Wu Hao took Wu Hu to a room with a twist and turn, and a yellow scarf corpse similar to Wu Hu's body was placed inside. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Wu Hao had already seen numbness, and he didn't have too many thoughts in his heart, but just pointed with his finger: "How about you just wear his clothes and wrap your head in his yellow scarf?"

"Isn't it a bit bad to be like this, Childe?" Wu Hu didn't expect Wu Hao to show him a yellow turban corpse, and his legs trembled a little. He thinks he is a little stupid compared to his son, but seeing such a posture. He also knew that someone wanted to infiltrate the Yellow Turban camp, which was probably something that had been premeditated for a long time.

Wu Hao asked Wu Hu without thinking: "It's not that you just said it yourself, you are willing to sneak into the Yellow Turban camp and try every means to deliver the news to my mother."

"But I didn't say it, stripping the clothes of the dead." The corners of Wu Hu's mouth twitched fiercely, he thought that Gongzi would become more stable and reliable, but he didn't expect to think too much about himself.

Wu Hao deliberately looked Wu Hu up and down, and his heart was furious: "Do you want to wear your clothes to blend into the Yellow Turban camp?"

"But you can't wear the clothes of this dead man." Wu Hu stiffened his neck and asked Wu Hao rhetorically.

Wu Hao squinted at him: "If you don't wear the yellow scarf clothes on this dead man, do you think you can get in?"

"Even if I wear it, I may not be able to get in." Wu Hu complained to Wu Hao without thinking.

Wu Hao deliberately rolled his eyes and sighed exaggeratedly: "It seems that you don't want to go, just wait for me to talk to Wu Long, and after the yellow scarf retreats, beg my mother to help you say a ......."

"Don't, Childe, can you change some other tricks." Without waiting for Wu Hao to say the words old and ugly, Wu Hu immediately interrupted, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "I didn't say that I wouldn't go, it's just that it's not good to pick up the clothes of the dead." Just like the stories you told before, Childe, after death, we should respect their remains, and we can't take them off casually, in case something happens to the corpse."

"Change, change, change...... Don't make excuses if you don't want to go." Wu Hao glared at Wu Hu angrily, and his tone was full of displeasure.

Wu Hu shuddered in his heart: "I, I didn't say it."

"Do you know how difficult it is for me to find this corpse?". Wu Hao looks like he hates iron but not steel, and if he is replaced by others, he may really believe it. The so-called not easy, in fact, is just a matter of words.

Wu Hu is familiar with Wu Hao's routines, and en, it is a routine. There was a look of disbelief on his face.

"Don't pick up clothes, do you?" Wu Hao's face flew quickly, and his tone turned flat.

Seeing Wu Hao's flat tone, Wu Hu seemed to sense the terrible thing that was coming: "I didn't say it."

"Then go and wear it". Wu Hao looked directly at Wu Hu, his face full of urging.

Wu Hu had no choice but to reluctantly walk over under Wu Hao's gaze: "Son, you can't think of some other way to let me get mixed up in the Yellow Turban camp."

"The Yellow Turbans have returned defeated, and this is the perfect time to pretend to be a rout and infiltrate the camp." Wu Hao explained to Wu Hu, and then asked him rhetorically: "Do you think there is any more effective way than pretending to be a rout?"

"Childe, you have to find me something clean." Wu Hu shrunk his neck, still a little afraid to pick up the clothes on the yellow scarf corpse.

Wu Hao was completely too lazy to look at Wu Hu at this time, and pursed his mouth: "I don't have time or time." Wear it quickly, or it won't be easy to wait until the hour is missed."

"It sounds like you're sending me on my way." Wu Hu subconsciously muttered.

Wu Hao's ears were sharp, and he was suddenly angry: "If you really want to go on the road, you can't pick up the clothes of this corpse." Ben Gongzi promises that as long as you don't change your clothes and walk to the Yellow Turban camp with a big grin, you will definitely be able to eat a thousand arrows through your heart and go on the road comfortably."

"Forget it, I'll pick up his clothes." Thinking of the appearance of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart, Wu Hu couldn't help but shudder.

Reluctantly, he began to pick up the clothes on the corpse, and muttered quietly while picking it up: "Brother, I have no choice but to take off your clothes." If you are a corpse, don't look for me, because I listen to my son, and he is the mastermind."

Wu Hu's words were muttered over and over again, and he suddenly felt that someone had been kicked heavily in his ass. One did not stand still, and his body was heavily pressed against the corpse.

"Childe, you ......". Wu Hu was almost crying, and hurriedly got up and pointed at Wu Hao, but swallowed back the words behind him.

I saw Wu Hao's eyes glaring, as if there was a murderous aura: "Don't talk nonsense, get rid quickly."

"I—I don't take it off." Wu Hu's face was full of grievances, and the rebels were powerful.

"Don't take it off, watch out for my ......".

"Don't, Childe, can you not be in such a hurry."

"Can I not be in a hurry with nonsense?".

"Childe, I, I want to ......."

"What do you want? Don't you know that time is running out? “。

"But ......."

"Less nonsense, hurry up and strip naked".

The resistance finally ended in ineffectiveness, and Wu Hu looked like a resentful woman, as if he had been greatly humiliated and stripped the corpse of his essence.

Wu Hao looked at Wu Hu, who looked like a resentful woman, and nodded with satisfaction: "I'll go out first, you hurry up and change your clothes."

"Childe, isn't it inappropriate for me to change here?" Wu Hu subconsciously looked at the corpse that had been stripped of his essence, and suddenly there were those pictures that he shouldn't have in his heart, and he couldn't help but shudder.

Wu Hao was completely unaware of the evil thoughts in Wu Hu's heart, and turned around and walked outside.

Wu Hu had no choice but to suppress the grievances in his heart and change his clothes tremblingly.

After a while, the door was opened, and Wu Hu walked out wearing yellow scarf clothes and wearing a yellow scarf on his head. If there is no sad look in his eyes, maybe others will think that this is a yellow turban elite who has been fighting for many years.

Wu Hao nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder with his hand: "Well, not bad." I will accompany you to the outside of the village, and I will see you off."

"Childe, do you want to do such a desperate thing." Wu Hu's heart was full of grief and indignation, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only show a depressed look.

Wu Hao ignored it and walked outside the village with Wu Hu.

Along the way, everyone was amazed, because Wu Hu was wearing a yellow scarf costume. Everyone only felt familiar, but they couldn't recognize who it was for a while. Seeing that he was following behind Wu Hao, he didn't make any special moves, but was just cautiously guarding in secret.

The leaves fell one after another, Wu Hao stopped outside the village and looked at Wu Hu approvingly: "It seems that the size I chose is good." Go to the Yellow Turban camp, do a good job, and better burn the food for me."

"Childe, didn't you let me go into the county seat and make an appointment with my wife? How did it become burning grain again". Wu Hu loudly defended to Wu Hao, it was originally a nightmare difficulty, but after such a toss, it became a hellish difficulty.

Wu Hao felt that he had asked a little too much, but because he was thick-skinned, he didn't react abnormally: "You can do it yourself, and you can do it by the way."

“……“。 Wu Huhe felt that he didn't have the strength to continue, and could only express his anger in a speechless way.

Wu Hao deliberately looked at the sun in the sky, and with this countless Wu Hu's resistance: "Hurry up, lest it be difficult to miss the auspicious time."

Auspicious time? The corners of Wu Hu's mouth twitched violently, but considering that he couldn't say that he was a son, he could only take a step and walk in the direction of the Yellow Turban camp. It is quite windy and sluggish, and the water is cold, and the strong man is gone and will never return.

Wu Hao looked at Wu Hu's departing back and restrained his expression, showing a rare serious appearance. Thinking of the stars that night, there was a hint of expectation in his eyes, although Zuo Ci's demon fooled himself into apprenticeship, thus ruining his dream of becoming the senior brother of Wolong and Phoenix, he could not deny that he did have real talent and learning.