Two days later.

The doors and windows were closed tightly, and the smoke was shrouded in. Three people and three cigarettes were choked in the house.

The tea had already become cold. Master Li looked at it, holding the sides of the chair with both hands, without saying a word.

"Dingling..." The phone rang.

"Bang!"

Mr. Li slapped the table suddenly, and his eyes showed unprecedented fanaticism.

"My people are here, Xiaoxiang, please go down the mountain and bring the people up."

"Who is it? How many are here?" I asked.

Mr. Li grinned, "Only one today, it's Xiao Qinglong here."

I always had a premonition that something big was going to happen, but I didn't know what was about to happen. At this time, I frowned and said, "Yunfeng, don't let someone follow you on the road, be careful of your eyes."

I nodded: "Don't worry, I'm good at this."

I picked up the hat and put it on, I mute my phone, tied my shoelaces tightly and went down the mountain.

I have always had a strong memory of road conditions. I did not walk in the village, but walked through the farmland. As early as a few days ago, I secretly recorded the locations of the surrounding telephone poles. As long as I walked according to the telephone poles, I could bypass everyone and go out of the village.

After leaving Sanshili Village, I arrived at the fixed shuttle bus stop in the county town. I looked at the table below and was 6:15 pm.

I lit a cigarette with my clothes and squatted on the ground to smoke.

After taking a few sips, the sound of the bus brakes came, and the car was coming.

The car door opened and people got off one after another.

I don’t know what the “Little Qinglong” looks like, but I know that this person should be around 40 years old and is the youngest in Li Ye’s original team.

"Hmm? Is this person?"

In order not to be exposed, I did not step forward, but kept my distance and squatted on the ground to smoke.

I first saw a pair of fully exposed women's sandals, with five toenails all dyed red.

The eyes moved up.

A pair of blue tight jeans, slender and well-proportioned legs, and wearing sandals, was walking towards me step by step.

I couldn't help but be curious and looked up.

This is a middle-aged woman in her forties. She is about 1.75 meters tall, with her blond hair dyed and curly curled. There is no expression on her face. She is carrying a big bag in her hand and walks step by step.

Her slender legs crossed left and right, twisting and twisting when walking, not the kind of deliberate twisting. It felt like she was walking at first glance.

Very cool aura...

He has a small curly blonde hair, a thin cheek, a high nose bridge, and a lip nail under his lips. His eyes are arrogant. How can this look be described... It should be said that it is a little bit cold and sneering with two points.

The woman stopped slowly and asked, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Not holding it firmly, the cigarette butt in my hand fell to the ground.

"You...you are the little Qinglong?"

Totally unexpected!

I am really not as good as the little Qinglong mentioned by Master Li, but he is actually a woman!

Female artillery worker!

She suddenly threw the bag to me, and I subconsciously reached out to catch it.

This pack is very heavy, with a weight of at least 50 kilograms.

She smiled and said, "Boy, thank you for being caught, otherwise something might happen to everyone around here. Let's go and get it more secure."

She surpassed me and continued to walk ahead with a harsh attitude.

Because she is wearing tight jeans and her height of over 1.75 meters, from behind, I see that this is a model figure, with a very good figure and a perfect proportion.

When a man sees a beautiful woman on the road, he will always subconsciously compare the people around him. I am also a vulgar person, but... I think no one can compare to her at this time.

"You don't lead the way?"

"Oh! Here comes!"

After coming back from a brief trance, I hurriedly followed him quickly.

I said, "Sister Xiao Qinglong, are you thirsty? I still have a bottle of water here."

She turned around and asked, "How old are you this year?"

I said I was about twenty years old.

She shook her head and said, "You can't call Xiao Qinglong. You don't have the qualifications. In addition, don't recognize your seniority. My age is enough to be your mother."

She was clearly smiling, but I felt a sense of fear for no reason.

After swallowing, I didn't dare to look at her figure, just lowered my head to lead the way.

When she arrived at the foot of Mangshan Mountain, she stopped, looked at Dashan and said, "I have been away from here for almost ten years. Now that I am back, this place is still as usual and has not changed."

After saying that, she reminded me again: "Please carry my bag and don't fall into the ground."

I said yes, don't worry.

When they arrived at the abandoned Shangling Village on the mountain, Mr. Li and Barb were already waiting at the door.

"Ha ha!"

Mr. Li smiled heartily and said, "Look at which beauty this is, I can't recognize it."

"I'm in trouble, why can't I come?"

The two hugged each other.

Mr. Li patted her on the back, and there seemed to be some water vapor in his eyes.

I believe they once had their stories, but I, an outsider, don't know it.

"Hello, Wang Barb, long time no see you."

He smiled and shook his head: "Although I am older than you, I am afraid of you, so I'd better ask, should I call you Xiao Qinglong or Xiao Qing?"

She smiled and said, "You can do whatever you want, your head," she said.

"Then call it Xiaoqing, hurry into the house and drink a little tea to relieve fatigue."

I went down to the pit yard and poured tea for the woman himself.

She picked it up and drank a drink, and asked Master Li directly: "Put your head, who are we going to deal with? I'll prepare it and let him break it into three hundred yuan."

"You haven't changed, you're still the same."

Mr. Li shook his head and said with a serious expression: "The person we are dealing with this time is not ordinary people, but the most powerful wild path in the entire Luoyang and even the entire north. It can be said to be the ceiling of the wild path..."

After hearing this, the woman's expression did not change much. She stretched out her hand and said, "I'll give it to me, I'll give it to me."

"Why...."

Mr. Li sighed: "This is also a difficult point. Song Si just returned from Guangdong. No one lived in her hometown in the village. Her wife and daughter were arranged by her to another place. She couldn't find it for a while."

"But, since Xiaoqing has come, I feel at ease. Why not wait for a day and a half, and wait for the Erjingzi and the others to come, and we are planning an action."

"Xiaoxiang, you will take Xiaoqing to the room you live in first."

He took the person over and gently placed the big bag on the stool.

At this time, she supported her hands and stretched her waist.

I didn't go to see it.

Seeing me staring at the bag, she asked, "What? Are you curious about what I brought? Do you want to see it?"

I nodded and said, "It's okay to see."

Although I am from the lowest level of scattered soil, I have always liked artillery workers and I want to learn more about the artillery workers circle. Just like a master of the planner, I snapped my fingers and exploded with a bang. It was so handsome.

In addition, I currently believe that the planner is the ceiling of the Beipai artillery worker. When watering the Binta Garden, the hardness of the soil layer was increased by freezing, and the blasting range was accurately controlled. This was amazing enough.

But Mr. Li said that this middle-aged woman is the ceiling of the Northern School Cannon Worker. I definitely don’t believe it, I am a planner.

When I came to my senses, I heard her say, "Okay, get closer."
Chapter completed!