Wu Shan, who was exploring his crotch, ran over and took a look. His eyes were straight at that time, and he opened his mouth and bit it, "It's pure gold?"

Wang Lang nodded, "How much can it be sold?"

Ye Jian next to him looked at the things Wang Lang carried back, "Is this Jin Bo's dragon throne? Have you carried back?"

Wang Lang moved his shoulders, "I originally wanted to take back Jin Bo's golden armor, but I didn't expect that this grandson would hide the golden armor. I couldn't come back empty-handed, so I brought his golden chair."

Ye Jian suddenly wanted to laugh. For some reason, Ye Jian was really sighing when he looked at the serious Wang Lang. Not to mention anything else, just this slutty look, on the battlefield, not to mention fighting, just those slutty things that make you panic can make your opponent's mentality collapse in advance.

Wu Gang checked for a long time, "You can sell it, but you also know that the price of the black market is not very high when selling such things. I can sell this thing to a normal gold price through an acquaintance. Conservatively estimated that around 60 million points may be more."

Wang Lang moved his shoulders, "You go and do it. Just give me 50 million at that time, and the rest is your commission."

Wu Shan rubbed his hands, "The Dragon Prince is so arrogant."

Wang Lang sat on the dragon throne, "Damn, Jin Bo's grandson was not uncomfortable.

Or do I have no life to be the emperor?”

Wu Shan touched the dragon throne, "I don't know if you have this life or not. I only know that as long as you don't agree with others, others will not have this life."

Wang Lang crossed his legs and lit a cigarette, "I'll sleep on the dragon chaise tonight. I'll feel how the emperor sleeps. I'll tell him to cover his dragon chaise, it's too late, and this grandson doesn't believe it."

Wu Shan pulled out his crotch, "You haven't been here for several years, and this grandson must have forgotten who you are."

Wang Lang squinted his eyes and smoked.

There were sporadic sounds of gunfire outside. Wu Shan turned his head and looked out, took out a gun from under the bed, "You guys sit down, I'll go and take a look."

Only Wang Lang and Ye Jian were left in the room.

There is no unnecessary communication between the two of them, and no eye contact. They say something that has to be said.

Because of Lei Huaer, Wang Lang felt very unhappy. He could do whatever he wanted, but what happened to me? Anyway, if Wang Lang didn't go back to Lei Huaer, it would be impossible for him to return to China.

If something really happened to Lei Huaer, Wang Lang would definitely let some people know what the three words Black Dragon King mean.

The gunshots outside were getting closer and closer. After a while, Wu Shan came back first, followed by the excited Ding Lun.

After seeing Wang Lang, Ding Lun ran up excitedly to report the battle situation, "We caused quite a lot of casualties to Jin Bo this time. On the way back just now, we killed a lot of people."

Wang Lang slowly opened his eyes and stared at the excited Ding Lun calmly, "Who asked you to attract people here?"

Ding Lun was still immersed in excitement, "Along the way, we have caused more than a hundred casualties to them. If we delay for a few more days, we will definitely be able to drag down Jin Bo and rescue my father. Then we will be able to monopolize this place."

Wang Lang looked at Ding Lun and brought such a group of pig teammates to a very uncomfortable group.

"Where are you going to find such a good base in a short period of time?" Wang Lang couldn't help but slapped Ding Lun in the head.

Ding Lun covered his head and felt a little aggrieved, "I feel we can beat them. Using the method you mentioned, a mortar is used as a grenade launcher, which has great lethality."

There is really a sense of powerlessness that a king has bronze.

He is still a whimsical bronze contestant.

This child should not have been bombed by shells when he was a child, but the child was the placenta that his mother gave birth to a baby after ten months of pregnancy.

"You only have more than fifty people, and they have more than two thousand people. How many shells do you have and how many bullets do you have? Go and see how many of your subordinates can continue running." Wang Lang asked several questions in a row.

"There are not many bullets and the shells are gone. I feel that my subordinates can still run away." Ding Lun answered Wang Lang's question seriously.

Wang Lang's eyes began to become a little dull.

"There are not many bullets and there are not many shells, so you can hit a few more!" Wang Lang couldn't help but slap the der in the head again.

Ding Lun covered his head and said with confidence, "That's why I came to you for supplies."

"I'll go to you," Wang Lang cursed and sweared.

This kind of pig teammates dare not come too much, as it will really affect people's IQ.

Ding Lun said to Wang Lang, "I promise you another hundred shells..."

"I'll give you another Italian cannon, can you go and attack Ping'an City?" Wang Lang couldn't help but say.

It speaks Chinese.

Ding Lun didn't understand, but Ye Jian next to him understood. Not only did he understand, but he also laughed unkindly.

Ding Lun thought Wang Lang scolded him again and was furious, "You said you wanted to help me. How could you go forward when you use people like this? After using them, you should go backward? Without trust! Blame your faith!"

Wang Lang took out his ears and spitted a cigarette at Ding Lun. The IQ of this der is really a headache.

"In this way, I will give you another task. If you complete it, how about I will give you a batch of excellent equipment?" Wang Lang changed his mind and spoke to Ding Lun.

"What task?" Ding Lun asked, rubbing his head.

"There must be more than fifty of your father's previous subordinates who have not died. There are definitely people, and there are definitely people who have been before Bo Gang. There are definitely people who are alive. You go and gather everyone. As long as you gather at least two hundred people, I will give you weapons and ammunition. How about it?" Wang Lang looked at Ding Lun.

Ding Lun lowered his eyes and thought, "Don't you lie to me this time?"

"When did I lie to you?"

Ding Lun frowned and looked thoughtful. Wang Lang could see clearly that this der was just pretending and had no brains to think about it.

"Okay." Ding Lun responded, turned around and left the room.

Wang Lang pressed the cigarette butt on the armrest of the dragon chair, reached out and pinched his eyebrows. It was really uncomfortable to discuss things with such a derpin. Talking things with those smart people can make you feel bad. Talking things with this derpin can make you feel bad.

Maybe this is the cause and effect cycle, Wang Lang is angry with Jin Bo, and Ding Lun is angry with Wang Lang again.

When he went out, he washed his face outside the house. Wang Lang shouted at the top of his throat, "Old Wu."

Wu Shan, who was behind the house, ran over with his pants, "What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"I'm hungry, give me some food."

"I thought why, it made the old man shit halfway, and he didn't even wipe his butt. I'll get you some food when I wipe my butt."

"Old Wu, Old Wu." Wang Lang shouted again.

"What's wrong?"

“No more eating.”
Chapter completed!