"After the World Cup is over, it's better to return home quickly and avoid going out."

After Jiang Yi left the country, he realized more and more how dangerous it was abroad.

Although there are many killers coming to our door in China, most killers only have a crossbow at most. Trying to get grenades and submachine guns is no different from dreaming.

But once you go abroad, you are bombarded with all kinds of bombs, so it’s hard to bear. It’s better to stay at home and win.

Jiang Yi lay on the bed in the villa, took a bath, put on his pajamas, and fell asleep.

As long as he doesn't participate, how can the Hongmen Banquet hurt him?

the other side.

Sakurako Kada and others stayed in ambush at the Royal Hotel all night, staring at each other with dark circles under their eyes.

"Didn't Jiang Yi say that he would come in person?" Hetian Yingzi felt that she had been fooled.

Romank looked at his younger siblings, thinking that one of them had secretly reported the news.

Luo Mandi and Luo Manli shook their heads: "Brother, we haven't left you all night."

"Go to sleep." Hetian Yingzi said, "Jiang Yi will not come."

"I've seen your Chinese movie, and I think Jiang Yi is like the protagonist with special abilities -"

Romank said cautiously: "But in your Chinese novels, such a protagonist is always in the air. Even if he knows that there is a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​​​fire ahead, he will still push through. If he can stand out, he will definitely stand out."

"Why is Jiang Yi so different from these people in personality?"

Romank believes that a country's policies can reflect what its people want to a certain extent.

After all, the ultimate secret is to satisfy people's desires that are difficult to realize in reality, and to let people experience a different world with a sense of substitution.

Romank has believed for a long time that Chinese people are also full of heroism. He feels that Jiang Yi meets the conditions for heroism. In a situation like this, even if he knows there is a pitfall, he should still fight hard and show his sword.

But Jiang Yi didn't follow the routine at all.

Sakurako Heda sneered: "Don't you know that there is another protagonist in China called King Gou?"

"I know, but Jiang Yi doesn't meet the requirements. He dares to bring only a dozen people to make trouble in Brown Rice, dares to let people go to the sunset to grab the Yongle Sword, and dares to plant a flag in your waste bird. I have a very high opinion of his character.

A comprehensive analysis shows that this is a person who dares to do anything, and he should not be so timid."

Romanke felt that he could not understand the civilization of the Chinese people and what the people of this nation really thought.

Sakurako Heda felt that some of her conversations with him were inappropriate and said: "Chinese people do have a fighting spirit in their bones, but this spirit needs to be stimulated by something. This is where we made a miscalculation."

"Yes...yes!"

Romank suddenly realized: "We have nothing here that he cares about!"

"Does he have parents, a wife, a girlfriend, or a crush?" Romank seemed to have found a breakthrough.

Sakurako Heda shook her head: "I once suspected that he was gay."

"As a man in his twenties, he doesn't have a single woman close to him. He has been single since he was born, and he doesn't even have anyone he cares about."

"Haha, I don't believe there is a man who is not interested in women. He is just holding back." Romank lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, "Leave it to me and I will kill him within three days."

Jiang Yi slept until dawn. The weather in Tal today was particularly sunny, and the sun was shining warmly on his body. He got up and washed himself for a while. After having lunch with his ancestors, he went to the yard to play football.

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Emperor Taizong was sitting on the edge of the stadium, looking around with a telescope. Jiang Yi asked curiously: "Ancestor Taizong, what are you looking at?"

"Looking for an opponent, I can't even find the opponent of the Chinese team even with a telescope."

Emperor Taizong of Versailles: "It's boring and boring. I wonder what powerful people will appear in the World Cup, but no team can compete."

"Alas, I am in my prime, but I have no pursuits, and I am about to suffer from what you call depression."

Emperor Taizong sighed: "When I was in the Tang Dynasty, every time I sent people to destroy the country, I did nothing. I never had to consider whether the Tang army could win. Instead, I often thought about who should be sent to destroy the country this time."

"Now that I have come to modern times, it is the same. Who else on this team can be their opponent?"

Jiang Yi looked at the ancestors who were playing football and said with a smile: "Yes, there is always less anticipation in a process without suspense."

"I hope other teams can give me a surprise, otherwise I will be bored."

Emperor Taizong was about to put down his telescope when he suddenly saw a group of people wearing jerseys walking over.

"who are they?"

Emperor Taizong gave the telescope to Jiang Yi.

Jiang Yi picked up the binoculars and took a look and said: "The useless birdman is a player I didn't see yesterday. Is he here to play a friendly match?"

"This is for fun."

Jiang Yi judged this from their Yazhou appearance and average height, as well as the shape of their mouths when they spoke. The two words most spoken by these useless bird people were "Baga!"

"It took a lot of effort to find out here." After Jiang Yi saw the whole picture, he focused on the details. There were several photographers following the Waste Bird Team. Judging from the faint palm prints on the hands of these players, it should be

It is the hand that often holds a sword.

Jiang Yi has seen many ninja swords and bird swords and knows some common handle patterns.

Looking at the way they walk, they are not so much a group of players as a group of killers.

Do you want to take revenge in this way?

Jiang Yi never expected that the useless bird man would come to his door in this way.

The doorbell rang outside the iron gate of the villa. Jiang Yi, who was always in disguise, walked over slowly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"We are here to discuss with the Chinese team. We were not in good condition yesterday. Since you have a stadium here, how about playing a game here?"

"Spar with us?" Huo Qubing came over and said disdainfully, "Are you worthy?"

"You can only know if you are worthy of playing, right? However, we want to be more open in this game. We can hurt people on the court without fouling. Do you Chinese people have such courage?"

"It's not a foul to hurt someone?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi concluded that they were just looking for trouble, but it was like a sheep provoking a wolf. Not only was it ignorant, but it also led to death.

"That's right, do you, the Chinese team, dare to sign a life and death certificate?"

"Captain, you don't need to talk to the Chinese team anymore. I want to see where they are like this. They are a group of people who only know how to bark. They don't dare to do anything to us."

The players of the Waste Bird Team sang along, but Huo Qubing couldn't bear it. He opened the iron door, let the Waste Bird Team in, and signed a life and death certificate with them on the spot.

The other ancestors also stepped forward to press their fingerprints, and upon seeing this, the Waste Bird Team all pressed their fingerprints.

Huaxia and Feinniao have many origins since ancient times.
Chapter completed!