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Chapter 370 Senhan’s murderous intention

Xia Chuan and Zang Hong rushed to the military compound at exactly ten o'clock.

Zhang Wanli and his wife were saying goodbye to Binglan. The dowry had been packed. The cargo hold was really full, leaving only enough room for one person.

Binglan's eyes were red. Although she often left home on missions, she had never been as sad as this time.

"Xia Chuan, Binglan is entrusted to you." Zhang Wanli, dressed in military uniform, held Xia Chuan's hand tightly.

"Uncle and aunt, please rest assured, I will not let Binglan suffer any injustice." Xia Chuan solemnly promised that even if he only saves Binglan once, he will keep Binglan safe throughout his life.

Binglan was very pleased, but Zhang Wanli and his wife were very worried. Binglan's bad temper would be fine in Yanjing, but who would spoil her?Just don't cause any trouble.Fortunately, Xia Chuan is really all-powerful in the Far East. If he can monopolize finance, there will be no troubles. In this world, money always speaks.

"Okay, don't worry about mother-in-law and mother-in-law." Binglan became impatient at first, as if she was not the one getting married.

"Then you go up to the cargo hold." Xia Chuan said.

Binglan's eyes widened: "What did you say? You just said you wouldn't let me suffer any grievance, and you just let me go to the cargo hold in the blink of an eye?"

Xia Chuan was dumbfounded, "Why is the cargo hold aggrieved?

"Why don't I have to die of suffocation alone?"

"But there are only three seats in the cab. Zang Hong is flying the plane, the mechanic is behind, and I am the co-pilot. Where do you sit?"

"I fly the plane, and I don't have a problem with any of you going to the cargo hold." Binglan said brazenly.

Zhang Wanli and his wife's cheeks twitched. You are the bride and you have to be picked up by others. How can you give it to yourself?

Xia Chuan looked at Zang Hong, and Zang Hong looked at the mechanic.

Unexpectedly, the mechanic is also a very smart person. He has learned Chinese very well these days, so he immediately asked: "Are you going to suffocate me to death?"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Zang Hong pushed his shoulder and said, "Hurry to the cargo hold!"

The mechanic was afraid of Zang Hong, so it was useless to act arrogantly, so he had no choice but to get into the cargo hold in depression.

Xia Chuan then said: "Binglan, please sit in the co-pilot seat. Flying is quite tiring."

"Great." Binglan happily got into the co-pilot position. She could sit anywhere as long as she sat in the cockpit.

The helicopter quickly took off, Binglan waved on the plane, and Zhang Wanli and his wife waved below. However, the sadness at this moment was the strongest.

When the clouds stepped under her feet, the sorrow of separation had faded away, and Binglan's mind flew to the savage again.

"Have you not found Fei'er yet?" Binglan turned around and asked Xia Chuan.

Xia Chuan shook his head and said, "I don't know. I have only been away from the Far East for two days. There is no need to call and ask."

Binglan found that she was a little anxious, so she kept her face dignified and acted like a young lady.

Xia Chuan asked jokingly: "Binglan, would you like to meet your parents-in-law on the way? Doesn't this show that you are virtuous?"

"Go away. The old man hasn't said anything about marrying me yet. If I come to you first, wouldn't it be too cheap?"

"Oh, you won't be called to my door when you come to my place?"

"Of course, you are not his father."

Zang Hong laughed loudly, didn't she even come to the door with her dowry?

Binglan turned around and said, "Tell me about Lao Dao."

This was why she had to sit in the cockpit.

But Xia Chuan asked narrowly: "You two don't talk when you are together?"

These words were profound, but who knew that Binglan said generously: "Yes, he only has needs for his lower body, and his head is not empty."

Poof, Zang Hong and Xia Chuan sprayed out simultaneously, making the plane tremble.

But Binglan just wanted to satisfy men's bad tastes. She was a man, so how could she not understand men?

When the two of them had enough fun, she smiled again and said: "Actually, I teach him the training subjects of the special forces in my spare time. After all, he has never received formal training."

The two were immediately relieved, and at the same time their affection for Binglan increased. This was true love.

Xia Chuan sighed: "Actually, the old master learned all his kung fu from me, but his talent is better than mine, and he is better than his master."

Damn it, if this wasn’t in the sky, Zang Hong would have hurriedly avoided it.Binglan looked back at Xia Chuan in shock: "You are so similar to Lao Tao. Lao Tao said that you learned all the songs you wrote from him."

Zang Hong was stunned. Could it be that the shamelessness of these two people came from the same school?

Xia Chuan patted his thigh and laughed wildly.

……

Yakutia.

The cold autumn wind swept through the semi-desert mountain peaks, and the sky was full of yellow sand. The withered grass was rolled up into the sky. Dark clouds were pressing over the top, and the temperature was suddenly cold, adding a bit of chill to this desolate mountainous field. The sky was suddenly covered with thick clouds. , snowflakes were falling, and several mountain eagles screamed sharply, fluttering their wings into the sky with unyielding and arrogance, and soon disappeared.

The old Taoist withdrew his cold gaze and continued to move forward.

He had changed into the attire of a Yakut hunter, with a cloth belt around his waist, a tubular dagger in his moccasin boots, a shotgun on his back, and a hood (a hat that could hold things) with the brim lowered, just enough to cover his head. Saved his horrible scar.

This costume was ripped off from a hunter.

But the old man does not rob.The most anyone messed with him would be to eat without paying.

It's a pity that there are always blind people in this world, especially Yakut hunters.

Yakutia is a place with bitter cold in the extreme north. There are no forests or trees anymore. If you encounter outsiders in the wilderness, they will dare to kill you as long as they are not gods.

Among the more than 100 ethnic groups in Russia, the Yakuts are considered the second most stubborn.

The first is the Chukchi people, who also belong to the yellow race.

The people who used primitive weapons to defeat Lao Maozi's hot weapons many times were the Chukchi people. Their people were almost wiped out and their race was almost wiped out before they were annexed by the Soviet Union.As of today, there are only more than 1 people left.

Yakutia is worse, but it is also unruly. Maozi is a hot weapon, and Yakutia is definitely not good. In the end, it knelt down and became a Soviet Union country. Fortunately, there were 50 people left.

But this land is too desolate and vast, and everyone can still be wealthy if they divide one square kilometer.

The racial differences, cultural backwardness, economic gap, harsh climate, and barren land make Lao Maozi no longer interested in visiting again.A fighting nation only fights but does not govern.

Therefore, most places in Yakutia are still tribal.

Most of the tribesmen make a living by raising horses and deer, but there are also specialized hunters who make a living by hunting wolves.

Wolves are rampant in Yakutia, with the number exceeding [-]. Herds move in and out, roaring back and forth like the wind, causing herders to lose tens of millions of horses and deer every year.Therefore, the government stipulated that if you hunt a wolf, you will be given three hundred rubles, and the wolf skin will be yours.

The old Taoist suddenly froze his steps, and his eyes shot out with a sharp light.

A shaman walked slowly in front of him, the magic staff in his hand taking a few steps along with the sound of copper coins.This is a middle-aged man in his forties. His face has not been washed for who knows how many years, and a thick layer of putty has accumulated on his face. After long-term exposure to the sun, it has turned brown.

But those eyes were as sharp as knives, with cold murderous intent, and as sharp as the god of death.

"Are you looking for me?" The shaman kept walking, getting colder as he got closer.