No enemies won't meet by chance

  Jing Ke placed the sword on the table, then made a motion as if drawing it out from its scabbard and stabbed towards me. I hastily jumped back two meters - that sword, I knew, was the one Prince Dan of Yan had bought from Master Swordsmith Xu for a hundred pieces of gold, and it was coated with deadly poison. Jing Ke and Prince Dan, those two scoundrels, seemed to have experimented with this very sword before; if the person wielding it at the time had been Jing Ke, then that unfortunate soldier Xia might have been his only victim.

  Jing Ke looked at me, who was intact, and came back to his senses after a while, saying: "It turns out it was too short!"

  "You're sick, damn it! If I were long enough, I'd have killed you a long time ago!"

  Jing Ke didn't mind my attitude at all. He exclaimed with joy: "So it's because I'm too short!" Later, I added a sentence before and after this sentence and sold it to a company that sells male enhancement drugs.

  At this time, the stairs creaked and Baozi got off work. I hastily threw that suit of clothes on Jing Ke's head and said: "Brother Jing, you change first, brother will come back and discuss the pros and cons with you later."

  Jing Ke was sitting on the ground at that time, seeing me wanting to leave, he looked up at the sky with a 45-degree angle, stretched out one hand, I don't know what he wanted to say, I ignored him, went out of the house and bumped into Baozi, I casually closed the door.

  She still had a bunch of vegetables in her hand, she was a very capable woman with thriftiness from a small family and a strong sexual desire at her age, as long as I didn't look at her straight face, I truly loved her.

  Baozi was originally going to wash the vegetables, but seeing my mysterious appearance, she subconsciously wanted to go in and take a look. I covered the door, smiled and said: "A friend... is staying with us for a few days." Baozi took out an eggplant from the vegetable basket, held the head of the eggplant, pointed the thorny handle at me, and sternly said: "You just need to tell me if it's a man or a woman!" When she found out it was a man, she threw the eggplant into the basket with a smile and said: "I'll make braised eggplant for you tonight..."

  I opened the door and took a look at Jing Ke, seeing that he was already basically dressed, putting on the last pair of underwear over his jeans. I quickly flashed back in and closed the door: "Damn, do you think you're Superman? That's supposed to be worn inside."

  Jing Ke didn't care about these trivial matters. He casually tossed his underwear to one side and said, "Your clothes are very uncomfortable to wear."

  I'm grateful that he didn't wear my Adidas jacket like a heroic cape, it seems that assassins indeed have excellent adaptability. He neither showed curiosity towards the transparent glass nor asked me why the ceiling lamp doesn't burn oil, compared to those bumpkins in movies who travel through time to modern times, he displayed a gentlemanly demeanor that's inconsistent with his identity.

  But I soon knew why: he picked up the dagger again and asked me, "But if it's any longer, it can't be brought in, what to do?" It seems that his main purpose for staying in the world for a year is to plan a perfect assassination.

  I had no choice but to patiently ask him: "How big was the map you brought with you at that time?"

  He held a dagger in one hand and with the other hand drew a shape in front of the tip: "This big."

  "Why don't you enlarge the scale - for example, if you bring that 1:10,000 map, if you enlarge the scale to 1:1,000, you can hide a long sword in the map and take it with you; if the scale is 1:100, you can even bring in a Fang Tianhua halberd."

  Jing Ke didn't fully understand what I said, but he got the general idea. He slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "I'm so stupid, really!" Then this Jing Ke version of Shang Lin's wife kowtowed and said, "You're indeed a god!"

  After Jing Ke solved his own problem, his first question about the "Immortal Realm" also came: "What is that (pointing to glass)? And why can't I see lamp oil (pointing to the top of a lamp)?"

  Ugh, I've been swindled! He beat me.

  Luckily my answer is also very strong: This is the fairy world, even if I told you, you wouldn't understand.

  When it was time to eat, I called Jing Ke up to the dinner table. Since there was still a year's time, sneaking around wasn't going to work, so I might as well let him see the light early on.

  Jing Ke received a warm welcome from Baozi, who was someone that could get along with all of my friends.

  When Jing Ke was staring at the TV and shoveling rice into his nose, Baozi whispered in my ear: "Your friend 'Little Sales Department' is open." I looked down from under the table and saw that Jing Ke was wearing my LEE, with his legs crossed, sitting like us, with the zipper open, and his thing, not too short or too long, was sticking out of the crotch, looking outside. I coughed, but he didn't take it to heart. Baozi made an excuse to go out and serve dishes, and I took the opportunity to ask Jing Ke: "Brother Jing, is it cool?" He didn't seem to hear what I was saying, pointing at the TV and asking: "Are those little people in there raised by you?" I had no choice but to stand up, point to my lower abdomen and say: "Our custom here is that this thing can't be exposed."

  I thought he would be embarrassed, but I was wrong.

  He carelessly pulled the thing in and pointed at the TV, saying: "What do you feed them every day?" I walked over to help him with his zipper, just as we were halfway through, Baozi came in...

  That night, I could only prove myself to be a heterosexual through actual actions. Baozi's body, which looked exceptionally beautiful under the dim light, sucked me dry like a water pump. In her words, she wanted to make sure that even if I had the heart, I wouldn't have the strength, so she wouldn't have to worry about it during the day. Until dawn broke, we cleaned up and slept for a while. Jing Ke snored all night, and I found him to be not a difficult person to deal with. To put it bluntly, he was slightly lacking in intelligence and easily believed others. This might have something to do with his treating me like a god. As long as you don't mention assassinating Qin Shi Huang, he's just like a fool.

  I opened the door an hour later than usual, and as soon as I took down the door board, I found Liu Lao Liu sitting on my steps smoking, with a fat guy squatting beside him. When he saw me open the door, Liu Lao Liu stomped out his cigarette and led the fat guy in, telling me that this fat guy was my second customer. As soon as he mentioned the fat guy's name, I felt like the sky had fallen and the earth had cracked.

  Perhaps some clever readers have already guessed who this fat man is.

  Yes, he is - Qin Shi Huang!