The decisive look of the God's Operation made Wang Mi slightly stunned.

Although he could have predicted that the God's Vision could see his identity, he did not expect that he could see so accurately.

What should I do?

The situation in Xiangyang City is turbulent, and all forces are mixed with each other. This divine fortune teller is not just an ordinary fortune teller.

Could it be that Di Qin deliberately placed here to monitor the situation in the city?

Or is there a deeper background?

The next answer is of great importance, and Wang Mi hesitated unconsciously for a moment.

The magician in front of him couldn't even open his eyes, and the bruises and swelling around him had not yet disappeared. However, Wang Mi could still see that his eyes were very sincere.

Or, I'll give him a chance.

"What's wrong with you?"

“Though said.”

Neither admitting nor denying it, the God's Operation expressed his approval, reached out to fumble in his arms for a while, and then took out something.

"This is?"

Seeing that thing, Wang Mi immediately stumbled.

The squid is square and the dough is specially pasted with brown cardboard. It is airtight and tight.

The dough is slightly swelling, and you can tell at a glance that there must be several pages of paper in the cardboard.

Wang Mi is really familiar with this thing.

Isn’t this just a letter?

"Is this...a letter?"

"Why not seal it with a bamboo tube?"

Since Wang Mi came to the Great Jin Dynasty, he has taken it several times, and each time he was sent with a bamboo tube sealed with rice paste.

I have never seen this advanced sealing method in paper packaging.

"Isn't this easy to carry?" The God's Operation answered neatly, and Wang Mi immediately raised his thumbs up.

A good choice, worth promoting.

The letter was held in the hand of the God's Consort, but he was reluctant to hand it over to Wang Mi.

"Since you came from Desheng Fort, can you know Police Shen and Shen Jun?"

who?

Old Shen?

"Of course I know it!"

Why ask him?

Wang Mi smelled an unusual smell.

"Just know each other."

"You give this to him, remember, you must hand it to him with your own hands."

"There is the news you need most here."

The hard paper shell was finally handed over to Wang Mi, and Wang Mi was shocked: This was actually handed over to Lao Shen!

It's still a letter, would it be...

The pages of paper in Shen Police's hand that day suddenly flashed through his mind, the beautiful handwriting, and detailed news in Xiangyang City.

He seemed to understand.

"Don't worry, I will do it." Wang Mi bowed and immediately had a serious expression.

Wang Mi hesitated for a while, looked at the wounds of the God's Pursuit, and said, "Don't you go out of the city with us?"

"I am very fortunate, it is really too dangerous for you to stay in Xiangyang City!"

Before he knew it, a few traces of concern appeared in Wang Mi's eyes, and the divine chasing frowned.

What's going on with this person?

Why did my attitude suddenly change suddenly?

The voice of his speech was low and light, as if he was specifically accommodated by him.

"I can't leave, I have a lot of important things to do in the city!"

"You give this thing to Chen Chanjun. He will know who I am at a glance, so there is no need to say much."

From this point of view, he refused to reveal his true identity.

OK!

They didn't reveal their true identity to him, so why bother with him?

"Then let's just pass here!"

Wang Mi looked at him, and Liu Yu and Tan Pingzhi hurriedly came forward.

Several people bowed, and this was all separated.

After all, there was a place of right and wrong in Xiangyang City. Several heroes dared not stay for a long time and left quickly. Looking at their agile backs, the divine slayed leaning against the mud wall.

Today's choice still takes a lot of risks.

If it weren't for the increasingly strict guards in Xiangyang City, and it would be difficult for them to get out of the city, the God of Punisher would not have chosen this method.

If they were also liars from Di Qin, his hard work over the past few days would have been a waste.

Not only him, but even the fortress people in Desheng Fort, the people of the Northern Palace who arrived at Desheng Fort in advance, and even the Jin Dynasty's plan to seize Xiangyang were all wasted.

I wish God could give mercy!

…………

But on that side, General Murong Chong, who was beaten by a woman that day, staggered into the military camp again on that day.

Along the way, all the soldiers and officials who came and went all looked strangely.

"What's going on?"

"Are you beaten again?"

"What does it mean to be again!" A small soldier was puzzled.

"You haven't seen it?"

"General Murong was beaten back yesterday! His face was still red and swollen!"

It’s better to be beaten by women. No matter how many of them are, no matter how angry they are, they will be much lighter.

So yesterday, Murong Chong entered the door in dejectedly, but few people noticed that he had been beaten.

But today is different.

Tan Pingzhi and Liu Yu are both top-notch gang fighters. They always act steadily and accurately. Even if they restrained some strength, they still beat Murong Chong to be so lucky.

This time, it can’t be hidden.

"You dare to talk too much!"

"Bare you to death!"

Although Murong Chong became a deflated ball, his thugs and followers stood up.

If you can’t beat outsiders, you’re more than enough to hit your own people!

After scouting each other, the guys rushed over, and soon pushed a few talkative soldiers aside.

Why!

I really can't swallow this!

Murong Chong covered his face, and those gossips poured into his ears, making him even more sad.

What a pity!

What can he do?

By the way, how could the farmer of Desheng Fort know so much about the secrets in the Diqin palace?

Not to mention Xiangyang City, even in the Diqin military camp, many people still don’t know about this!

How did they know?

This person is really unlucky, and even the gods can't hold on, and even if they drink a sip of cold water, they can stuff their teeth.

"You dare to come back!"

The door creaked, and Murong Chong's body had not yet stood firm. When he raised his eyes, his mind was immediately confused.
To be continued...