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Volume 0031 The Garden in the Mountains

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    Thanks to the exaggerated network information flow of later generations, Lu Sen also accidentally read some information about Assassins.

    It's just that the content about them is a lot of jokes, and there are even artistic processing of various film and television games, so Lu Sen doesn't know much about this sect.

    Known information may also be distorted.

    But only this sign shouldn't be wrong.

    When the drummer's gaze became extremely sharp, stabbing like a sharp sword, Lu Sen did not back down, but continued to stare into the opponent's eyes, without fear, without anxiety, and even with a little sarcasm.

    This is the attitude of the people of the Heavenly Dynasty.

    The drummer's gaze changed quickly, and then he showed a flattering smile and flattery, and he even bent down slightly.

    Lu Sen withdrew his gaze and left with Hei Zhu.

    The confrontation between the two was actually very short, less than four seconds, so no one noticed.

    The drummer stood on the high platform, watched Lu Sen's back for a while, and then walked backstage.

    The Semuren oiran just now leaned over and asked in Persian: "What happened, I felt your murderous aura just now, did you see the people from the Temple of the Cross?"

    "No." The drummer shook his head: "Just now there was a young man who looked like a white nobleman, staring at the logo on my arm, and was just taken aback."

    Before the Qing Dynasty, almost all barbarians believed that only the Chinese were Caucasian, and they themselves were colorless or red-skinned.

    It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that the word "yellow race" was applied to the Chinese and the entire East Asian.

    Originally, their skin color division was insulting, because in their concept, yellow skin was a symbol of 'serious illness'.

    It coincides with the term "sick man of East Asia".

    It's just a pity that Chinese people don't have much negative feelings about the term "yellow race", but think it is very reasonable.  After all, the Yellow River is the mother river, and from ancient times to the present, the folks have valued gold, so they don't think it's insulting to call people of the yellow race.

    However, Fusang and Goryeo are very disgusted with the term "yellow race".

    Semu Huakui breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it will be troublesome if the people from the Temple of the Cross also follow. I guess that noble boy is just interested in the symbol on your arm."

    While speaking, the two of them had already arrived in the small room in the background.

    They opened the secret door and went straight down to the cellar.

    This cellar is not too big, only about five meters in length and width, and three meters in height.

    But inside the cellar, there are quite a few scimitars and long swords, as well as five full-body plate armor.

    The Northern Song Dynasty couldn't help banning weapons and armor, especially this kind of full-body plate armor.

    If it is discovered, everyone related to this den will be implicated, and a hat of treason cannot escape.

    But if it was synthesized like Lu Sen, the kind of funny-looking, round wooden armor As long as you don't know the effect, the government probably won't care even if they see it.

    Under normal circumstances, no one would think that this kind of thin wooden half-body armor would have any defensive power. It is estimated that it can be used to block the claws of small wild animals.

    With a spear and sword, as long as you stab at random, you can pierce the person and the wooden armor together.

    In addition to weapons and armor, there were two people lying in the cellar. Their whole bodies were tied up. Judging from their clothing and appearance, they should be from the Song Dynasty.

    The oiran, Alizee, walked up to a slightly fat Song person, and kicked the latter's stomach heavily with her feet.

    The fat Song man immediately yelled, woke up from his sleep, twisted and struggled vigorously.

    Soon, another Song man next to the fat Song man also woke up. He looked at the two color-eyed men standing there, and said weakly: "Let us go, we really have no way for you to connect with the government.  We are just merchants, low-ranking people."

    The drummer squatted down, pressed his middle finger on a blood vessel in the thinner Song man's neck, and said in not-so-fluent Song dialect: "Then let's change our thinking, Song man, you know that in this great city  , which official is more likely to accept foreigners like us?"

    The Song man thought for a while, then shook his head.

    Common people look down on Semuren, let alone officials!

    The drummer grinned grimly, and pressed his fingers lightly, but he didn't know where he pressed, or what technique he used.  The Song man's face turned red in an instant, and the veins on his forehead protruded one by one, getting thicker and thicker, like green snakes growing bigger.

    Then his nostrils began to bleed, and his eyes were even more bloodshot, like two red light bulbs.

    &nb?Feeling the cool air, he was stunned for a moment, and then handed over the souvenir in his hand: "It's a mere gift, not a respect, and at the same time, I have to thank Lu Xiaolang for saving his life."

    After finishing speaking, Zhan Zhao bowed slightly.

    Lu Sen took the letter with both hands, a little surprised: "What is the meaning of Zhanbutou, I haven't seen you in this period of time, where did you come from for this life-saving favor?"

    "Please listen to me, Lu Xiaolang." Zhan Zhao removed the golden long sword he was carrying on his back, straightened his hands and said, "This time Zhan Zhao was lucky enough to save his life, thanks to the sword given by Lu Xiaolang."

    "It's inconvenient to talk standing up, let's talk in the building." Lu Sen made a gesture of invitation.

    Zhan Zhao thanked him, put away his stone sword and followed Lu Sen inside.

    And the closer he got to the small building, the weirder his expression became.

    Not to mention the strange building made of squares, there is a black box with a big speaker in the hall, which is emitting beautiful tunes.

    Or two instruments he had never heard before.

    At this time, the jukebox is playing "The Sound of Silence" played by piano and guitar.

    In fact, Zhan Zhao heard the music when he was outside the courtyard.

    It's just that he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, thinking that Lu Sen hired a troupe to listen to the music at home.

    It turned out that it was a black box making a sound when I came in.

    Even though Zhan Zhao had traveled all over the world as a person in the world before, and had seen a lot, he couldn't help it now, and asked, "Lu Xiaolang, what is this black box that plays music? ?
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