Su Mu rubbed his eyes in a daze, and then he remembered that he locked the door when he was going to bed in the morning.
But I wouldn't have been sleeping so hard that I couldn't even hear the knock on the door outside?
"Fat Master, are you?"
Fat Master replied with two thugs.
That's very obvious.
It's me, so what about you?
Fatty Mr. Su Mu is simply too big of an opinion.
What Su Mu promised him has never been fulfilled.
Forget it, he actually found his body again.
The fat man split out from Ye Zu's consciousness and the new sense of autonomy produced was equivalent to Ye Zu's son, who was born to be suppressed by Ye Zu.
It means that Su Mu promised him nothing needs to be done.
Ye Zu would not agree to control Su Mu's body.
After having an in-depth exchange with the old man in Japan, Ye Zu could castrate him.
Conscious castration is even more ruthless.
It would be strange if Fatty Master is happy.
In fact, when Ye Zu was splitting his consciousness, Fat Master inherited more of the bad side of Ye Zu's own personality.
Of course, Ye Zu did not allow such a thing to happen, which ruined his reputation.
Fat Master did not dare to resist Ye Zu, so he naturally had to take revenge on Su Mu.
You can't make a fool at critical moments, but Fatty is so skillful when he does such a prank like Wushuoya.
After Su Mu, he had something to play.
Seeing Su Mu's confused look, the handsome man almost collapsed.
"Boy, you... won't be a problem, right?"
What day is today? How could Hushang not understand?
With his personality and his nerves were so tense that Su Mu could still sleep soundly?
This kid's heart is a little too big, right?
Su Mu rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said earnestly:
"Old Han, keep calm. You are also a person who commands a heavy army."
The two team leaders who followed Han Feihu like a door god almost fell off their eyes.
In this world, who dares to talk to their boss like this?
Every time Mr. Hu meets his boss, he always praises him.
But Han Feihu knew Su Mu's identity and angrily smashed a few pieces of paper:
"Give you ten minutes."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
Su Mu rubbed his eyes, picked up a few pieces of paper sleepyly, and a touch of solemnity flashed between his eyebrows.
It is information from people from Fusang, Japan.
Needless to say, the specifications of the two sides' battles must have been negotiated in advance.
Mr. Hu secretly took charge of the situation, Jiang Wangshu was responsible for specific matters, and Hushuai was responsible for safety issues.
In Japan, it is impossible for the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.
Because this position is the actual head of state.
The one who benchmarks Mr. Hu should be the Minister of Defense.
The information is also noted in the same way.
But the opponent's actual team leader was a guy named Fujiwara.
Su Mu looked at the words Fujiwara and couldn't help but shake his head.
Fujiwara is a surname and has no name, so it can only be explained one thing.
The other party, this is a pseudonym.
Who can use a pseudonym?
In Fusang, Fujiwara clan, it was a true aristocratic surname, abbreviated as Fuji, which had existed as early as the Asuka era.
The era of flying birds was equivalent to the Sui Dynasty in China.
If your surname is Fujiwara, that's pride.
But the other party is not named, so it can only be explained one thing.
The surname Fujiwara is not worthy of his identity.
So, in Fusang, who else can surpass the real ancient nobles like Genji, Heiji, and Fujiwara?
There is only one answer.
royal.
So, this guy named Fujiwara is the royal prince.
Just so happens that this identity is equal to Jiang Wangshu.
The royal family sent this prince to lead the team, indicating that this prince will be the heir to the emperor in the future.
Su Mu actually had no interest in the information, but the information Han Feihu gave him could see some other things.
The Minister of Defense was in charge, Fujiwara was the leader, Hei and Genji, and each sent the most important people besides the head of the family to attend, and then the successors of the four major Japanese chaebols.
The list information introduces the information of each of the above, their status and power in the family, and analyzes the heights they may reach in the future.
There is another sentence after that, only a few players marked, but no players were written out.
The focus of Su Mu's attention is the attendant.
Among the members, there must be the sons of the three major clans, important members of the Skeleton Society, and masters who go to battle.
It is obvious that Japan Fusang cannot raise this battle of national destiny to a height that exceeds the national level.
Even if these entourages interfere in the battle, they can only take action secretly.
The names of people listed on this list are not simply a few names.
This is the result of the highest level of intelligence agencies in China, and it has worked hard for several years or even ten years.
After reading it, Su Mu casually kneaded the information into a ball and gently pinched it in his palm.
The paper ball instantly turned into dust and was thrown into the trash can by him.
noble?
Su Mu simply scoffed at the nobles of Fusang in Japan.
Not everyone is qualified to call him a noble.
Whether in the East or the West.
In Su Mu's eyes, the continuation of civilization has not dominated the world for less than a thousand years, and is not worthy of producing nobles.
What is China?
It is so polite that it is called Xia.
The beauty of a concubine is called Hua.
That's right, Su Mu is a complete nationalist.
What a joke?
When the Chinese nobleman Qingluo feather shirt was playing with the Nine Qu Liushang, the Western nobleman was sleeping in the pigpen with a sow.
When Bai Qi killed 400,000 in the Warring States Period in China, the Warring States Period in Fusang, Japan was a fucking joke?
Their battles of princes were not even more than five hundred people.
Just a few hundred people fight, how dare you call it a national war?
The so-called king is just a mayor.
Build a large yard and build a circle of earthen walls to make a city.
I will give you thirty people and take over that city.
Su Mu is a cultural person, and he has studied the history of Japan Fusang with extraordinary profound knowledge.
If there were no three major tribes behind it, how could the shame of the country and the race be destroyed more than a hundred years ago?
After taking a shower, Su Mu took out a set of customized clothes from the storage device and changed it to it.
Hanfu.
As soon as the black Hanfu was on his body, Su Mu looked in the mirror for a long time and felt very satisfied.
The only thing I don't like is that my hair is short.
When will I be able to have soft and elegant black hair like Feng and Guang?
If you lack hair, you will be discounted.
Fortunately, his Hanfu has also been improved, which makes him look very energetic.
When Han Feihu opened the door and went out, he was stunned for a moment when he saw him like this.
"You kid, you should be a novice, but unfortunately my daughter is too young, otherwise, she would have to accept you as her son-in-law."
Hushuai's words scared Su Mu's legs so much that he weakened:
"Old Han, stop making trouble."
If the eyes could kill people, the eyes of the guard commander and the sharp knife commander would have long poked Su Mu into a slag.