Since the departure time was too tight, after leaving the conference hall, Lao Jiang urged me to go back and pack a few clothes and then gather in the elevator.
I asked him where he was going? Could it be the West Tower?
After all, there is only one place in Kirin that I cannot go alone.
Lao Jiang smiled happily and said: "This time I will take you to see the true face of the armory. By the way, I will prepare all the equipment for this trip to the desert."
I was overjoyed. Is this the conscience of the old guy who wants to help his apprentice?
I was about to leave quickly, planning to pack my luggage as soon as possible, when suddenly an idea popped into my mind: "Old Jiang, why don't you bring a companion with you this time? You know what he's capable of."
Lao Jiang didn't expect that I would make such a request, and his brows immediately sank, and there was a thick silence in the air.
After a long while, Old Jiang slowly spoke: "What we are going to on this trip is the boundless desert that we have never set foot on. It is regarded as a 'forbidden zone of life', and there is a possibility of engaging in a firefight with Warner for the first time. Shocking. Lan, are you sure it's the right choice to bring companions with you? Are you sure you can control a thousand-year-old zombie in a critical moment?"
His tone was extremely serious, obviously after careful consideration.
I didn’t hesitate and answered without thinking: “Yes!”
"Banban is my friend. He always wants to protect me. I believe that with Banban by his side, we can definitely avoid danger, just like Yin Xu."
"Don't forget that he is a great businessman who defeated enemy countries."
I believe in Banban, just like I believe in Lao Jiang.
Recalling all the events during this period, Lao Jiang couldn't help but murmur to himself: "This seems to be a really big rice dumpling that understands human nature."
He hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Then take him with you! As for the rest, I will explain it to the boss. Remember, give him more advice, at least he must be like a human being, otherwise it will be too confusing along the way. People are paying attention.”
I was so happy that I couldn't help but ask: "Then do I need to go to Lao Xia Tou to pick up Ban Ban now? He doesn't seem to have a weapon that he can take advantage of..."
Hearing this, Lao Jiang was startled for a moment, then pointed at my nose and said, "You, you, have different ideas."
"The best master in the world who loves his disciples the most." I tried to act like Yin Ling'er, but Lao Jiang didn't like me. He waved his hand and told me to go to Lao Xia Tou to take care of the left-behind children.
However, when they were saying goodbye, Lao Jiang was heard saying to himself in the distance: "He is really the disciple trained by me, Lao Jiang. He doesn't take advantage of the bastard! Hehe, he is as smart as me."
Soon, I arrived at Lao Xia Tou's place.
Banban was writing with a brush in his mouth. When he saw me coming, his eyes suddenly glowed with a faint light, as if he was fighting alone and finally waited for the arrival of Wu Ding and Fu Hao.
But this time he didn't pounce on me first.
Instead, he raised his hand awkwardly, trying to learn modern etiquette and greet me.
He was still as tall and handsome as ever, with picturesque features, but the murderous aura in his eyes had been significantly reduced. I touched his head and choked slightly: "Banban, I'm back..."
Banban also looked very much like me, making a suppressed whining sound, with red eyes.
I saw that Banban was wearing new clothes, which I had made for him at the tailor shop before. He was wearing a well-tailored white tunic suit that particularly highlighted his figure. Paired with his wheat-colored skin, he gave off an uninhibited look. Exotic beauty.
My companion is really a clothes hanger, she looks good in anything she wears!
I pulled my companion and sat down. He was like a piece of wood, with his hands and feet together, and listened to me explain why I had been away for so long and where I had been.
When I heard that I was going away again this time, my companion actually grabbed my sleeve and said two words: "Reluctant to leave."
I held his big, knuckled hand with my backhand and said comfortingly, "What if I want to take you with me?"
Those dim and silent eyes immediately shone with a strange brilliance, and his voice was stammering, but it was the best promise I have ever heard: "I am willing to protect my master from wind and rain, and I am willing to protect my master... my master..."
He didn't seem to be able to say the last two words, but he was stubborn. He bit his finger when he first tried to write it, and wrote the two words crookedly on the ground.
"My ancestor, doesn't this have a pen?" Old Xia Tou saw it and quickly took the brush from the table.
At this moment, I couldn't hear or see anything, only the sincere and clear eyes of my companion, and the two words on the ground that were almost imprinted on my heart.
Those two words mean: go to death!
After sleeping for a thousand years, the first thing I saw was you, my master.
From now on, stay with me.
Willing to protect the owner from wind and rain!
I am willing to fight and die for my master!
There was a surge in my heart, and I immediately took my companion's hand and stood up: "Let's go, I'll take you somewhere."
My companions followed suit, and at this moment I suddenly thought of Dahu and asked Old Xia Tou to take good care of him for me.
Old Xia had a headache when he thought of Big Tiger: "This fat cat just offended Ling Yunjian and so-and-so two days ago. He insisted on standing in the corner to listen to other people's private conversations. Now he has been tied up and hung for several days. The family is in misfortune. "My family is unfortunate."
I really want to know how Shen Xiaoyu raised the big tiger during that time, and forced me to raise a Bagua spirit. However, relying on Lao Jiang's reputation, others dare not touch the big tiger. At most, they can give it some color. Look.
"The big tiger will have to work hard for Xia Lao." I bowed my hands and then left with my companion.
When we arrived on the first floor, we found Lao Jiang already waiting at the elevator entrance. He slyly raised the key in his hand and couldn't hide his pride in his smile: "Everything is settled."
My companion is very protective of me. Even if I meet Lao Jiang, he will always guard my vitals.
"You are just a left-behind child, but you are very protective of the Lord." Lao Jiang teased.
After arriving at the west building, Banban was obviously very interested in this antique corridor. When he saw the exquisite paintings on the walls, especially the simple and thick bronzes, his eyes felt as if he were home.
I tapped him on the shoulder and reminded him to keep going.
The armory arrived soon. Lao Jiang threw the key into my arms, with a humble attitude of an elder giving way to a junior: "Come and open the door, it will be more ceremonial."
I couldn't ask for it more!
It was a copper key. I put the key into the hole, turned it to the left three times, then pushed it in, and the lock was opened.
When I pushed open the door of the armory, Jian Shou was shocked by what he saw!
Where is the warehouse? It is a military museum at the beginning. It is divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor is all about arms. Rifles and submachine guns are lined up in the corners, and there are two or three heavy machine guns in the corners.
Pistols, grenades, smoke bombs and other daily equipment are hung on the walls.
Lao Jiang walked in with ease. He took off two beautiful small silver pistols from the wall, took out two boxes of bullets, and threw them all into my arms: "These are American-made Browning pistols. Ximei and Yin Ling'er don't need guns, so we have to carry them for self-defense."
At this point, he glanced at the companion behind me: "As for this big rice dumpling with no IQ, let's forget it. Put it in his hands, don't let the gun go off and kill me..."
I put the gun on my waist and looked at Lao Jiang with some dissatisfaction: "Is this the end?"
Lao Jiang shook his head: "What's the rush? The real stage is up there!"
Lao Jiang took us up the small steps to the attic on the second floor.
My God, this place is more than spectacular! On the left are all grave robbing tools, including a Luoyang shovel for exploring tombs, a cyclone shovel for digging graves, and a centipede shovel for digging into graves; there are also climbing ropes, flying claw hooks, water and fire shoes, mouse clothes, and fluorescent sticks. , dragon-seeking ruler, etc., hundreds of the world's top tomb robbing equipment.
"Look to the right, and wipe your saliva." Lao Jiang held my head and turned to the other side.
There are all cold weapons that once dominated the dynasties. There are cold spears, gentlemanly Han swords, and daggers of different lengths. There are also some things that I can't name, but they look like peerless magic weapons.
My eyes lit up, I swallowed my saliva and asked, "Can I just take these?"
Lao Jiang nodded: "Yes."
With that said, Lao Jiang went to the left hand side and picked out a few commonly used tomb robbing tools. After all, he had a black knife at his side, but it was different for me. I didn't even have a weapon for self-defense until now.
I looked at Banban and found that he was also panting rapidly, just like the hungry homeless man who finally saw a table of fragrant dishes.
My companion's eyes were locked on the bronze spear in the middle, while I was attracted by a strange-looking dagger. The sheath of the dagger was white, and the blade was in the shape of a winding snake.
Although the whole body is covered with dust and rust, it emits strange purple light.
I picked up the dagger and found two words engraved on it: Kill the God!
"Young man, you have good eyesight!" Lao Jiang came over at some point with his hands behind his back. He said, "This thing in your hand is not only a sharp weapon, but also a cultural relic. This thing was first unearthed from a tomb of a Southern Song Dynasty general. , was worn by a senior Qilin. Later, he changed his weapon and left it here. No one cared about it all these years, maybe he is also waiting for the real destiny..."
When he said the last sentence, Lao Jiang looked at me steadily.
I held the god-killing dagger in my hand and waved it a few times. The more I used it, the better it became. The more I looked at it, the more I liked it. Finally, I said firmly: "I want it! Can you tell me who the Southern Song Dynasty general is? Senior Qilin’s identity?”
Lao Jiang said calmly: "The general of the Southern Song Dynasty is called Han Shizhong. As for Senior Qilin, I have no comment."
The magnificent waves in my heart are actually General Han’s personal artifact!
No wonder it's so powerful.
On the other side, Banban had already drawn out his long spear, and he was waving it as passionately as a dragon soaring into the sky. This spear exerted its full power in his hand, and there was no flaw in the spear that stabbed left and right. , he even let out a wolf-like roar with every move. I seemed to have seen the valiant and heroic appearance of the wolf commander conquering the barbarians on the Great Shang battlefield thousands of years ago.
Finally, Banban let go of his spear, and the spear was like a rapidly rotating steel awl nailed to the wall, blasting a big hole in the wall.
Lao Jiang couldn't help but admire and applauded: "This big rice dumpling is good at shooting!"
I exclaimed, "Can I take this thing away?"
Lao Jiang replied to me with one word: "Yes!"
But his eyes were still fixed on the spear, as if he was still immersed in the fighting posture that Banban had just fought against a hundred.
I asked Lao Jiang how to take this thing to the desert with it being so long?
Lao Jiang walked over. He pulled out his spear and gently twisted it in the middle. There was a mysterious mechanism hidden there. He only heard a "click" and the spear was instantly broken into two pieces. It turned out that the middle part was Organic spring and chain connection.
Lao Jiang smiled and held the two short spears in his hands: "Isn't this the case?"
After getting a favorite weapon, I couldn't be more excited.
I could actually see a faint smile on the face of that paralyzed and stiff Zongzi. Maybe this is the dedication of a born fighter to weapons?
As I thought about it, I couldn't help but feel really happy for my companion.
