The rain stopped at some point and the sky was getting brighter.
Qin Lei opened his eyes and had a weird expression.
He still kept his posture when he was lying down, but his heart couldn't calm down. Last night he had already discovered that he was not himself.
But this understanding was too absurd, so he had to spend one night to convince himself to accept this absurdity - he, a twenty-nine-year-old special forces instructor, became a little kid who could be at most fifteen or sixteen.
Once you accept this fact, it is not difficult to accept whether you are much shorter and have an environment like ancient China.
Qin Lei raised his right arm, looked at Yingbai's slender little hand, and then thought about his original big bear paw like a palm-shaped fan. He pulled the corner of his mouth, smiled bitterly, and muttered softly, "This ordinary girl is not as good as..."
Thinking of this, he suddenly became nervous and quickly used his little hand that "normal women can't compare to" to slap under his crotch. After feeling the existence there, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in fear: "Fortunately, I'm not a woman... I'm still a virgin." His face turned slightly red, and he felt a little embarrassed.
After figuring out the serious problem of whether this is a virgin or a virgin, Qin Lei's expression was obviously much relaxed. He jumped up from the bed with a carp. Yesterday he didn't take off his shoes and slept with his clothes.
A heavy breathing sound came from outside the door. Qin Lei knew that the man did not leave after leaving last night, but guarded outside all night. He coughed softly, and habitually pulled his clothes and tidy up his face. He pushed open the door and looked at him when he saw the man in front of the door.
Even though he had not been asleep all night, this man like a black iron tower was still energetic and without any sign of fatigue.
After a brief silence, Qin Lei sent an invitation: "Let's have a walk together..." The man nodded and made way sideways.
A spring rain made the willow branches tender and the grass green. The pebbles path under my feet were also washed. If it weren't for the small red puddles on the edge of the road and the faint smell of blood in the air, it would be a pleasant picture of the green after the rain.
Qin Lei frowned involuntarily. Could it be that even if he changed his body, he could not get rid of this bloody blood? He sighed and continued to walk without any intention.
Qin Lei was not walking fast, and the giant man following behind was not impatient. The two of the scout friends who had last night were silently wandering around in the small backyard.
The first thing that couldn't stand was Qin Lei. He turned around and stared at this guy who was taller than himself, and asked seriously: "Are you taking revenge on what happened last night?"
The man was stunned, obviously not remembering what happened last night that needed his own revenge.
Qin Lei knew that he was thinking too much and felt a little embarrassed. Mosuo smiled with his cheek, changed the topic, and asked, "What happened yesterday?"
A typical open-ended question is a bit difficult for a man who doesn't talk often. He was silent for a while before asking back: "Don't you remember?"
Qin Lei felt secretly happy, rolled his eyes, looked extremely distressed, nodded and said, "I don't remember anything since I woke up yesterday."
If others know about this kind of thing, they will either give some comfort or immediately ask for a doctor. But it is obvious that the Black Iron Tower in front of him is not an ordinary person. He just paused, then said "Oh" and used his low voice to tell what happened last night:
"At midnight, the assassins surrounded the mansion. Then a group of men in black came to block most of the assassins. Seven assassins broke into His Highness's room, and you fainted as soon as you saw them, and then woke up."
The dry answer was comprehensive and accurate, just like Qin Lei’s familiar combat documents, so Qin Lei liked it very much: “Where are the casualties here?”
"It's very heavy, two died, and one was broken..."
"Oh..." Qin Lei nodded and then asked, "Who did it? Do you have any eyebrows?"
The man shook his head and said angrily: "I don't know, we are living here, our ears and ears are too blocked."
The two continued to pace in the yard. Qin Lei thought about it and decided to figure out the situation first. So he rubbed his temples while walking and said to himself: "I don't know why, this headache is so bad, and his mind is messy, and he can't remember anything."
Tieying didn't answer.
Qin Lei had no choice but to continue, "Come and help me sort out my thoughts and see if I can remember."
The man was silent for a moment, as if he was measuring the feasibility of this proposal. He did not wait for Qin Lei for too long, so he nodded and said, "Yes". Only then did he believe that His Highness had lost his memory and stared at Qin Lei widened his eyes.
"Then start with who I am, where I am, and the current dynasty... Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. Of course I know who I am. I can't remember some big things. I asked you to talk about these things to help me recall big things!" Qin Lei was stared in a little embarrassed.
The man then withdrew his slightly pitying look, thought for a while, cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Your Highness, you are the fifth prince of the Qin Dynasty, the most powerful country today, with a noble status. We are now in the capital of Dongqi. Now it is the sixteenth year of Zhaowu." His voice is low and full of masculine charm.
Qin Lei's thoughts were like a flash, and it seemed that there was no Zhaowu in the 16th year of Chinese history. He then asked, "What countries are there today?" As for the bullshit prince's status as a noble prince, he didn't care much. From yesterday to now, there was not even a person to serve him. How could he be noble? He was not as good as ordinary landlords.
"When today we have three points, our Great Qin, Eastern Qi and Southern Chu will stand together."
It seems that it is not ancient China, but a similar world. Qin Lei, who was so enormous that he exploded, thought silently, and asked, "Why don't I wait for Qin and here?"
"Your Highness, you have been pledging the country for sixteen years..."
"What does it mean to be a hostage? How old am I now?"
"You are sixteen years old this year..."
"Uh..." Qin Lei was silent. When he was young, he always thought that the one-year-old Little Radish Head should be the youngest prisoner in the world. Unexpectedly, this record was broken by himself today.
Fortunately, he was born optimistic, grandma, and at worst he could escape. Didn’t Xiao Luobo escape? He comforted himself. Qin Lei, who didn’t work hard while studying, certainly didn’t know that Xiao Luobo was executed.
The man looked at Qin Lei's face and was sometimes shaking, and finally he was giggling, unable to help but worry about His Highness.
Qin Lei was silent for a long time, raised his head, gave the man a bright smile, and asked kindly: "The last question, are you your surname?"
The man sweated on his forehead, and his concern was swept away...
"The humble rank is called the iron eagle, the iron of steel, the eagle of the eagle. It is your guard commander." The iron commander said in a voice.
Qin Lei smiled at Tie Ying with slight concern, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said whisperingly: "Brother Tie, don't be angry, I really hurt my head, I don't even know what I call you, forgive me."
Tieying was silent. This young man couldn't even remember who he was, and it was normal that he couldn't remember the name of our subordinate.
"Brother Tie, what did you want to ask yesterday? Let's ask now." The two of them happened to walk back to the door. Qin Lei climbed the first step and turned around and said to Tie Ying with a bold look. This bold expression appeared on his pretty face, which was really weird.
Tieying didn't care about this, he bowed and said, "What kind of kung fu did your highness wake up last night? I've never seen a humble profession before."
"This...haha..." Qin Lei would not say that he used the female self-defense technique even if he was killed. "Ah, Sleeping Arhat Fist, yes, Arhat Fist, when I fainted, there was an old monk teaching me in his dream."
"Oh," Tieying frowned and said, "Your Highness, this Zui Meng Luohan Fist is a bit tainted. The old monk must not be a good person. You should try to use it as little as possible. Beizhi can teach you the authentic Tiger Fu Han Fist." His mind began to replay the horror scene of Qin Lei's move last night's life spell, and he felt the chilly spring.
Chapter completed!