However, after the members of the Descendants of God Organization handed White over to Guardian of Wind to be imprisoned, they no longer communicated with each other. They enjoyed the massage arranged by Guardian of Wind and began to have fun wantonly.
"Sh * t, these guys are enjoying themselves here, but we are starving here. Why don't we take action now?"
Seven Kills was a little impatient and wanted to launch an attack immediately.
"No hurry, wait a little longer! Didn't you see that White is being served with good food and drinks and hasn't been sent away? They must have a next move. "
Ding Ning's eyes flashed with thought. He felt that these people seemed to be waiting for someone, so he decided not to act rashly for the time being.
"Well, I'm just worried that we haven't been back for such a long time. Will the barracks be looking for us everywhere?"
Looking at Ding Ning's calm appearance, Seven Kills could not help but feel a little ashamed. Compared with Ding Ning's patience, he seemed to be a little too impulsive.
"Don't worry, since Yalong County, Zhang Yang and the others have been following us from a distance. Although we have temporarily thrown them off, they will soon be here based on the wheel tracks left on the road."
Ding Ning's mouth showed a mysterious smile. He had to say that Zhang Yang and the other Yulin Guards were not to be trifled with. Their tracking skills were very high, and even Seven Kills did not notice them. Of course, this had something to do with the fact that Seven Kills was so sad that he was not in the mood to pay attention to other things after receiving the bad news of Money Bag's death. But this was enough to prove that Zhang Yang and the others' tracking skills were good enough. If Ding Ning had not noticed them early on and secretly played some tricks on the road, making them lose their way for a while, they would have caught up long ago.
"What? I'm being followed by them? "
Seven Kills' blood rushed to his head at once, and his face turned red with embarrassment. Because Ding Ning came from the mountain in disguise, he could only be the target of Zhang Yang and the others. How could he not be ashamed and angry?
"Well, what's there to be excited about? Isn't it a good thing that they followed us?"
Ding Ning said with a meaningful smile.
Seven Kills said indignantly, "What's so good about them following us? We finally found the clues, and they are here to steal the credit? "
"Steal the credit? That depends on whether they have the ability or not. "
Ding Ning shook his head noncommittally. Although he did not care about these credits, neither did Qisha, he did not intend to give these credits to Zhang Yang for nothing. The reason was very simple. Zhang Yang was too arrogant and hostile to him. Although he would not kill him, it was good to let them learn a lesson and restrain themselves in the future.
"Hey, how could I forget? We can totally sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. With Zhang Yang's eagerness to perform, once he finds out that this is the terrorist's base, he will definitely rush inside while screaming. At that time, let's see how he can still be so arrogant."
Seven Kills did not know why he was so angry at Zhang Yang, but when he heard what Zhang Yang said, he laughed slyly.
"Come, let's find a place to watch the show."
Ding Ning smiled and stood up. He found a place with a wide view, took out a few formation flags that he had casually refined, and fiddled around.
"Formation?"
Seven Kills was worried that this place was not hidden enough, but when he saw Ding Ning's actions, he was immediately overjoyed.
"Okay, let's sit here comfortably and watch the show. At the critical moment, we will take action and teach Zhang Yang and others a lesson with the help of this Lama!"
Ding Ning smiled sinisterly, took out an animal skin blanket from the storage space, and spread it on the ground. Then he lay down comfortably and crossed his legs, looking very happy.
"What the f * ck, Junior Brother, you are really something. You even have a Storage Ring."
Seven Kills stared at the Spiritual Medicine Ring on Ding Ning's hand with his eyes shining, thinking that the animal skin blanket was taken out by Ding Ning from the Spiritual Medicine Ring.
"What? You don't have a Storage Ring? "
Ding Ning asked in surprise. He thought that Seven Kills of the National Warrior's Mansion should at least have a Storage Ring.
"Do you think Storage Rings are cabbages? Even in the Four Holy Gates, I'm afraid only a few high-level members have a Storage Ring, okay? "
Seven Kills rolled his eyes at him enviously. "Our National Warrior's Mansion follows the path of national martial arts. We don't even have magic weapons, let alone Storage Rings."
"No way. Isn't the National Warrior's Mansion too poor?"
Ding Ning rolled his eyes speechlessly, took out six Storage Rings, and threw them to him. "No matter what, I'm also a member of the National Warrior's Mansion. I'll give these three Storage Rings to my master and two Martial Uncles. These three are for you, Tanlang, and Pojun."
"Wow, Junior Brother, you didn't rob the Four Holy Gates, did you? I love you so much."
Seven Kills kissed Ding Ning's face at lightning speed, and he was extremely excited.
Ding Ning wiped his nonexistent saliva in disgust and stomped his foot angrily. "Go away. You're so disgusting!"
"Hehe!"
Seven Kills did not take it seriously. He held the six Storage Rings and kept giggling.
"Let me tell you, I've given you the Storage Rings, but you can't tell others about it. If people with ulterior motives know about it, they will come to kill you and rob you of your treasures!"
Ding Ning reminded him solemnly. Although he gave him the Storage Rings on a whim, he also wanted to make up for it. After all, Xiahou Weiyang, his cheap master, not only gave him the Wushuang Token, but also handed over the Bureau of Religions to protect him, which made him feel very sorry.
"Don't worry. Even if my head is cut off, I will never give up Junior Brother."
Seven Kills seemed to be casual, but he promised very seriously. After all, he knew the seriousness of this matter. Once people knew that Ding Ning had the Storage Rings, he would definitely be hunted down.
"Come on, let's eat. We've been running for a long time, and I'm hungry!"
With the excuse of the Storage Rings, Ding Ning no longer hid them. He took out the dishes that he had cooked at noon but had not had time to eat, and they were still warm.
"Don't tell me that your Storage Rings are used to store these foods? What a waste of God's gifts, what a waste of God's gifts! "
Seven Kills looked at Ding Ning, who was enjoying the delicacies with his mouth agape, and could not help but roar bitterly. Fortunately, Ding Ning had set up a sound-proof tactical matrix, otherwise, the terrorists would definitely be alarmed.
"Yes, when we're outside, it's nothing more than clothing, food, housing, and transportation. It's convenient to carry them with you wherever you go, so you can't treat yourself badly."
Ding Ning said confidently. Then, under Seven Kills' dumbfounded gaze, he took out a gas tank and lit it. He put a fire in the boiler and melted the bag of hot pot base. Then, like a magic trick, he took out the washed dishes of hot pot. There were enoki mushrooms, mushrooms, fat sheep, fat beef, fish, meatballs, tofu, vegetables, tripe, tripe, yellow throat, loach, duck blood, bean sprouts, prawns, seafood … Everything was there!
Looking at the hot pot spread all over the floor, if he did not know that this was the terrorist's base, Seven Kills would have thought that he was hallucinating and participating in a camping trip in the wild.
"Do you want to eat or not? I can't finish it by myself!"
Ding Ning saw Seven Kills in a daze and urged him impatiently. He even asked casually, "What kind of bowls do you like? Garlic and sesame oil? Or sesame oil and chili sauce? Or seafood with chili sauce? "
"What the f * ck, you even prepared the bowls?"
Seven Kills was completely speechless, cursing out loud.
"Nonsense. The hot pot is already prepared. How could I not prepare the bowls?"
Ding Ning glared at him with a look of concern for the mentally retarded. "Stop wasting time. What kind of bowls do you like?"
"Gulp!"
Seven Kills was also speechless. Smelling the fresh fragrance of the hot pot base, he could not help but swallow his saliva. He rubbed his hands and said with a cheeky face, "Then give me the seafood with chili sauce. I like spicy food."
"Okay, it's similar to my taste!"
Ding Ning took out two empty bowls with a smile and then took out bottles and cans of seasoning and seafood sauce to mix on the spot. This made Seven Kills' eyes pop out. 'What the f * ck, so this is the correct way to open the storage ring. Even the f * cking seasoning is carried around with him. How much does this guy love to eat?'
So, the two men sat on the grass and began to eat the hot pot happily. They were sweating profusely from the spiciness and were shouting that they were satisfied.
Night fell slowly. Not far from them, Zhang Yang and the others were sneaking into the village excitedly. They had long forgotten where Seven Kills and the other person had gone to. They only wanted to catch all these terrorists in one fell swoop and make a great contribution.
They did not know that less than 20 meters away from them, there were two people eating hot pot while admiring their sneaking and sneaking. They even commented from time to time.
"Enemy attack! Tat tat tat! "
Suddenly, the round-faced Featherwood Guard accidentally stepped on a dead branch, making a slight sound. However, it aroused the vigilance of the terrorists patrolling nearby. Spotlights abruptly shone on them, and the round-faced Featherwood Guard immediately had nowhere to hide. Exposed under the light, the terrorists shouted a warning loudly while picking up their submachine guns without the slightest hesitation and began to fire wildly.
The round-faced Featherwood Guard wanted to cry but had no tears. He did not expect these terrorists to be so vigilant. He rolled on the ground and leaped behind a tree like a cunning rabbit.
"Trash, you really can't do anything right!"
Seeing that his sneak attack plan had failed, Zhang Yang could not help but curse. He could not be bothered to hide his tracks anymore. He took out his gun and raised his hand to shoot. The terrorist who was shouting a warning fell to the ground with a bloody hole in his forehead.
"This kid's marksmanship is really not bad!"
Ding Ning praised from the bottom of his heart.
Seven Kills curled his lips. "The distance is not even 50 meters. If he still can't hit, he is not worthy of being a Featherwood Guard."
As the first terrorist was killed, gunshots rang out. Zhang Yang was the first to bear the brunt. He and his four subordinates formed a triangular battle formation. They kept moving in a curve in the rain of bullets to avoid the gunfire. From time to time, they would raise their hands and shoot. They would definitely kill a terrorist. The massacre began from this.
"Boom!"
A terrorist threw a grenade from afar and coincidentally exploded not far away from Ding Ning. Although the formation had the effect of soundproofing and isolating vision, it did not have the ability to block the explosion. A pile of soil mixed with shredded grass and leaves fell into the hotpot, and the two of them were covered in dirt and grime.
"F * ck, we can't eat this hotpot anymore."
Ding Ning casually put away the hotpot and the vegetables, shook his head to get rid of the soil dregs on his head, and said angrily.
"Hey, I haven't had my fill yet. These people are really too much. Why did they randomly throw the grenade? It would be bad if it hit the flowers and plants."
Seven Kills reluctantly put the chopsticks in his mouth and said indignantly, "Why don't we go and kill them?"
"There's no hurry. We haven't eaten dessert yet. Eating hotpot alone won't fill us up! "
Ding Ning slowly took out two pieces of cake and gave one to Seven Kills, along with two cups of steaming milk. Then, he continued to take out apples, bananas, oranges, dragon fruits, grapes …
Seven Kills was numb to his actions. He drank the milk and ate the fruits without any rejection. He also looked at Ding Ning with a very strange gaze, as if wondering if this guy was a Doraemon. Why did he put all kinds of strange things in his storage ring?
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