Chapter 897
"Oh. Who said that this tea was poured for this woman. I clearly knew that you came here in a hurry, and I was afraid that you would be thirsty, so I poured tea for you on purpose. It's just a pity, Qian Yuting ruined my good fortune. Tea, and you don't have the slightest intention to take a break and drink tea with me."

Having said that, Dead Nine pushed aside Qian Yuting who was in the way, sat down on the other's chair, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured two glasses of new water.

Passed a cup to Huo Xizhou, put the cup on his lips, blew on the dense water vapor, and drank slowly.

Huo Xizhou glanced at Dead Jiu and took the water glass.

In the small teacup, only a few pieces of dark green tea leaves sink to the bottom of the cup, curled up, completely lacking the posture and stretch of new tea when it is soaked in boiling water.

It's not good tea, and it's even doubtful whether the tea brewed yesterday was used to add water to entertain guests.

Huo Xizhou took a sip lightly, let the warm tea moisten his dry lips, put down the teacup without stopping, raised his eyes, and looked at Dead Jiu intently.

"Well, keep talking."

"It's gone." Death Jiu drank the tea in one gulp, and said freely: "I've made it clear about Yamazaki Xuanyang and Qian Yuting. The bodies of both of them are also here. If you want to see it, you want to see it." Anyone who investigates can do it by himself. Don’t ask me everything.”

". Then, what good idea do you have next? I'll cooperate with you." Huo Xizhou said, and glanced at Zhang Zhun lightly, "A Zhun, go and see if he has what we want."

"Yes." Zhang Zhun ordered, walked to Yamazaki Xuanyang in a few steps, squatted down, and carefully touched the opponent's body with his hands through the white gloves.

"Okay." Death Jiu put down the teacup and reminded slowly: "He doesn't have any tokens on him. The only thing that can prove that he is Yamazaki Xuanyang is his ugly face. You want to get Japanese tokens from him , I can only tell you that there is no way. Unless——" Dead Nine deliberately paused.

"...We don't do things like pick people's skin." Huo Xizhou only needed to take a look at Shijiu, and he knew what the other party was planning under the pretended deep appearance.

He believed that Ah Zhun would be very responsive, and he didn't want to walk around wearing a dead skin.

Moreover, Ah Zhun was tall and tall, and his physical appearance was not comparable to that of a short old man.

Regardless of whether Ajun wears Yamazaki Xuanyang's face or not, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that the other party is completely different from the old Yamazaki guy.

If Death Jiu really had this idea, it would be rotten.

"You want to be a butcher, and I don't even want to get my hands dirty. Who said I'm going to let Zhang Zhun wear human skin?" Die Jiu propped his forehead angrily and amusedly, tilting his head and looking at Huo Xizhou, as if Look at a live treasure.

He complained: "Don't have too much imagination, and you should not read works such as Shan Jing Guai Tan. Zhang Zhun and Yamazaki Xuanyang are both real mortal bodies. Even if you want to cover their heads and change their faces, you have to think about it." The connection between the two faces—do you think that Zhang must be a kuai beast, who can internalize and absorb the host's blood, and completely transform himself into a parasitic object? Don't be kidding."

"...I'm not joking. Any action other than this, as long as it can effectively hold Kui, we can cooperate with you. Tell me, what else can be used? We can't just wait quietly for Kui and the second one The body is fused, and the game is played in the opponent's full state."

Huo Xizhou rolled his eyes and waited expectantly for Dead Nine's reply.

(End of this chapter)

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