Zhao Kai was a little drunk.
A female demon is coming towards us.
It suddenly sobered him up.
The girl with phoenix eyes turned around and glanced at him.
He snorted.
Little Daredevil
Then he led his men towards the inner palace.
Zhao Kai felt that he was definitely not mentally sound.
At least there must be some
otherwise
Why would this female evil star appear in his dreams every night?
Mother Cen built a dark room under her bed in her room, which contained not only her usual weapons and gold and silver, but also some troublesome gadgets.
The bearded man, having been splashed with a bowl of cold water, slowly raised his heavy eyes.
The woman in black in front of him smirked and said, "You'd better have a tough tongue."
She then picked up the red-hot iron and stuck it on the man's body.
—Sizzle
Along with the wisps of smoke, there was also the aroma of roasted meat.
Hungry
Let Old Zhang make barbecue tonight.
Add some pickled cabbage
Add some chili peppers
The man screamed in agony as he was swallowed up in the long, dark tunnel.
While everyone outside was enjoying tea and chatting leisurely, Zhao Kai's hands trembled as he recalled that scene.
"Why are you trembling? What's wrong? Are you afraid Cen Ang will be bullied by that person?" Zhang's mother couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up.
Zhao Kai didn't want to speak, only uttering one sentence.
You'll find out in a moment.
Less than half an hour later, the middle-aged woman came out of the room. This time she wasn't covered in blood. She used a handkerchief to wipe the water droplets off her hands after washing.
"I got the question out."
Everyone listened attentively.
"They were sent by the Xiongnu high priest, mainly to inquire about the deployment of the border garrison and the supply of provisions. It's possible that Wei Ci has recently been communicating with them, which is why they've come to ask about us."
Cen Ang recounted everything that had been revealed during the interrogation.
"How did they contact each other?" Huo Shuwen asked.
"Like Wei Ci, there were regular caravans that passed through the grasslands and the county town every month. They would leave some things inside and hang a red cloth strip as a form of communication."
The woman looked at the sky.
He continued
"Haven't had a late-night snack in days, how about some barbecue, Lao Zhang?"
"OK"
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