Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

‘Ding Ding!’

The crisp ringtone rang, and the maid named Mikako took small steps and ran in.

"Is there...ahhhhh~~~"

Before Meihezi could finish her words, she was frightened by the sea of ​​blood in front of her and almost fainted.

“Wow~hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Immediately afterwards, Mikako was mixed with even more swallowing and started to retching.

Wang Xuebin and Miko Xihui are both very different people and do not care about the scene like Shura hell.

But although this woman named Mikako is not a good person, she can only be regarded as a regular bad person at best.

Drug trafficking, forced good people to become prostitutes, power and sex transactions, population transactions, and so on, it's over.

As for Wang Xuebin and Miko of the Western Association, one of them has rolled in the sea of ​​blood, and the other has dealt with dead bodies all day long. Their acceptance of blood has long exceeded the bottom line of ordinary people.

Therefore, they think that it is no big deal, but it is a nightmare that many people can't imagine.

"Wang Jun, do you want to change a room for you?"

Seeing his subordinate's sluggish attitude, Miko Xihui felt annoyed in her heart. She glanced at Mikako coldly, turned to look at Wang Xuebin, and asked with a smile.

Wang Xuebin saw her expression in his eyes, but he did not mean to protect Mikako. Instead, he looked at Mikako with a very obvious contemptuous look, and then shook his head and said:

"It's okay, the Japanese corpse is in the middle of the meal. Miss Miko should transfer the dishes as soon as possible, don't let me wait too long!"

Hearing this, Miko felt even more annoyed. She picked up a blood-stained chrysanthemum petal from the ground and waved it gently.

Miss Mikako's expression immediately became dull, she stood up stiffly, turned her head and walked out of the door.

"Wang Jun, wait patiently for a moment, and the food will come soon!"

As he said that, Miko stood up, gave a slight salute, turned around and walked out the door with a charming figure.

After seeing Miko Xixihui leaving, Wang Xuebin's expression slowed down, and he pulled a petal and floated in the air without touching it with his hands. He directly used magic to send it into the storage space.

Jiuju’s first-class technique is very secretive and unique. It originates from Yin and Yang, and is combined with Buddhism, Taoism and Witch Secrets. It can be said to be a family of its own. Since the Tang Dynasty introduced to Japan, the land of China has lost its inheritance.

Even Lin Yimei, the leader of the Taoist sect who has fought with Jiuju many times, is difficult to complete the magic of Jiuju's magic vein.

Wang Xuebin was fortunate to see the soul-lossing technique of the Jiuju vein today, so he naturally had to take this opportunity to study it.

If you can use this chrysanthemum to get a glimpse of the mystery, it would not be a waste of time.

After all, the nine chrysanthemums and nine chrysanthemums are the foundation. As long as you can grasp this chrysanthemum, the so-called nine chrysanthemum veins will be like a path, and you will enter and exit with him!

Soon, Miko Xixi, who had just washed up, changed into a bright red yukata and pushed the door open.

The yukata here refers not to the bathrobe worn by China after taking a bath, but a traditional Japanese clothing, which is slightly similar to the shape of a kimono.

The bright red yukata has a very thin texture, and it is light, and the graceful body under the yukata can be seen vaguely.

However, the simple-dressed woman didn't care about Wang Xuebin's look at her eyes. Instead, she raised her hands and smiled charmingly:

"How is it? Miko's outfit... can still catch Wang Jun's eyes?"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin shook his head and chuckled, leaned back, and said with a smacking mouth:

"Tsk tsk! That's it. You have to see who wears the clothes! Just your flat figure that is not bulging in front and not tilted in the back and has your chest muscles not as big as mine, so there is nothing to look at!"

While Wang Xuebin said, he patted his strong chest twice, making a thump.

Miko of the Western Association was stunned for two or three seconds before she realized what Wang Xuebin meant. Then her face turned dark and her smile froze on her face. Her eyes looked at Wang Xuebin and became more and more dangerous.

"Ha! Wang Jun was joking!"

With a slash, Miko Nishiro no longer had the intention of seducing her. She stepped on Watanabe Nohe's palm and returned to her seat, knelt gently on the ground, and rang the ringtone of the dish again.

This time the person who came in was no longer the little Mikako, but a tall and strong man.

The big man looked indifferent and looked very much like Zhou Billy. He walked over with a silver-gray Zhongshan suit, holding a heavy-looking suitcase in both hands.

It seems that this person is not an ordinary person. At least he can still look at the miscellaneous parts of this place. He is much stronger than that of Mei and Zi.

"Wang Jun, this is the first dish I have prepared for you!"

As he said that, Miko Xixi Association, who had a disinterested look, raised her hand to take the suitcase, gently opened the lock, and opened the box in the direction of Wang Xuebin.

As soon as the box opened, a piece of golden light covered Wang Xuebin's eyes. He saw that the whole box was filled with gold bars one by one.

"Wow!!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's shocked expression, Miko Xihui smiled and pushed the box in front of Wang Xuebin, curled the corner of her mouth and said softly:

"How is it? Is Wang Jun still satisfied with this dish?"

"My God, this box is strong enough. What brand is it? Is it a specialty of your Japanese country?"

Wang Xuebin's expression changed from shock to admiration, but what he admired was not this box of gold bars, but this box.

Although the box is not very big, it must be three or five hundred kilograms full of gold bars. But seeing that the box is not broken or deformed, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but admire it.

You know, the donkey bags he bought for a lot of money were not as strong and durable as domestic A-made products. Since then, he has never bought luxury goods.

The donkey bag dispelled all his thoughts about luxury goods and ruined his chance to pay IQ tax!

"you!"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's style, Miko Xihui hadn't said anything, but the strong man behind him couldn't bear it anymore.

"Baga Road!"

While cursing, he took a step forward and wanted to take action.

"Fujita, what? Do you want to be with Watanabe?"

A cold voice sounded, and Miko Nishiro stared at the big man named Fujita with indifferent expression.

"Boss, he..."

"Answer me! Yes! Or no!"

"...no!"

"Then you won't get out of here!!!"

When Fujita heard this, he gritted his teeth and glared at Wang Xuebin fiercely, and walked out of the door in humiliation.

"There is nowhere to be the ruler, so Wang Jun laughs!"

Miko, who turned her head, no longer had a smile on her face. She stared at Wang Xuebin and asked loudly:

"I wonder if this dish from Wang Jun is not enough?"

"Subs? Hum~"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin couldn't help but sneer, picked up the bag he brought, threw it in front of Miko Xixihui, gritted his teeth and said:

"My incense burner is an antique from the pre-Zhou period, and the secret collection of the Chunshen Jun Huang Xie in the Warring States Period. Because of your mysterious deeds, my incense burner has completely broken!

I want to see if you have prepared a few dishes today, and if it is enough to make up for my losses!!!”