Chapter 689 (1/2)

”Oh, please be gentle. My old bones are going to make you fall apart.” Dad Tashi took back his eyes from Li Qing, took a breath of air conditioning, spoke a very non-standard Mandarin, and his tone was quite strange.

”We live here, please.” Qian Liming said loudly.

Old Tashi's mouth and calloused fingers pulled out his ears: ”keep your voice down, I'm not deaf.”

Qian Liming looked embarrassed, smiled, squinted at the tall and thin man around him, and looked like a teacher asking questions. Seeing that the tall and thin man was excited all over, he hurriedly said to father Tashi: ”Dad, this is our big boss. You didn't forget the conditions I talked with you before?”

”I haven't forgotten. Don't see that I'm old and not confused.” father Tashi said, reaching out and pointing in one direction. ”Those stockaded villages are empty. Take them and let them live there.”

”As for you...” father Zhaxi looked at Li Qing again and knocked the cigarette pot on the door frame. ”My conditions here are better than other people. I live here. It's very humid in Longxi when it's dark. It's bad for my health. Come in quickly.”

Li Qing and Feng Yucheng looked at each other and knew that Zhaxi's father was not an ordinary person. The reason why they were allowed to live in their own house was that they saw some details of Li Qing and didn't trust them. They wanted to keep an eye on them so as not to have branches outside the Festival.

In a remote Hakka stronghold, suddenly a group of heavily armed mercenaries came, mixed with top experts who can't touch the details. No one dare take it lightly. So Li Qing could fully understand it. He smiled gently and took several people into the room.

Qian Liming stayed at the door and explained a few words to the tall and thin man. Then he smiled and turned into the house. He took the door and said to father Tashi, ”uncle, we have wounded people here. The bullets have not been taken out. Can we deal with them?”

Father Tashi nodded, turned to the shelf, took a candlestick, and shouted out of the window, ”Caiyun! Caiyun!”

”Ah.” there was a clear and pleasant response outside. After a while, the door was pushed open with a creak. With a light bell, a 16-year-old girl ran in.

The little girl was born with water and delicate skin. She wore two pigtails, thick eyebrows and two big eyes. Bai Nen tied a string of small bells on her wrist, bare her jade arms, wore embroidered fine grain clothes, and surrounded her lower body with a short skirt of the same material. She was barefooted and full of wit and vitality.

As soon as the girl came in, almost everyone in the room couldn't help breathing. It was like a fresh cool wind blowing into the room, and she felt comfortable all over. Her eyes fixed on her delicate figure and couldn't move away any more.