In Qin Xianhe's opinion, Jiang Guangrong's small moves were a manifestation of the thief's crime. Qin Xianhe further confirmed his inner answer. After a while, Qin Xianhe's momentum rose and his waist was straightened.

Jiang Guangrong frowned slightly and asked tentatively: "We both? Is the principal referring to him?"

Qin Xian slapped Jiang Guangrong on the head and said angrily: "Who else can I say besides her?"

After being affirmed by Qin Xianhe, Jiang Guangrong suddenly realized: "The principal said what I said between me and him. Do you know the principal? I don't have to worry!"

Qin Xianhe slapped the table again: "Nonsense, who is me? Can you hide it from me? I told you that if my four brothers knew about this, he would not let you go!"

"Haha..." Jiang Guangrong smiled awkwardly. He heard that Qin Zheng said that the seniors of the Qin family seemed to be a very powerful person. Although he didn't remember who the elders of the Qin family were, Qin Xianhe was referring to Qin Duanyang's father. Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but mutter that he and Qin Duanyang seemed to be victims? Qin Duanyang almost committed suicide with his fist for no reason. It was normal for him to ask for some "medical expenses". How could I listen to Qin Xianhe? If the elders of the Qin family knew, is this the same as Qin Duanyang beating himself and extorting Qin Duanyang? Are the people from these big families so domineering?

Jiang Guangrong thought for a while and said skeptically: "You attach so much importance to me because of this principle?"

Qin Xianhe was even more angry. Didn’t he care about the affairs of the young ancestor of Qin?

Qin Xianhe raised his right hand again. Jiang Guangrong bent his neck and tilted his head to welcome Qin Xianhe's thrust. However, Qin Xian was not knocked down.

Jiang Guangrong suddenly said a little enviously: "How happy it is to have an elder like the principal and an elder like you!"

Qin Xianhe glared at Jiang Guangrong: "You don't know that I don't have children, so I always regard her as my own child. If you die in the suicide squad, I think I am the second uncle who has no face to see her!"

"Hey... I don't have the face to see him? Jiang Guangrong looked at Qin Xianhe with a strange look. Doesn't Qin Duanyang owe him anything? If I die in the suicide squad, what Qin Duanyang owes him will automatically cross it off. It is a bit too much to say "I don't have the face to see him." Do these big families keep their promises? When he dies, his promises cannot be fulfilled. Qin Duanyang will have a kind of conscience throughout his life. Then Qin Xianhe will have it.

Jiang Guangrong came back from Qin Xianhe's office and was very satisfied. In order not to lose money, Qin Xianhe actually proposed to do such a business. In fact, after entering the suicide squad, Jiang Guangrong wanted to provide Qin Duanyang with conditions to protect himself. But Jiang Guangrong was not sure whether Qin Duanyang could do this. After all, the god of the barracks was not Qin Duanyang, but Qin Xianhe.

Because it was late, Jiang Guangrong took a detour back to the dormitory.

After walking for a few minutes, Jiang Guangrong seemed to hear someone talking in front of him.

Jiang Guangrong said to himself: "The people of Wei Xinyang said that the most deaths in the death camp are the woods. It's so late, isn't it haunted?"

But Jiang Guangrong didn't believe there was a ghost. The only possibility was that someone was talking about something in front of him. It was too late. He was still talking in such a remote place. He was so mysterious. Isn't this talking about something ugly?

Thinking of this, Jiang Guangrong couldn't help but feel the curiosity of the past.

The moonlight tonight was very bright. Jiang Guangrong discovered that Nangong Ying and Tian Jue were two people talking.

In Jiang Guangrong's memory, Nangong Ying was a arrogant person, but no matter where Nangong Ying went, he always followed a group of people. This time, it was too late, and he and Tianjue met alone here. Are there any communication between them?

Jiang Guangrong opened his eyes wide and looked at Tian Jue. He couldn't help but curse: In the morning, Tian Jue took the initiative to show kindness to me, saying that he had just been hired and that Nangong was still here to protect Nangong's shadow. This was just a cover-up!

But the conversation between the two proved that Jiang Guangrong's idea was wrong!

Tian Jue whispered, "Nangong is very young. Why did you tell me to come to this ghost place so late? It is said that this is the place where most people dare to die in the camp. The yin energy is extremely heavy and haunted. The people passing by are basically crazy."

Jiang Guangrong almost sneezes and greets him again.

Nangong's shadow smiled bitterly and said, "It's better to have fewer people. It's very convenient to talk about things!"

"I can't think of anything to tell you!" Tian Jue retorted mercilessly.

"Tell you the truth!" I let you in not to protect me!"

"I know! There are many good people around you. There won't be any accidents happening in the camp. If your goal is just to survive, study and graduate, then it's enough to have them. There are no more people than me, and no less people than me."

"Pharaoh Tutankhamun..." Nangong's shadow couldn't help laughing, "Miss Tian, ​​it's not a good thing for women to be too smart!"

Tian Jue ignored Nangong Ying's ridicule and continued to ask: "So, is you here to come to me this time for your real purpose?"

Nangong Ying nodded seriously: "I don't know if you have ever heard of the treasures in the 'Excuse Camp'!"

"Baby?" Tian Jue was confused at first, and then thought for a while, "Are you talking about the Dragon Order?"

"Yes!"

"The purpose of entering the 'Death Camp' is to order the Holy Dragon?" Nangong Ying, you are also a smart person. You should know that the secret of the Shenlong Society is just a legend, right? The brigade in the Northwest region has been studying the Shenlong Cult for decades, but there is no progress. If the Holy Dragon has any secret, wasn't the military discovered it a long time ago? Is it worth entering such a dangerous place for this illusory legend? Tian Jue asked in confusion.

Nangong Ying angrily punched a big tree beside him and said, "Of course, I know that the secret of the Dragon Order is just a legend. I don't want to enter the Death Camp for such a ghost! But what can I do? Others only see the identity of the female heir of the Black Dragon Gang, but how many people know the character of this old guy? This depressed old man also has his own son. I have two younger brothers died at his father's hands. This time, the Death Squad said that this was the last Death Squad registration. The old man called me over and asked me to go to the "Death Squad" to steal the Holy Dragon Order as usual. I know that if my mission fails, I can only be deprived of my identity as the successor of the Lord. Unfortunately, my son will be killed by him! What can I do when such a cold-blooded and ruthless old mandarin? "

Tian Jue was speechless.

"So I specially invited this old man to join my death concentration camp. I know you too. You are a person who is only interested in missions. You are absolutely not interested in stealing the Holy Dragon Order to fight against the Xia Kingdom's brigade. Therefore, I have to tie your sister up, so I hope you can promise me and steal the Holy Dragon Order for me!"

Tian Jue sneered: "I hope I can.

Tian Jue obviously didn't know these two people, but from their accents, he also heard that they were not Xia people. Tian Jue held the big knife tightly in his right hand and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The man smiled, not feeling unhappy because of Tian Jue's rudeness: "Miss Tian, ​​don't be excited. I am Shigeru Miyamoto. The name behind me is Keiko Miyamoto."

Miyamoto pointed to the woman behind him.
Chapter completed!