, but not much."
Nothing happened that night. Ruan Xianxian extinguished the campfire outside, and Gong Ye was woken up by the system after entering the mountains.
365: [Wake up! That man's gone, you can come out and release the turtles now!]
Ruan Xianxian opened her eyes, knowing that Mu Xia was on guard, and pretended to have a stomachache to get out of the car. She came to a patch of grass where the moonlight could not reach, and with a wave of her hand, she released a faint light.
Fearing that it might cause another disturbance, she dared not put it in the water.
On the grassy bank, the enormous Weiwei poked its head out of its shell as soon as it appeared, emitting a brief hiss.
Ruan Xianxian quickly shut it up, pointed to the rushing river under the moonlight, slapped the glans hard with her other hand, and whispered:
"Go back! You're not smart. Don't go ashore so easily in the future, or you'll get caught and stewed into turtle soup."
Weiwei gave her a deep look.
Although it didn't know how it suddenly found itself at its doorstep when it closed its eyes and opened them again, it was very grateful to this human.
After calling out to let Ruan Xianxian sit on its back, it crawled slowly.
Upon seeing the whole thing, Ruan Xianxian discovered that Weiwei was much larger than when she had seen it in the water, with its limbs fully extended, and it was as tall as a small two-story building.
A person and a turtle arrived at the riverbank. Before parting, Ruan Xianxian fed the turtle a few grains of goose feed made from spiritual spring water, and then hugged the turtle's head before turning away...
The corner of her dress was gently held in its mouth, and it made her wait for it on the shore for a while.
Seeing that Ruan Xianxian agreed, it took a few steps to dive into the water, and a few breaths later, the huge figure completely disappeared.
Weiwei moved very quickly underwater. After about 20 minutes, the huge figure reappeared, this time carrying many iron boxes on his back.
After easily bringing the boxes ashore, he gestured for Ruan Xianxian to open them.
Ruan Xianxian's heart pounded faster as she guessed what was going on. Under the moonlight, she could see intricate patterns cast on the rusty iron box.
The rusty lock was easily opened, and Ruan Xianxian's eyes were dazzled to see a box full of exquisitely carved jade artifacts. Each piece she picked up was priceless, unlike anything made in modern times.
When the box was opened, it was empty. It may have contained books or cloth, but they had long since been washed away by the water.
Boxes full of gold, silver and jade artifacts and countless antique jewelry.
The meaning behind each piece is enough to make museums and collectors take notice.
When the last and largest box was opened, the first thing I saw was rusty scrap metal; the second thing... wow!
Bronze artifacts!
A whole box full of bronze artifacts!
Ruan Xianxian's hand trembled slightly. She had no doubt that the bronze artifacts buried at the bottom of the Songjiang River were fakes.
Some of them have rotted, but items such as a pair of hexagonal long-necked bottles with double handles, a pair of palace lanterns with inscriptions, and a three-legged ding, which is the highest-ranking bronze vessel, are all well preserved.
Ruan was a little out of breath. Let's put it this way: if she sold this box of things, she could get an astronomical sum of money, enough to ensure that her family wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the next five generations.
Thinking of this, Ruan Xianxian's thoughts began to wander, and her voice became somewhat ethereal:
[Commander! I have a rough idea. Could your store replicate bronze artifacts? Should we create a spy game within a spy game?]
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