Chapter 863: The Madness of Vultures

The materials and notebooks were reduced to ashes in the flames, and a relieved smile rose at the corner of Ahige's mouth, Xu Qing on the side seemed to have captured something from his smile, Dad's purpose for doing this must have some connection with the handwriting on the gold brick.

Ashige watched the flames on the ground gradually extinguish, turned his head to Xu Qing on the side and smiled: "You must be wondering why I burned these things that I took so much pains to get, right?" ”

Xu Qing said in a low voice: "No, you must have your own reasons for doing this, I'm just not worth it for the dead Daleng." ”

Ahig said in a low voice: "Merlin Shaman is right, the most rare thing for people is not to fight, but to let go, these materials involve too many clansmen, and they are completely let go if they are destroyed, there are clouds in Song poems, there are invincible opponents since ancient times, you have to forgive people and spare people, it is easy to deal with people, but the most difficult thing is to forgive, do you understand?" ”

Xu Qing wrinkled his nose and said: "The truth is true, but if you forgive others, people may not appreciate it, just like I used to meet those vicious dogs that bit people in the countryside, only by beating them with sticks and bricks and beating them will it completely stop, otherwise sooner or later they will bite you." ”

Ashig looked at his son, reached out and picked up the engraved gold brick and said, "Merlin Shaman told me to put it down, and he will decide the rest." ”

Xu Qing was very interested in no longer dwelling on this matter, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, you better rest early, I hope everything will be understood tomorrow, I am a soy sauce player, just take my men to have a good time." ”

Ashige uncovered the blanket on his body and stood up, Xu Qing reached out to help him at the right time, as a son of man, this little thing still has to be done. Helping his father into the room and sleeping, he returned to the hall and packed up the Wulongdan in his skin, leaving the gold bricks in their place.

I was a little tired of tossing and turning this night, so when I returned to the room, I put things in a small bag and stuffed them under my pillow, and fell asleep.

Someone can play chess with Zhou Gong safely, but some people are flustered on a moonlit night, Chahara Wushu is destined to lose sleep tonight, Catwoman was cut off by someone It doesn't matter to him, that female cat was originally the eyeliner that Bai Russia planted beside him, and it was clean when it died, but what kept people awake at night was that the things that were lost were taken away by a master hidden in the royal city, and Ouyang Ji chased him to the present and didn't know where he went, which really made him anxious.

Wushu paced back and forth in the hall with his hands on his back, a face that sank like bacon that had been burned for several years in the black, black and red, and there were two elders and his son Temur sitting on the side, now everyone was waiting for news from Ouyang Ji, the master of the White Camel Valley swore that he could get things back, and now he didn't even see a figure, and the people who were sent out to look for it had come back a few times, and they all said that there was no news, and the entire royal city was almost like being scraped by a fine-toothed comb several times, and the only possibility was that people had already left the royal city.

Great Elder Lie Jian finally couldn't help but stand up from his seat with a sigh, and said in a deep voice: "In my opinion, the thing must be in the hands of Ashige, and after the sacrifice tomorrow, once we propose to let him give up the sweating position, it will be made public, and then the clansmen will definitely favor him, in the Chinese idiom, we call ourselves humiliating." ”