The man swallowed the blood from his throat and forced himself to remind several people: "The National Seal is a thing that harms people. When I die, you can throw my body away and then run away in the opposite direction... You can always get rid of the pursuers..."

"But the national seal..."

Several soldiers were still a little hesitant.

That thing is the national seal.

Where can I not be robbed of the head?

The man said angrily: "Then the National Seal, Damn, this is a death-seeking thing. Zheng Qiao, this dog guy... didn't kill many people to attack him. When he died, he wiped out all the soldiers under my command... I have never seen such a sinister person before!"

When the national seal appeared on one's own forces, the fool thought it was a secret conspiracy made by Zheng Jobu - forcing them to eat small fish and eat shrimps. When everything was settled, it was hard to say how many living people were left in the Dragon Slaying Bureau's coalition.

Zheng Qiao is dead...

But he also successfully buryed hundreds of thousands of people!

Thinking of this, the man wanted to curse again.

As soon as he spit out a word, he was choked by the blood rushing from his throat and coughed continuously. One of his confidants advised him not to be too angry, and the other helped him stuff the popped intestines back. It took a while for the man to suppress the burning pain like a burning throat.

At this moment—

The man, who was weak and dizzy, suddenly opened his tiger eyes and shouted: "Who? Get out!"

The exhausted soldiers and generals were on guard.

"Don't panic, Cui has no malice."

The knife fan brushed away the hanging vines and walked out of one person.

A seemingly weak middle-aged scholar.

The injured man turned out a weapon, stood up with shaking force, squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Who are you?"

"I am in the Xia family's surname Cui, and I used to work under the account of Mr. Wu."

The man sneered: "Wu Zhaode's subordinate."

The middle-aged scholar shook his head: "It's not now."

The man had a bad temper: "I care if you are not. If you are passing by, get out. If you are not passing by, leave your life!"

Middle-aged scholar: "General Qian is afraid he is powerless."

The man groaned and sat back on the ground with all his might. The soldier who was still able to move looked at the middle-aged scholar with a knife.

The two sides confronted each other for a while.

The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui can relieve the general's danger."

The man just sneered, obviously not believing in the other person's mouth.

But he asked, "How can you solve it?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "General Qian's suffering this time is all due to the national seal. The general can hand over the national seal to Cui for safekeeping."

The man scolded: "Don't let your shit!"

The middle-aged scholar was not bothered: "General Qian, if the seal in your hands, it will sooner or later cause a murder. If it is in Cui's hands, no one can find his traces. Believe it or not, it is in you!"

"If I believe your lies, there will be a ghost!"

"Since the general doesn't believe it, that yellow bird..."

He didn't continue to say it, and the man sneered: "There are so many sneaky dogs, what are you hiding?"

"The surname Qian, who are you calling the dead dog?" Chen Tang appeared unhappily. Looking at Qian Yong, who was covered in blood and suffered many wounds, he laughed bluntly, "Young, Uncle Qian, you have today. Is this a lot like a broken dog?"

The man, Qian Yong's face was so bad that he couldn't see it.

He never expected that the person in the dark would be Chen Tang.

He asked, "Who is surnamed Chen, why are you here?"

Qian Yong and Chen Tang’s relationship is not really good.

There is still a grudge between the two.

Seeing the other party's outfit, only two people followed him, he immediately thought Chen Tang was the same as him. But he was so gloating that he was interrupted by Chen Tang: "I am not as unlucky as you, and I was chased to the point of desperate situation. I just heard that you have the seal in your hand?"

Qian Yong narrowed his eyes: "What, you want it?"

Chen Tang said, "I want it, you give it?"

Qian Yong sneered.

"Mr. Chen wants to be buried with me, so how can I refuse?"

Chen Tang: "..."

Qian Yong dares to give it to him now, but Chen Tang dares not accept it.

Once taken, her position was exposed.

She stubbornly changed the topic: "Uncle Qian, I haven't seen each other for a few days. Why are you so embarrassed? Only so few people are left?"

Speaking of the manpower, Qian Yong held back the urge to shed tears and said hatefully: "It's not because of that guy Zhang Yongqing!"

When the National Seal was delivered, his troops were very close to Zhang He, and he was attacked before he could react.

All the home business he had worked hard to manage for many years was gone!

Qian Yong asked back: "Where are you?"

Chen Tang said: "Because some things act separately."

Qian Yong smiled a little maliciously when he heard this, Chen Tang ruthlessly wiped out his orgasm in his skull: "Do you think anyone is as stupid as you? There are so many literary scholars in my tent, but they can't get a solid eye together and can't suffer any loss."

Qian Yong: “…”

He was afraid that he would not die of blood loss, but was pissed to death!

Chen Tang looked at the defeated soldiers beside him and sighed: "Put the national seal, at least you can save your life."

The next moment, a bloody object hits the corner.

Chen Tang: "..."

Good guy, come really?

The moment the National Seal left Qian Yong, it turned into an illusory little dragon. With a dragon roar, it quickly penetrated into Chen Tang's palm.

result--

Click!

The little dragon was bounced back and fell to the ground by a dazzling light.

Silent, awkward, speechless.

The national seal was rejected, and the little dragon was curled up in grievance.

Qian Yong looked at Chen Tang with a faint look and said meaningfully: "Good you Chen Youli, you hide so deeply!"

Chen Tang was like this for some reason, so he could only smile awkwardly.

At this moment, a pair of deep eyes fell on Chen Tang.

The master of sight is the middle-aged scholar.

He said, "If you can trust me, please leave it to Cui."

The pursuers arrived at some point, but this hot potato was finally taken over by the middle-aged scholar. He did not absorb the national seal, but just tapped the little dragon with a knife fan, and the little dragon hovered over the fan handle. Chen Tang looked at the fan handle without any sense.

Chen Tang was surprised: "Is this?"

The middle-aged scholar said: "Cui's way of scholars."

Qian Yong was amazed: "Wu Zhaode has suffered a great loss."

Middle-aged scholar: "It's more than that he loses."
Chapter completed!