The rising sun was particularly bright, and the soft light spread through the trees in the mountains and forests, shining on Long Xiaoqi.                                                                                                                �

"Zhao Ying!" Long Xiaoqi's shouts sounded in the forest.

The moment he opened his eyes, he immediately jumped up from the ground to look for Zhao Ying's figure. Unfortunately, there was a quiet area around him, and there was no one at all. But the blood on the ground proved that everything born at night was not an illusion or a dream.

"Ghost Soldier!!!" Long Xiaoqi pulled his throat and roared again, and ran forward quickly.

Unfortunately, there was still a quiet area around, without Zhao Ying or ghost soldiers. Since it was a ghost, how could it appear during the day? Since it was a ghost, how could it be exposed to the sun? There was only a pool of blood. There was no doubt that it was left by Zhao Ying and the ghost soldiers. What about the person? Even if you can't see the living person, what about the corpse???

Long Xiaoqi ran wildly in the mountains and forests like a madman, running and roaring, but unfortunately...

He stopped, sat dejectedly on a rock and gasped, and reached into the gap, holding his scalp tightly. He couldn't see anyone but died, and where was it? Where was Zhao Ying? Where was the ghost soldier?!

Despair, at this moment, Long Xiaoqi fell into an extremely desperate situation. Just like what he said to Baitou, at least Baitou knew the result of his woman, but he didn't even know the final result...

There is no vocabulary to describe Long Xiaoqi's current mood, annoyance, regret, no, no, it is not like this at all. He is angry, mocking, angering his incompetence, mocking his powerlessness. That's right, at this time he can only do this, because he doesn't even have the qualification to fight to the death. Zhao Ying is gone, life and death are unknown. This is a woman who cultivates him, a woman who beat him, a woman who loves him, and a woman who always supports him.

This woman is Zhao Ying, who raised her head and took a sip of white wine, smiled gently and had a soft voice.

"Golden train, I have to find you." Long Xiaoqi's eyes fell into cold calm.

He stood up and slowly walked towards the small wooden house where Baitou died. He saw reality, and after seeing reality, he returned to calm in the shortest time. But was he really calm? No, he just suppressed the volcano in his heart with calmness and waited for the final explosion at any time. Because Long Xiaoqi is a real man, he can be enemies of his women and everything, and he will do whatever he wants.

The ghost soldiers come from the golden train, or have an inseparable relationship with the golden train. If he wants to find Zhao Ying, he has to find the ghost soldiers. If he finds the ghost soldiers, he has to find the gold train first!

The conditioning is very clear, this is Long Xiaoqi. The more you encounter pressure, the more terrifying it is. On the contrary, the lighter the pressure, the more impulsive he is. Calmness and impulsivity show an absolute contradiction in him, but this contradiction does not have any abrupt feeling. This is Long Xiaoqi, a gangster, a scoundrel, and a shameless person...

The broken wooden house became even more broken, and it turned into a white-headed grave. His body still maintained its original posture, quietly sank there, his body cold and stiff, and his face was covered with a blue-gray color that only dead people could have.

Squatting in front of the white-headed corpse, Long Xiaoqi's eyes swept over the other person's face first, and then slowly moved downward. When his eyes fell on the other person's hands holding his big legs, he immediately stared at him.

The corpse can speak, and as long as you are careful, you can always hear the language of the corpse. Long Xiaoqi has always believed that white hair will keep the secret, not only in his brain, but also in other ways.

"Clam!"

Long Xiaoqi pulled out the saberary and cut off the white-headed and grabbed the big-legged hand tightly, cutting the fingers that could not be separated one by one. No blood flowed out. After half a night, the blood in the corpse had already solidified.

As his fingers were cut, the hand that grabbed the big and big legs was finally able to take it off. Long Xiaoqi tore open his white-haired pants and saw a scar. He fucked the saber and opened his flesh and stretched out his hand to point it inside.

Long Xiaoqi has heard of something. In order to fake jade, some people will sew a piece of jade into the sheep's body, so that the jade can be soaked in blood, creating blood-colored patterns, and turning it into valuable chicken blood jade. Things can be hidden in the sheep's body, so why can't people hide things? When Baitou is dying, he has to tell Long Xiaoqi the secret, but it is not too late, but his action is very abrupt.

The heart is broken by a warhead, and no one will use his last strength to make a meaningless action. In other words, all the actions he makes in the last few seconds of life's survival are meaningful.

A small oil paper bag was cut out, and Long Xiaoqi narrowed his eyes and opened the oil paper bag. What was reflected in front of him was a key. This was the key of a safe. The English letters on the key can be determined by the standard Chartered Bank's safe key. The white-headed hiding the key of the safe in his big and legs means that this key is extremely important. It must be information about the golden train when it is present in the standard Chartered Bank's safe.

But which bank does it exist? How can we find so many Standard Chartered banks in the world?

"Hu..." Holding the key, Long Xiaoqi let out a deep breath.

He had to find information about the Golden Train in a short time, and then head to the location of the Golden Train. When he got there, he might be able to find ghost soldiers, and maybe Zhao Ying could be able to find them.

Zhao Ying must not have died, she cannot die!

"asshole!"

An angry voice suddenly sounded from outside, followed by Book, and several bodyguards who reached out quickly surrounded Long Xiaoqi and pointed a pistol at his head.

Princess Maya!

Princess Maya, who was exhausted, was extremely angry. She was thrown away. Instead of leaving, she chased after him along the route where Long Xiaoqi escaped. She would not let this bastard guy go, and she would never let him go.

"My woman's life and death are unknown, and I'm in a very bad mood." Long Xiaoqi turned around and stared at Princess Maya and said, "Don't mess with me, otherwise today will be your day of worship next year. I don't care about killing one or two princesses or princes."

"you……"

Princess Maya was so angry that she couldn't speak. She came here not to kill Long Xiaoqi, but to... She couldn't tell why she wanted to catch up. What was the meaning of catching up?

"Princess, don't mess with him." Lina whispered to the princess: "He is very unstable, I can tell."
Chapter completed!