In the evening in Room 404 of the Victoria Apartments, Li Guolou saw Wu Tat who had put on makeup and sneaked into the French Concession. A terrifying black network was opening up to him. It made Li Guolou completely reflect on his principles of dealing with people. He should first establish his authority and then Talking about Jianghu love. He did things the other way around. You can't talk about Jianghu love with the rebels. Murderous intent burned in his heart.
The oil lamp was shining. Everyone in the living room was moving. Everyone looked so nervous. Some people had to experience the danger personally. Some people tried hard but were rejected by Li Guolou. Bao Quanzhong was the only child in the family. How could he be allowed to die? He is in danger. This person cannot die no matter what.
"Hey, it's you who didn't let me grow up. I usually say that I spend money indiscriminately. At critical moments, you make me hide in my lair. You will only play tricks with me. Huzi puts it lightly. Grandma, little plum. What do you think? I'm a country bumpkin and a chicken thief. I won't be stunned to slap you to death with a brick."
Bao Quanzhong got angry and walked out, ready to find spiritual comfort in Junzi. He walked to the door of room 405 and knocked on the knocker.
Junko opened the door in pajamas. She lowered her head gently and said, "Husband, thank you for your hard work."
"Hmm." Bao Quanzhong said with a straight face without a trace of a smile. He stepped in and walked in. He waved his hand and closed the door with a "pop." Bao Quanzhong leaned over and pulled Junko's belt. Her pajamas fell naturally onto the carpet. Junko's whole body was smooth, smooth and delicate. She was wearing nothing under her pajamas. With a sound of "Ouch," she jumped towards Junko to vent her frustration.
Junko, a master of martial arts, said softly: "Husband, don't rush and take your time. The longer the better."
Bao Quanzhong said impatiently: "Junzi, it doesn't matter, I will recover quickly. I can fight again in ten minutes."
Junko gasped and said: "Oh... Me too. Husband, come on. Work hard."
The two hugged each other and walked into the bathroom. A large bathtub filled with water was filled with misty steam. Bao Quanzhong and Junzi didn't know that the 405 murder had happened here. If they had known, they would have fought even more fiercely until dawn.
The guard captains Tang Ning, Wu Ta and others left to rest. Only Li Guolou's family members were left in the room. Everyone looked at Li Guolou with serious expressions. They looked at Li Guolou in silence and reluctantly, as if it was time to part ways between life and death.
Yelia raised her voice and said: "Okay, don't be afraid, you two. Mike and I will come back to pick you up. You should be good and stay with Lingling. Don't let Xiaobao take advantage of me when I'm not here. Mike treats you well. Don't be half-hearted. I understand. ?”
"She's a pretty serious guy. Don't talk nonsense about me." Shelia rolled her eyes and glared at Yelia. She was not like Yelia, who had a rich life experience and met countless men. She only had one man she liked to attack.
"Hey, don't look at how powerful Xiao Bao is now. We have a Mongolian maidservant at home. We also need to find a little Japanese singing girl. If we work too hard, it will be wasted in the future. I promise to find a little husband to get comfort." Xie Xiuzhu said from experience. .Bringing the separation of life and death to the little husband.
"What about Mike? You weren't the one who led him into trouble." Yelia immediately drew inferences and pinned Xie Xiuzhu as the criticized character.
"Hey, what's going on with you three? I'm talking about something important. What are you three talking to me about?" Li Guolou was extremely dissatisfied with the three lovers talking ill of their next-door neighbor Bao Quanzhong late at night.
"Oh, it's my fault. I'm going to sleep with Lingling now." Xie Liya was young and didn't have much worries. She didn't worry about what terrible things Li Guolou would encounter tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. She just slept when she was sleepy. She didn't care. People with lungs sleep until dawn.
"Hey." Xie Xiuzhu sighed. She was struggling in her heart. She was afraid that the hero Li Guolou would never come back, but she didn't dare to express her worries.
"Okay. Let's all go to sleep. Let Mike be alone with his candle in a daze." Yelia left the living room not wanting to cause Li Guolou any more trouble.
Li Guolou was bored. He picked up a long boxing strip and tied it to his hand. He was boxing alone in the living room. He was not sleepy. He just thought about the killing scenes. Each punch seemed to defeat an enemy. Before his eyes. There were countless imaginary enemies. He wanted to knock them down one by one. The sharp-edged face of Tarzan flashed up again and again. Li Guolou wanted to punch Tarzan on the nose. If he could defeat Tarzan, he Only then can he become a truly strong man. Li Guolou is full of desire in his heart. He will never fall in the boxing ring. He will keep his glory and dreams in this land that does not belong to the Qing Empire.
Skipping rope, doing push-ups, and practicing abdominal muscles. Li Guolou worked hard until after twelve o'clock before running into the bathroom to take a bath. The moment he lay in the bathtub, Li Guolou suddenly wanted to eat raw eggs. It became a habit and it was a disgusting food. I am used to it. I have already accepted this kind of food in my heart.
"Yeah. There are also bloody steaks and tasteless chicken breasts. I like them all. And the smelly milk. It tastes great." Li Guolou murmured to himself and stepped out of the bathtub before going to bed. Start by eating five raw eggs.
Li Guolou finished eating the raw eggs. He sat by the stove to dry his wet long hair. He watched the sparks flashing from the charcoal fire and combed his long hair with an ox-horn comb in his hand.
Behind him, Xie Xiuzhu said: "Xiaolou, let me help you thin it out. You can easily burn your hair like this."
Li Guolou closed his eyes slightly and leaned in Xie Xiuzhu's arms. He said, "Can't you sleep?"
"Well, I'm worried about you. I'm afraid that something might happen to you. I really admire Yelia for being able to sleep." Xie Xiuzhu said while combing Li Guolou's long hair. Her gentle movements made Li Guolou feel very comfortable.
"Don't worry, Second Grandma. Nothing will happen to me. You have to take good care of this family. I will make my enemies fall in front of me one by one. Let the world know that Third Brother is not someone to be trifled with." Li Guolou was determined. Said. The ideal has not yet been realized. The ambition is still in the blueprint. The prototype of the future will be unfolded. Li Guolou opened his eyes. His eyes became fierce, as if he wanted to eat people. He looked at himself in the mirror and Xie behind him. Xiuzhu.
"Bad guy, be good." Xie Xiuzhu slapped Li Guolou on the back. The meaning was obviously provocative.
"Hehe. I understand." Li Guolou's expression was restrained, and his eyes became dim. When the fire went out, there was only a slight snore in the room. A small black cat opened its eyes and circled in the living room, looking for the mouse to attack.
In the morning, Li Guolou and his party drove a carriage out of Tianjin City. Five of the fifteen carriages were large carriages pulled by four horses. There were large boxes on them. All Li Guolou's family members left the city. Li Guolou Twenty people from the corner goods store were hired to carry the belongings. It seemed that this time Li Guolou and his family returned home with a full load. There was no need to pay for leaving the city. The group quickly passed through the city gate.
The official road is straight and flat. White birch trees are planted neatly on both sides. The cold wind blows up puffs of dust. The cold winter is about to pass. There are few pedestrians on the road. Only the farmhouses on both sides of the road have smoke rising. There are thatched huts next to the farmhouses.
This is to let passers-by leave their feces in the farmers' huts. This is the fertilizer that farmers in the Qing Dynasty need. This is how farmers in farming societies fertilize the land.
Evergreen trees stand under the tall forts. This is the Qing Empire's defense of the capital. It guards the strategic areas. There are concessions in Tianjin and foreign troops. Under the bed, there is a tiger with bared teeth and claws. And the Qing Dynasty
The royal family of the empire can actually sleep safely and boldly in the capital.
The muzzles of the cannons on the fort are facing the official road. The muzzles of the cannons weighing tens of thousands of kilograms seem to tell passers-by that they are sacred and inviolable behemoths.
Photographer Qutav was sitting in the carriage. He looked at the tall buildings outside and said with emotion: "Hey, it would be great to be able to take pictures here. The photos will definitely sell for a lot of money."
The great journalist Eugene aimed his flintlock gun with one eye and said: "Kutav, if you take photos here, you will be deported by the Qing Empire in the morning. I will go to the prison to see you."
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"I hope the sun will come out. I can take a photo of you in battle and put you on the front page of Pravda." Shiqutav looked at the sky outside the glass window. The sky cleared and the sun shone through the clouds.
"Hmph. Mike dares to look down on us. I want the braided Manchu dog to know how the French won a war. Annan is a colony of our French. The Qing people should get out of here as soon as possible." Eugene
The barrel of the gun in his hand was pointed at Li Guolou, who was riding a horse outside the car, as if he wanted to kill Li Guolou with one shot.
"Shhhhhhhh. Eugene. We don't talk about politics. What does Annan care about us? We are thousands of miles apart. We failed in the Franco-Prussian War. Now we have to keep a low profile and stop when we get the benefits. Otherwise, the Germans will want us to look good again.
." Qutav was worried about being heard by people outside the carriage, so he spoke softly.
"Hey." Eugene sighed and said: "I will accept it if I can't beat the Germans. The Qing people are dragging their heels and arguing. We French people are never afraid. Qutav will remember to take some pictures for me later.
A photo of a human head. I want everyone in the French Concession to know me."
Qutav nodded and said: "Remember Eugene. Let Yelia stand by your side. Otherwise, the editor-in-chief will not use your photos."
"This pervert took so many photos of Yelia. I want to beat him to death." Eugene beat his thigh angrily. He and Qutav had already been in love with the interviewee for a long time. He and Qutav had already regarded Yelia.
Be their dream lover.
Regardless of the danger, two reporters from the French newspaper Pravda followed Li Guolou out of the city. They became famous during the encounter. The two French reporters were full of desire for killing. They could retreat or attack while hiding in the carriage. Eugene and
The topic that Qu Tafu was talking about was the war. He secretly aimed his gun at Li Guolou outside. He just wanted to do something.
A hero saves the beauty, takes Yelia into his arms, and lets the golden flower of France return to the embrace of the French. At that time, the beauty and money will be in his pocket. The two of them talk shamelessly about whether the blonde Yelia will follow her.
.The words were spitting. The two of them high-fived each other in the carriage. There was nothing wrong with sharing the fruits of victory.
In another carriage, Jelia stayed with her two French servants. Today Jelia and Cheri were wearing breeches and military uniforms. They had a gun on their waist and a flintlock gun beside the seat.
Two French women each had two guns.
Edward Jones was toying with the latest French long gun, a Saspor-type striker breech-loaded gun. The effective range was 1,500 meters. He kept raising the gun to take aim and lowering the gun barrel, ready to kill a robber at any time.
There are fifteen carriages that look like a corner goods store. There are more than thirty spearmen hidden inside. They are well-equipped. This is the progress of the times. The ax gang and the witchcraft of the White Lotus. When they encounter the musket array, they can only see a puff of smoke.
The rising. Can't run within a hundred steps.
Li Guolou glanced at the passers-by. Two fast horses passed by. The hidden stakes went to report the news. Looking at the figures of the two hidden stakes in the distance, Li Guolou's hand touched the short-barreled musket at his waist.
There is a big knife hanging on the bay red horse. He is waiting for the enemy to appear.
Now, on the official road, there are only small towns on the roadside where people can ambush people. Li Guolou looked at Shuangqiao Town in the distance ahead. That was where the merchants stayed. There were postmen patrolling the government officials. Could it be that today the Ax Gang and the White Lotus Sect are
Aren't they ready to sneak attack their cavalry?
A rumble sounded. The birch trees on both sides of the official road ahead fell on the road. There was a sound behind him. Several big trees fell in response. Li Guolou jumped off his horse and looked at the trees on both sides of the road and the river bank in fear.
A human head was exposed on the slope. A human head was also exposed on the other side of the crop field. Countless unfamiliar faces were smeared with oil paint, as if they were Rakshasa ghosts that had slipped out of hell.