Chapter 620 620: Ping Sibao County (22) [I have a fever]

Xun Ding has never seen such a pomp in his life.

However, his face had been thicker every day since he ran away from home and let himself go, and he was also harshed by people like Gong Xiqiu who were killed by thousands of swords. His thickness and defense ability were incomparable to the young age: "What do you think I am?"

Qiucheng did not speak directly.

Instead, he spoke out to remind the person to speak.

"My master has a unique vision, appreciates you and treats him with the courtesy of his country's men. If that's the case, you should repay him with the national men..."

Xun Ding: “…”

He thought he was thick-skinned enough.

I never thought that the person in front of me was the ancestor.

Xun Ding raised his hand and stopped him from continuing to say, and said, "Stop and stop - to the bottom, between you and me is just a business. Since it is a business, you will naturally be willing to do everything in the money, and there is no unexpected relationship. I have been running this business for many years and have always adhered to the principle of giving people as much as they charge. The military generals below are not something that I can deal with, and the money given by Qiu Gong is not enough for me to sacrifice my life, let alone any national sages but not national sages. Therefore, there is no need to mention it."

What Xun Ding should do, do, say, or even where to stand, the contract book is clearly written.

He does what he has to do.

Extraordinary things, no.

He admitted that his skills were not as good as others.

In the past, he could still talk a few words, but Gong Xiqiu was not used to people. The harder his mouth was, the more miserable he was repaired. Until now, Xun Ding has been completely Buddhist and can treat these talented and unreasonable masters more calmly - he is just an ordinary person, why should he compete with these masters who have God open the back door? Chen Tang is also one of them.

That's the case-

Why can't he cherish his life?

Furthermore, as Gong Xi Qiupeng, who gave away one, would not fight with others for the yellow and white things...

Everyone on the city wall was also stunned by Xun Ding's speech.

The eyes are different.

Some are surprised, some are surprised, and more are contempt.

The general who started the topic was even more unrestrained: "I have never seen such a person who is greedy and afraid of death like you..."

Xun Dingke didn't go to him and said with a smile: "Well, I am greedy for life and fearlessness. Since the general is brave and fearless, and is not afraid of life and death, and is also treated as the 'rituals of the national sage' by Duke Qiu, why don't he set an example and go on to respond to the third battle to clear the obstacles for Duke Qiu?"

"You—" Xun Ding was yelling in front of him, but it was difficult to refute him, so he could only say with a slight face, "Zhu Zi—"

Xun Ding naturally turned a deaf ear to him.

"You're enough!" Qiu Cheng interrupted the two of them with anger. At present, the most embarrassing and annoying thing was not the two of them, but Qiu Cheng. His face was cleaned in public. How could he bear it, who always cared about face? His expression was so ferocious that the general did not discover it at the first time, and Xun Ding pretended that he didn't see it.

The general was shocked by the scolding.

He hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Lord, forgive me..."

"Okay!"

Qiu Cheng forced his words to interrupt.

I don't want to hear this person's voice now.

The pair of sinister eyes swept from the general to Xun Ding, and was about to say something, Chen Tang off the field had already made a decision for them with caring heart. The general won two games in three games, and she had already won two games. The remaining third game was actually not a big win.

Just kidding - a layer of morale gain BUFF that is within reach. Why did she give up in a hurry? The higher the gain, the stronger the morale, and the difficulty and casualties will be smaller when siegeing. Hey, don’t mind taking another head and having fun.

She raised her hand to pause the drumming.

The qi sinks into the Dantian, and the voice clearly reaches the city wall. She asks: "Qiu Wenyan, who are you going to send to save your life in the third scene?"

Qiu Cheng clenched his fists.

I was a little angry that Gong Xiqiu was not there.

Compared to Xun Ding, who was not strong enough and did not accept discipline and contradicted him several times, Gong Xiqiu was stronger and more professional. Unfortunately, Gong Xiqiu was arranged by him in the capital of Xiaocheng to ensure stability and safety in the rear.

He was so happy to use his skills and expand his territory.

Who would have thought that his neighbor would give him a slap.

He beat him to the point of dizziness.

Below, Chen Tang continued to stretch his tone: "Qiu-Wen-Yan-Yan is bad or brave, at least you can give a response. Why, I dare not go to the third game now? If you are really scared, you might as well open the city gate, put down the suspension bridge, and surrender quickly. Don't worry, we are not devils, and we will not do such a crazy thing as a massacre of the city. As long as you are innocent people in the city, you will not kill, rob, or disturb them. If you can't do anything, you will be ridiculed by the world!"

She rode a motorcycle and walked back and forth leisurely, and did not forget to paint (digging) big (pit) cakes for people: "In addition, no matter the scholars and common people in the city, as long as they are well-behaved and talented, who can make profits for the people, everything will be the same after the city is destroyed..."

"besides……"

Chen Tang said whatever he thought of.

The atmosphere on the scene was so relaxed that it was not as relaxed as a siege.

The three armies behind Chen Tang still echoed and booed from time to time. The rhythm was like a stage, exciting and lively.

Xun Ding secretly glanced at Qiu Cheng with his light, and sure enough, he saw a black face that looked like a black face covered with ink. He wanted to sympathize with Qiu Cheng, and was first slapped by the enemy's face, and then forced to listen to the other party win over the hearts of the people, as if his lord was dead.

Alas, I have lost my face for several lifetimes.

As soon as he finished sighing, he suddenly heard the sound of "Lord, no, lord, think twice." He couldn't help but look curiously. It turned out that Qiu Cheng had snatched the bow and arrow from the guard next to him at some point, followed the bowstring tightly, aimed, and let his fingers loose-mindedly-

Completed in one go!

There is no turning back arrow when the bow is drawn.

The arrow left the string, and the target was the city sinking Tang. This arrow even infused a lot of literary energy, just like the anger that Qiu Cheng was holding, pouring out one arrow. Although literary energy was not as powerful as martial energy for weapons, it was far better than ordinary hundred-step piercing Yang.

Xun Ding cursed secretly: [Reckless!]

Depending on the situation just now, Chen Tang intends to engage in the third battle, and also uses Qiu Cheng's subordinates as whetstones - the whetstone he finally found, and does not want to be ground off at once. Xun Ding dared to guess that the person who entered the third battle may not be Chen Tang's original deity.

Even though the hope is slim, there is still a chance to save a game. Even if you can't, you can delay some time and provide your own side with the right to set up a backup plan. What's more, they still have the advantage of the city, and Chen Tang can't say that he can conquer it. Who knew that Qiu Cheng could not withstand a series of anger and slaps in the face. No matter if he did it, the target was still the leader of the other side...

What information does this move convey?

If you want to fight, fight, kill, kill, and say no more!

It is equivalent to completely tearing the face.

It's a formal signal of war!

Sure enough—

Chen Tang raised his hand and cut the arrow into two pieces. At this time, the gloating smile on his face had not completely dissipated, and it turned into a ruthless anger: "Since you don't want to eat the punishment for the wine - Qiu Wenyan, this place is your burial place!"

"Three armies!"

"Siege!"

_(:з」∠)_

The baby ear thermometer I bought for my leather jacket arrived today, so I measured it for myself. Good guy, it soared 38.5 degrees and hurriedly went to find a mercury thermometer again. The measurements were still 38.2 several times. I don’t know if it was yang, or if there was inflammation in the wound, or because of others... I am in good condition at present. In addition to feeling cold and a little itchy throat, my mind is still very clear. Let’s see what will happen tomorrow…

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!