1693: C1693 The Smell of Dog Shit

C1693 The Smell of Dog Shit

The two men Ye Hong asked were naturally Diwu Qinglan and Silver-Brush Painter, whom Sima Zhengming had brought back earlier.

"That old man and woman? They were tied up the whole time!"

The people of Night Blade immediately brought Ye Hong to the island.

The buildings on the transformed island were roughly the same as the buildings of branch office in the shape of a long dragon.

However, there was a big world inside.

Countless modern facilities replaced the interior decoration of the Ji Family.

There was a martial arts training ground specially used for ancient martial arts training.

It was a model deduction room that was used for analyzing information.

It was also used for entertainment and relaxation. It was a chess room, a game room, a restaurant, and a KTV. ...

There were even luxurious kennels where they lived.

The entire island was like a miniature town with complete facilities.

Along the way, Night Blade Member kept calling out to Ye Hong.

At the first moment, Ye Hong's strategist Jiang Yuyun also rushed to Ye Hong's side.

Ye Hong kept his long story short and told Jiang Yuyun about Diwu Qinglan and Silver-Brush Painter's background on the way.

When Ye Hong arrived at the place where Diwu Qinglan and Silver-Brush Painter were imprisoned, he could not help being slightly stunned.

"You locked them together with Ye Yi and the others?"

Ye Hong pointed at the kennels of the six mastiff in front of him. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Because you didn't tell them who you were, I locked them up here on my own accord."

Jiang Yuyun said from the side, "Do you want to let them out?"

"Forget it. Let's go in and see them first." Ye Hong waved his hand and said.

Although it was a kennel, their residence was more comfortable than a person's residence.

The huge room was filled with toys for them to play with, as well as all kinds of food.

The eight members of the Seven Poisons Cult were brushing the thick fur on their bodies.

Seeing Ye Hong come in, the six mastiff jumped up excitedly and pounced on Ye Hong.

Pushing away the six heads of the mastiff with disdain, Ye Hong looked at the eight members of the Seven Poisons Cult.

All the members of the Seven Poisons Cult lowered their heads with respect.

After these days of training, the eight of them seemed to have accepted their fate when they saw that Ye Hong did not intend to let them go.

As time passed, they discovered that their lives were much more comfortable than in the Seven Poisons Cult.

Every day, they would comb their hair and feed them food. Occasionally, they would play with them and bring them out for a stroll on the island.

They didn't have to experiment with poison all day long, nor did they have to go out on missions. No one cared about them. ...

Everything was so relaxed and relaxed.1

The eight of them had to admit in their hearts that they seemed to have already gotten used to and even liked this kind of leisurely walking dog life.

After taking a look at these eight people, Ye Hong looked towards the corner of the room again. Unsurprisingly, he received two resentful eyes.

Diwu Qinglan and Silver-Brush Painter were tied tightly in the corner by the death net and could not move.

The two lumps of midnight oil and one of them pulled their Papa. It was unknown if it was intentional or not, but it just happened to be at their feet.

Diwu Qinglan, who had been 'infected' by the Tibetan Mastiff Papa for the whole day, was obviously going crazy.

The moment she saw Ye Hong, she was so angry that her entire body trembled. She screamed, "Ye Hong! Hurry up and let me out of this damn place!"

Silver-Brush Painter, who had always been indifferent, also said with a serious face. "Little friend, let's talk. Let's leave this place first."

As he spoke, he could no longer hold himself back. He could not help but retch at the side.

Obviously, he opened his mouth and inevitably inhaled a few mouthfuls of dog shit's' fragrance '.

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