When passing the man-eating tree, Luo An, as a ghost, was also severely injured. It should be said that the man-eating tree was more powerful than the tree. It usually had to endure 10 times the injuries that a person would suffer, and even to heal, it would need to be a complete whole body to be effective. Therefore, it was not surprising that the unconscious Luo An was captured by Tian Saburo.
Cheng Shuang had already retrieved the dolls from Du Jun and the others, and was preparing to meet up with Feng Jiakang before going to find Gong Zhu and the others.
She had considered that Luo An, who stayed in the house, would be exposed. In that situation, it couldn't even protect itself, let alone hide. But she didn't expect Tian Sanlang to choose to join forces with Zhou Lang.
"Didn't you tell me to give this to the female VIP?" Tian Saburo pressed, his eyes half-closed as he scrutinized the short woman in front of him. Recalling everything since they met, suspicion arose, and he looked for flaws everywhere.
"The female VIPs' skills." Cheng Shuang's answer was extremely simple. Knowing that saying more would only lead to more mistakes, she shrugged and said, "The female VIPs like them, so I've made several."
The little girl was so calm that it was impossible to tell her true emotions. VIPs' ages often match their appearances, so how could a real child be so composed?
No VIP has ever impersonated someone to sneak into the central city. Perhaps some have, but before they could be discovered, those people died in some underground corner.
Unlike the person in front of me, who had been lively and energetic for days but had disappeared without a trace.
Tian Saburo wasn't really familiar with many of the things outside the rules of the central city. After all, he was only allowed to enter the central city once a month, which was nothing compared to Zhou Lang, who had been in the city for at least ten years.
Therefore, the first thing he did after capturing Luo An was to go to Zhou Lang to find out information.
It's important to know that making private deals with guides is a major taboo for them. With this leverage, he's not afraid that Zhou Yu won't cooperate.
This is why Tian Saburo felt comfortable letting Zhou Lang set foot on his territory.
He won't report Fang Niang's death, but that doesn't mean he's really ignoring it. Who knows if Fang Niang's fate will be his tomorrow?
If Xiaoshuang really is a VIP, then he can rest assured.
If not, it doesn't matter; Feng Guibin only needs one personal attendant.
"Xiaoshuang, we've known each other for so long, you should know I've been good to you, and in many ways..."
"Oh? You've got it backwards, haven't you? I'm the one who's been nice to you!" Cheng Shuang tilted her head, calmly placed the kettle on the counter, and pushed it towards Zhou Lang, saying naturally, "Our esteemed guest likes green tea. I'll chat with him, so you can make some tea!"
Zhou Lang hesitated for a moment, but no matter what, nothing was more important than getting close to the distinguished guest, so he immediately stepped forward to get busy.
Cheng Shuang turned around and leaned against the table, spreading her hands out to Tian Sanlang, "By the way, when are you returning the candy?"
The once confident Tazaburo's expression changed, and he subconsciously reached for his waist pouch, where the candies, which were not full to begin with, were now only a third full.
He remembered how he couldn't keep up with the sedan chair and had fallen ill, so he could only helplessly watch it disappear into the distance. He remembered how he was mocked and threatened by Fang Niang and the guides for his fear of heights. He remembered how he was restricted everywhere in the central city due to the lack of sugar. He must... he must succeed in getting a new coat, a VIP coat, and everything will be very different.
For some reason, the face of the person in front of him flashed into Tian Sanlang's mind. She had lent a helping hand when he watched the sedan chair fall unwillingly, when he was lying on the arched bridge unable to move, and when he watched Fang Niang approach the VIPs with impunity while he was struggling to find sugar...
Tian Sanlang avoided looking directly into Cheng Shuang's eyes.
However, at that moment, Cheng Shuang took a big step to the side, creating some distance, and a stream of liquid fell from the sky, drenching him from head to toe.
The pain of being skinned and having bones dug out was no less than what he was experiencing now. Tian Sanlang glared at Zhou Lang, who had remained silent until he suddenly changed his stance, in excruciating pain. Through his blurred vision, he could only see Zhou Lang's relieved and mocking smile.
His face was melting, his soaked legs softened into a puddle of mud from skin to bone, and he lost all consciousness before he could even feel anger.
Zhou Lang clicked his tongue twice and muttered, "How ugly!" Then, without any mercy, he poured all the water from the kettle onto Tian Sanlang, who was slumped on the ground. The eerie green figure inside the skin and bones didn't even have a chance to roar or howl before it vanished in an instant.
A pot of water, just right!
Zhou Lang drained the last drop of water from the pot, kicked the tattered green robe with his foot, and said angrily, "Let you threaten me, killing you quickly is already being kind!"
Cheng Shuang was not surprised at all. What Tian Sanlang did not know was that Zhou Lang had been giving her meaningful glances ever since she opened her mouth.
The guide, who always considered himself superior to the attendants, was not about to swallow his anger at being threatened and intimidated by an attendant of a rival.
What she probably didn't expect was that Zhou Lang was extremely ruthless.
"Go find your female VIP, I'll handle things with VIP Feng!" Zhou Lang said smugly, then his tone turned sinister and threatening, "Don't forget to keep your mouth shut, or neither of us will get away with this!"
The little girl stepped forward and pulled Luo An out from under the wet green robe. Its body was also wet, which she gently wiped clean with a tissue.
Zhou Lang's smiling face gradually stiffened, his hand holding the kettle trembled as if in a spasm, and his face showed a look of bewilderment and disbelief.
She...she is not a homeless person!
When Zhou Lang saw her raise her beautiful peach blossom eyes and smile at him, a torrential downpour of spiritual water drenched him from head to toe. He only had time to turn around and glance at the person who had ambushed him from behind before the word "VIP" in his throat turned into a gurgling sound...
Feng Jiakang put down the kettle, rubbed his sore back, raised an eyebrow and smiled at Cheng Shuang, who was holding the baby, "You're finally back. I've been lying in ambush here for several hours."
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