Chapter 690

Long Ye's means and ability to handle affairs have once again verified Yang Feng's theory. People who can be called Ye are not simple. When Yang Feng sat there drinking tea, long Ye dealt with all the things that should be dealt with. The injured people received simple treatment, and Yang Feng did not die. These people are not bleeding to death. Fortunately, two of them are plane pilots, They flew people out.

Yang Feng didn't tell Lord long where his things were. He just told him a phone call and asked him to contact the eminent monk and call him when he determined the time. He didn't go back with Lord long. His purpose this time is not to find Lord long. Lord long can only be regarded as an unexpected gain.

Lord long didn't dare to ask or say more. He was sure that Yang Feng didn't need him to arrange anything. So he went back to his mansion, treated his gunshot wound and contacted "Kuna Lai". He didn't dare to violate Yang Feng's words at all. No one knew what kind of pain was deep into the bone marrow. Only those who had experienced it personally could understand it.

After they left, Yang Feng put on his diving suit and began to explore the lake. Compared with them, Yang Feng's search was carpet free. He found more than a dozen things at the bottom of the lake, which were hidden in the depths. They didn't find it. The situation at the bottom of the Lake was the same as Yang Feng expected. There was an underground river.

At the bottom of the lake, Yang Feng didn't find anything special. Yang Feng suddenly thought that these things might have been rushed by the river. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was. Unfortunately, his heavenly eye's exploration distance in the water was really limited and he couldn't see anything.

In a few days, Yang Feng thoroughly searched a place around the oasis, but he still didn't find it. He received a phone call from long ye and told him a coordinate. After waiting for more than half an hour, the plane flew over. Yang Feng took a plane to long Ye's mansion. Long Ye can be called a mansion of the manor. Although it can't be compared with Yang family castle, it is absolutely magnificent, Enough for some people who can be called rich to look up to.

Yang Feng was still wearing a mask. Lord long was waiting for Yang Feng in the yard with a crutch, showing a great respect. Yang Feng nodded and accepted the warm reception of Lord long. Today's mask, he changed a mask that only blocked half of his face. In front of Lord Long's face, he must eat and drink water. If he wore that mask again, it would be a little inappropriate.

The Dragon Lord said the specific itinerary, looked at Yang Feng and waited for Yang Feng's decision. Yang Feng said, "I'll be a bodyguard for the Dragon Lord. If someone asks, just call me half. I believe the Dragon Lord won't screw up the play."

"No, I'm a little wronged to let you play my man. You can be my boss behind the scenes." Lord long suggested.

"There's no need to create complications, just do as I say. For this desert and for the Dragon Lord, I'm just passing by one by one. Meeting the Dragon Lord can only be said to be a kind of fate." the Dragon Lord wants to spit blood again. It's fate! What a fate.

At night, Yang Feng turned into the bodyguard of Lord long and walked behind him. Lord long sat in a wheelchair and asked people to push him to the appointment. There were several things selected by Yang Feng in the box. When he saw the things, Lord long was finally relieved. If he took an empty box, he was really afraid that he would not die in Yang Feng's hands and be killed by the monk.

The two sides meet in a club. At this stage, people with a little grade make an appointment and talk about business. They will choose a club regardless of whether it is good or bad. Even some gatherings are in the club. It seems that you have not been to the club, so you are not a modern person.

In the clubhouse, Mr. long entered a room, and the pusher came in and went out. Only Yang Feng was left in the room with Mr. ba. In addition to Yang Feng and Mr. Ba, two people came early in the room, a man in his forties, with short and capable hair and wearing a gray sportswear. The other was a gorgeous young woman in her thirties, who showed her proud figure in a cheongsam, Looking at Yang Feng, he threw an extremely ecstatic look.

"Dragon master, who is this little brother?" the gorgeous young woman smiled and asked.

"Hemi Mian, my good brother, I know you are a black widow. I don't dare to come alone now." Lord long smiled and said hello to another person. This is "Kuna Lai", which surprised Yang Feng. Lord long is both a monk and a master. He thought he was really a bald head and a handsome uncle after a long time!

"Who doesn't know that the Dragon Master's two legs are broken, and the third leg is still strong. Where can he use his men? Did the Dragon Master hurt his three legs this time?" the black widow asked with a smile.

"Whether it's hurt, black widow, you'll know if you try." the Dragon Lord said angrily.

"Really?" the black widow licked her tongue with a chill in her eyes. Anyone can see that she was insincere.

"Fake, I can enjoy it with all my life. Take it up and show it to the master." the Dragon Lord didn't dare to take a stubble. The name of the black widow is not the original name of the woman, but she got it by virtue of her behavior style. Since her debut, this woman has a name of ruthlessness, but she eats people and doesn't vomit bones.

"Little brother, you see how hopeless it is to follow this cripple. How about following my sister?" the black widow asked Yang Feng without paying attention to the dragon master.

"Too old." Yang Feng's crisp words stunned Lord long and Kuna. The black widow was directly dumbfounded, and then there was Lord Long's laughter. Yang Feng's words were too soothing. He always wanted to say, but he didn't dare to say.

"Brother is so funny. Where is your sister getting old?" the black widow looked at Yang Feng with a smile and asked.

Yang Feng stopped talking. If he said more, there would be a problem. Lord long answered and said, "can we talk about business first? I like my little brother. When we finish talking about business, you can do whatever you want."

"OK! That's what the Dragon Master said. Don't be reluctant at that time." the black widow smiled.

"No, no, I'm afraid you can't bear the black widow. My little brother's nickname is the king of the golden gun." Lord long said with a smile. Yang Feng opened the box, put several things in it on the table one by one, and secretly observed Kuna's expression.

Kuna didn't have any abnormality. He picked it up one by one, looked at it, and then put it on the table. It was light and cloudless. It was like looking at several modern craft glasses. If it wasn't Yang Feng's heavenly eye who could detect extremely subtle changes at such a close distance, he suspected that Kuna was not interested in it.

"What do you think of the old price?" Kuna asked in a slightly stiff Chinese.

"No problem." before coming, Lord long had already consulted Yang Feng. Naturally, he agreed and asked casually, "can you tell me what this is?"

"It's hard to say what it is, but it should be an ancient thing. According to some of our ancient books, it's a disappeared civilization, but the utensils used should be the utensils used to pickle some things at that time. I don't know these two." Kuna told the truth. As for whether there was any concealment, only he knew it.

Kuna's confession surprised Yang Feng. Let's just say that. Aren't you afraid that Lord long will sit down and start the price, or is he confident that he can make Lord long won't deliberately raise the price?

"Most of these things are used in life at that time. Without relevant data, they are not even as good as a stone. If Lord long still has goods in his hand, he hopes to transfer them all to me. For ordinary items, we will use the current price, special items, depending on the situation." Kuna asked.

"No problem. If I find it again, I will give it all to the master." Lord long is acting. Naturally, he is full of promise. He is bleeding in his heart. Let alone other bargaining things, they are all of the same kind now. How much is it worth!

Yang Feng has a feeling that Kuna seems not afraid of being robbed of these things. It looks like a breeze and light clouds. Can it be said that Chinese people don't know this thing? If Kuna is true, it is the most important thing of a lost civilization.

"Why, I'm leaving now?" the Dragon Lord was afraid to show his feet for a long time. After the transaction was completed, he drank a cup of tea and said goodbye, but the black widow said so thoughtfully.

"Life compels me! On the one hand, I have to go to the hospital for treatment, on the other hand, I have to find something for the master. Unlike you, a rich woman, I have money to send it to the door when I sit there." Lord long smiled.

"The Dragon Lord can go, but we have to keep him." the black widow pointed to Yang Feng and said very domineering.

"Black widow, are you really going to eat tender grass?" the Dragon Lord deliberately bit the old word hard, as if he was deeply afraid of the black widow and forgot what Yang Feng said.

"Lord long, how many legs have you broken this time?" the black widow asked with a smile.

"You black widow, save it. Although you are a little younger than me, I am not interested in you. It would be good to find some young girls." master long smiled, which is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

"Bang!" the black widow flew up and kicked at the dragon master. Unfortunately, it was not the Dragon Master who flew out, but him. Yang Feng standing behind the Dragon Master suddenly moved, stretched out his hand to grasp the black widow's ankle and threw the black widow onto the wall. The Dragon Master sat there smiling and looked like watching a play. Kuna was stunned. When he looked down at the tea cup, his look changed, Being able to drink tea and do business with Lord long in this place, he is naturally not an ordinary person. It can be seen that Yang Feng's simple grasp and fall has great power.

The black widow got up from the ground and stared at Yang Feng angrily. Yang Feng looked at his nose as if he didn't see it. He looked like an old monk at ease, which made the black widow's murderous spirit invisible. He stared for more than ten seconds and suddenly smiled, "have character, I like it. Lord long, you can make a price. I want this man."

"Black widow, how much do you think my life is worth?" the Dragon Lord asked teasingly.

"Lord long, you are becoming more and more stingy. How about lending me someone for a few days? I have something to do recently and need an expert to take charge." the black widow smiled and whined and winked at him.