Still with a worried heart, I handed the split tiger talisman in my hand to Meng Tian.

But he just looked at it and didn't take it.

"Soul Wanderer, will you remember them?"

He asked me rhetorically, the bamboo slips on the desk had been closed, and Meng Tian was caressing.

I don't know how to answer, who remembers? Those insignificant beings who died in battle.

What's more, times are different.

"Give it to you, I hope you remember, today they are fighting for your time, the tiger talisman is no longer useful, there are no soldiers who can order, its existence is only to make people remember, its former value."

Meng Tian still didn't take the tiger talisman, but gave it to me, looking at the tiger talisman in his hand, I thought of the soldier who was pulled off my horse and raised the bronze sword towards me, and I thought of the commander who threw me the tiger talisman, and there was no emotion on his face.

The battle puppet was forced to land, or it could be said to fall, and he plunged headlong into the sand not far away, like a cannonball, and Flowey got up and chased after him.

I glanced at Meng Tian, he didn't refuse, I bent my knees slightly and ran towards the war golem at full speed.

The war golem that had been planed out by Flowey was trying to hold Flowey's head down with his hand so that Flowey would not be licked in the face.

"Good thing, it's fine."

I thought to myself.

But he said.

"What's going on?"

The war puppet floated up, and Flowey flew into the air.

"Some people, strange people, they tried to summon something with those desert dry bone spirits, but Meng Tian's army surprised the other party, countless cavalry rushed against them, and finally the energy rioted, blowing up the canyon, I was pushed out, I couldn't bear the pure energy, and I was blown here."

The war puppet said that I was confused, wait, remembering what Meng Tian said just now.

"Today they fight for your time."

Could it be? The other party is not a woke undead, but a person of our time?

Thinking of this, it feels a little unbelievable and chaotic, there is too much information in it, and this is not a place for deep thought.

"Are you hurt?"

I care more about whether the golem is seriously injured, not only because the golem is my help, but also because I already treat him as a friend.

"It's okay, I'm not what I used to be."

The battle puppet twisted its neck, its breath deepened, and the black mist dispersed by the impact shrank a lot.

I nodded, knowing full well that the First Emperor's bounty strengthened the ring at the same time as it strengthened the war golems that lived on the ring.

Soon, the war puppet and I came to Meng Tian's side, and Meng Tian had a different answer for the same explanation.

"Soul Wanderer, you have only seen a little bit of this world, but you think that is the truth."

"Who are they?"

I'm talking about the people in the canyon.

"A group of lost fanatics."

Seeing that the dust of the canyon had not yet fallen, and the cyclone caused by the falling stones had arrived slowly, I raised my hand to cover my eyes and quickly dispersed.

Looking back, Meng Tian had already gotten up and was about to leave, and I followed.

"How many times have you been on the battlefield?"

Meng Tian took the initiative to ask me, but he didn't look back.

"Five, six, seven, eight times!"

I was giggling and thought it looked amazing.

"Practice more, there will be more in the future."

Meng Tian said casually, and my heart was galloping.

The Dry Bone Sand Soldier vanished, as if he had never been, leaving no trace of existence, except for two figures in the distance.

Approaching, the figure is revealed.

An uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes and a young man who looked very similar to his uncle, both of them wearing coarse and linen costumes, looked in one direction together.

"General Wang Qian."

Meng Tian took the initiative to speak, and I guessed correctly.

The two in front of him were the general of the Qin State who asked Meng Tian to check on the battlefield before, Wang Qian.

Hearing this, Wang Jian and the others turned their heads, first saluted Meng Tian, signaled, and then looked at me.

I had to say hello with a smile.

"You are General Wang Qian, I am glad to meet you."

Beckoned.

Flowey tilted her head to look at the other party, and then ran not far away to let herself go.

The war puppet did not leave me, floating behind me, silent.

"Who is this?"

Wang Jian kept his eyes on me, and I didn't know if he was looking at the ring or at the black covering I was all over.

"Introduce yourself."

Meng Tian touched me and motioned to me.

I had to immediately raise my right hand and take a step closer, and on the side of the other party's hind legs, I observed the corner of the other person's eyes, and my intuition told me to take a step forward, and what greeted me was the weapon.

I swear I had a harmonious smile at the time, even though the raised right hand was too awkward.

"I have admired the name for a long time, General Wang Qian, I am. . . Well, they all call me the Soul Crosser, but I'm actually a little tour guide, hehe. ”

The embarrassed right hand was withdrawn, forgetting that the other party didn't know what a handshake was?

"Soul Walker?"

Unexpectedly, when I finished speaking, the young man's eyes seemed to show excitement.

If I guessed correctly, this young man should be one of the father and son soldiers who helped Qin Shi Huang conquer the Six Kingdoms, Wang Ben, that is, Wang Qian's son.

That's when I heard a familiar voice.

"Someone is calling me, and the voice is... Zhang Qin? ”

It was a magical feeling, and as soon as I discerned it, my hearing and perception would seem to turn into threads in that direction, and I heard her call.

Huahua, who kept digging the sand pit and was constantly buried by herself, shook the sand on her body and rushed in one direction, but in the third step, she tripped over the pit she dug and almost stuck her head in the sand.

The figure in the distance is approaching, and if you look closely, it is a group of four people from the first emperor who watched from the wall, including my two family members.

There were still a few hundred meters left, and Wang Jian and his son knelt down, bowed their heads, and greeted their former king.

Seeing that I was safe and sound, Zhang Qin still couldn't hold back.

Big bear hugs.

"Hanihani, a lot of people are watching."

The girl in her arms, her soft body, was like a quilt on an afternoon, warm and soft.

It seems that he has cried and is distressed.

"I don't care, give me the ring, next time, next time I go I will go with you."

She almost cried out again as she spoke, maybe it really worried her when I was trapped.

I took her in my arms and whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry."

If it weren't for Yin Na's cough, a deep kiss would have been the perfect ending to this big fight, like a cliché foreign movie plot.

At this time, I was embarrassed to find that everyone was looking at us, and before I knew it, a trace of envy flashed in Yingzheng's eyes, and it flashed.

"The last general, Wang Qian, was late to escort him, and he was willing to be punished."

Wang Qian's voice was loud and sonorous.

"Teacher, please get up."

Ying Zheng unexpectedly went to help Wang Jian up and called him a teacher, which made me very puzzled.

"Wang Jian used to be the teacher of the First Emperor, but later for some reason, the First Emperor doubted it and almost buried the general."

Yin Na whispered to me.

Is that so? And no wonder.

(End of chapter)