Chapter 176 Chapter 9 Hu Bugui

My complexion changed, the person who came at this time must not be a good person.He hurriedly told Zhuoma Yangjin to be careful in a low voice.She was much calmer than I imagined, and she quickly calmed down and asked, "Who?" Then a gentle and low-key voice sounded from outside the door: "Hu Bugui. I'm really sorry to disturb you. Please forgive me, princess." Zhuoma Yangjin was stunned for a moment, "Hubugui?" While looking at me, I shook my head, I didn't know this person.She immediately said quickly: "I don't like people calling me a princess. I don't know Hu Bugui either. Luo Lian doesn't know him either."

It was still Hu Bugui's gentle voice, "It's inconvenient for the high priest to come here, so I invite him to go back." Zhuoma Yangjin immediately pulled out a gleaming Tibetan knife from his bosom when he heard the words, and said in a deep voice, "Wangmo, you go back. I'm fine here." At the same time, he thrust the Tibetan knife into my hand , and pulled the quilt over me to cover the hidden knife. "You play by ear later." She leaned close to my ear and whispered, then kissed my face lightly and normally, before I could react, she went to sit on the sofa.

"Yang Jin..." I was still weak all over, and it was very difficult to speak. I wanted to go out to help her, but I remembered to ask her to hold a hidden knife to defend herself, and I wanted to ask the eighty-seven outside to help, but I couldn't tell who they were for a while. Enemy is friend... Zhuoma Yangjin smiled at me, and said softly: "Luo Lian, don't worry, I can handle it." I struggled to hold the small Tibetan knife she gave me, and if something happened to her, I would try my best to save her.Never had such a firm belief that she couldn't be lost.

Zhuoma Yang Jin Duan sat, and said coldly to the outside: "Since Mr. Hu is so powerful, don't you know Luo Lian's current situation?" Hu Bugui outside the door said: "Afraid of light and wind." Zhuoma Yangjin glanced at me, and said: "Since that's the case, what do you mean by so many people standing by the door? I'm afraid no one will know what happened here?" Didn't hear Hu Bugui answer, but Bashiqi preemptively said with a smile: "Yang Jin, don't you still believe in my ability? Within a radius of three miles, even mosquitoes are my people and my eyes and ears, you Believe it or not?"

Dolma Yangjin raised his face and said nothing. Hu Bugui said again: "The medicinal fragrance you gave him is useless, not only can't attract what you want, but his life may be in danger... If he is weak now and can't move, he needs to use it. It’s useless. Otherwise, even if you go to invite the high priest to travel long distances, it’s useless.” This person, he actually knows my current situation? "Yang Jin..." I want to say that I am in such a situation.She waved her hand at me, indicating that she knew.However, he didn't rush to answer the outside question. After thinking for a long time, he called out twice: "Wangmu Wangmo."

Wangmo responded immediately outside. Eighty-seven smiled and said: "Haha...Yang Jin. Even if we have the guts to dare not do anything to you, just rest assured. Haha..." Zhuoma Yangjin still bowed his head in thought, Hu Bugui suddenly said something in an extremely weird tone, Zhuoma Yangjin's face changed drastically when he heard it, and then he returned to him with the same tone, and he said a few more words.Zhuoma Yangjin suddenly showed an extremely happy look on his face, "Luo Lian, you are fine..." While speaking, tears fell down. "Yang Jin, is he one of our own?"

"Yes, the ancient Tibetan language he uses, the ancient Tibetan language that only Guge people understand. Luo Lian, Luo Lian...you are finally saved..." She walked over to me firmly as she spoke. Covered well, leaving only a little space for breathing.In the end, she told me anxiously, "You still have to hold the knife carefully, in case something happens...but...they probably don't have the guts to do so." After speaking, she heard the sound of her footsteps, followed by the sound of ping-pong-pong clearing away the bottles and cans on the table.Then, the door opened with a creak, and then closed with a bang, followed by the chaotic footsteps of several people. After a while, Zhuoma Yangjin apologized for not being able to entertain everyone in a hurry. Kind words.Then came Bashiqi and Hu Bugui's humble words.

Well, it's three people.Zhuoma Yangjin and Eighty Seven, Hu did not return. The three of them were polite, and when I heard Zhuoma Yangjin say something in that ancient Tibetan tone, I thought for no reason that I should be able to understand it, but when I listened to it, I couldn't understand it at all, and I was very anxious and couldn't help it. Blame myself why I can't remember. Hu Bugui still replied to her in ancient Tibetan, listening to the posture, the two of them completely ignored the eighty-seven. Zhuoma Yangjin and Hu Bugui talked for a while, and then one of them opened the door and went out, it seemed to be eighty-seven, but he didn't dare to lift the quilt to look, he was instinctively afraid of the wind, even the air outside the house afraid.

Hu Bugui is a very powerful person, gentle and powerful.Although I couldn't see his appearance through the quilt, when he walked over, I immediately felt that it was him. Dolma Yangjin didn't feel that way when she walked over. I could only tell if it was her from the rhythm of the footsteps. "Luo Lian, this Mr. Hu, he has a way to save you. Don't worry." After she lifted my quilt, she sat on the side holding my hand and watched Hu Bugui quietly. Only then did I see Hu Bugui clearly. He looks about thirty-five or sixty-five, with ordinary short hair, pale complexion, some green stubble on his face, black eyebrows, big and deep eyes. At first glance, he seems to be modest. Smiling to people, but looking carefully, it is just a show, there is no smile inside, like a pool of motionless bottomless water, no one knows what he is thinking or looking at.The corners of the mouth are slightly curled up, and it seems that he is also smiling, but when he looks closely, it is also a show for others, and he is not really smiling at all.His clothes are extremely ordinary overcoats, and his whole body is extremely ordinary, but he exudes a unique aura, gentle and domineering.

This figure is like a perfect meticulous painting, with just the right modesty and low-key everywhere. Only by really looking at it can you see the emotion behind the painter's strokes.As for him, behind every stroke of his strokes is an indescribable melancholy, but on the surface he appears to be happy, so there must be an extraordinary story behind him. But I don't have the opportunity and it's not appropriate to ask him rashly. When I saw him coming, I quickly greeted him and said some kind words.He also responded politely, and then said that he brought something that could help me, and I hope I don't mind him taking it out and using it.It was so humble that I quickly said I didn't mind or didn't mind.

Zhuoma Yangjin also stepped aside, indicating that he could start.He glanced at the two of us, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, and then he returned to normal. Although it was fleeting, I could see clearly—— After speaking, she heard the sound of her footsteps, followed by the sound of ping-pong-pong clearing away the bottles and cans on the table.Then, the door opened with a creak, and then closed with a bang, followed by the chaotic footsteps of several people. After a while, Zhuoma Yangjin apologized for not being able to entertain everyone in a hurry. Kind words.Then came Bashiqi and Hu Bugui's humble words. Well, it's three people.Zhuoma Yangjin and Eighty Seven, Hu did not return. The three of them were polite, and when I heard Zhuoma Yangjin say something in that ancient Tibetan tone, I thought for no reason that I should be able to understand it, but when I listened to it, I couldn't understand it at all, and I was very anxious and couldn't help it. Blame myself why I can't remember. Hu Bugui still replied to her in ancient Tibetan, listening to the posture, the two of them completely ignored the eighty-seven. Zhuoma Yangjin and Hu Bugui talked for a while, and then one of them opened the door and went out, it seemed to be eighty-seven, but he didn't dare to lift the quilt to look, he was instinctively afraid of the wind, even the air outside the house afraid. Hu Bugui is a very powerful person, gentle and powerful.Although I couldn't see his appearance through the quilt, when he walked over, I immediately felt that it was him. Dolma Yangjin didn't feel that way when she walked over. I could only tell if it was her from the rhythm of the footsteps. "Luo Lian, this Mr. Hu, he has a way to save you. Don't worry." After she lifted my quilt, she sat on the side holding my hand and watched Hu Bugui quietly. Only then did I see Hu Bugui clearly. He looks about thirty-five or sixty-five, with ordinary short hair, pale complexion, some green stubble on his face, black eyebrows, big and deep eyes. At first glance, he seems to be modest. Smiling to people, but looking carefully, it is just a show, there is no smile inside, like a pool of motionless bottomless water, no one knows what he is thinking or looking at.The corners of the mouth are slightly curled up, and it seems that he is also smiling, but when he looks closely, it is also a show for others, and he is not really smiling at all.His clothes are extremely ordinary overcoats, and his whole body is extremely ordinary, but he exudes a unique aura, gentle and domineering. This figure is like a perfect meticulous painting, with just the right modesty and low-key everywhere. Only by really looking at it can you see the emotion behind the painter's strokes.As for him, behind every stroke of his strokes is an indescribable melancholy, but on the surface he appears to be happy, so there must be an extraordinary story behind him. But I don't have the opportunity and it's not appropriate to ask him rashly. When I saw him coming, I quickly greeted him and said some kind words.He also responded politely, and then said that he brought something that could help me, and I hope I don't mind him taking it out and using it.It was so humble that I quickly said I didn't mind or didn't mind. Zhuoma Yangjin also stepped aside, indicating that he could start.He glanced at the two of us, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes, and then he returned to normal. Although it was fleeting, I could see it clearly.