The recruits in the camp of the forbidden army have mastered the operation of the fire gun in just a few days, and they cherish it like their lives. There is nothing left to practice, and they, ten thousand people, went to the Shenji Camp to report after drinking this meal.

What rises all the way, and don't forget brothers, it's all lotto.

Jiao Zhiming picked up a person who called him a brother and sister, turned his head to Ye Shu and said, "It's embarrassing, don't say that we brought it." Isn't it? ”

Ye Shu looked at him dullly, "Zhiming, am I really stupid?" ”

Everyone was stunned. On a scorching summer night, a chill emerged from Jiao Zhiming's tail vertebrae.

He swallowed and said, "How is it possible, isn't this nonsense. Isn't it? ”

"It's, how is that possible?"

"Who's gossiping, I don't even know the."

"Count me in, my fist is itching early."

A few people who sat on the ground, red-faced and red-eared, were noisy and shouting.

Ye Shu lifted the wine jar, drank it all, smashed the jar to the ground, and said with a smile, "You are right, no one dares to look down on me." ”

"Get the wine!"

He was crazy when he moved and laughed.

The evasive crowd became more and more unable to open it, and after a while, they hastily dispersed.

Jiao Zhiming sent the person who had a particularly good amount of alcohol back home.

They came back on horseback, and when they got off the horse, Ye Shu didn't let anyone help them.

And with his physique, how can the guards hold it?

Jiao Zhiming hurriedly went over and grabbed him by one arm and led him into the courtyard.

"Where's the word?" Ye Shu turned unsteadily in a circle under his feet, pointed crookedly at the shadow wall, and shouted, "What about my words?" ”

"Words?" Jiao Zhiming remembered, leaned his neck and looked at the shadow wall, "The words are gone, another day the great Sima is giving it." As he spoke, he helped him into the courtyard.

Ye Shu turned, "Get up-"

There was always a double shadow in his sight, and the more he tried to see it clearly, the more he couldn't see it clearly, so he pushed Jiao Zhiming and staggered towards the shadow wall.

He saw it clearly.

There is no word left on the wall.

He wrote so deeply, why is it gone?

Ye Shu looked everywhere, stretched out his hand and dragged the doorkeeper, "Where did you read the words?" ”

Where does the gatekeeper know what he says? He stammered, "The villain doesn't know." ”

"I don't know?" Ye Shu kicked him away.

How can a person with shallow martial arts withstand it?

Immediately knelt on the ground in pain.

Ye Shu grabbed another one and asked him, "Do you know?" ”

"That word was eaten by ants," the subordinate knew.

"Eat it?"

The subordinate was pinched by the collar, he didn't dare to run, and he didn't dare to move, crying, "Honey recruits ants, and the villain wants to take care of it, but he doesn't control it." ”

"That's right," Ye Shu racked his brains and let go of him with his eyebrows, "Why didn't I think of it." ”

When he was still the god of war, he was easily not drunk, and no one saw him have an evil fire. Now it's a different story.

Jiao Zhiming felt sorry for the thousandth time in his heart, and stepped forward to help him.

The person who hung his head against the shadow wall grabbed the person with his hand, laughed cruelly, and slammed the head of the person against the wall.

He smiled stupidly, "Why don't you just change things?" ”

The blood of the next person is made of ink, and the face is made of pen. No matter how screaming and struggling, that hand never let go. The screams of the subordinates are horrible.

Jiao Zhiming didn't know that he still had such a brutal and unkind side. I was stunned and saw Ye Jingtian coming.

"General!" Jiao Zhiming hurriedly caught up and explained the reason in two sentences.

"Who told you to get him drunk?"

Jiao Zhiming was stunned, "...... It's the fault of the subordinates. ”

The cry of the subordinate was particularly terrible in the night, Jiao Zhiming couldn't wait to stop it, looked at Ye Jingtian, and saw Ye Jingtian's face with a cold expression.

"Alright."

Ye Shu finished leaving his subordinates aside. Take a few steps back and appreciate the large characters you have rewritten.

Ye Jingtian was afraid that he would fall, so he stepped over, his eyes came into contact with the bloody characters on the shadow wall, and he kicked the subordinate who was constantly wailing and wailing, "Take it down and take medicine." ”

Steward Hu took two people and took away the subordinates who had ruined their heads and faces.

Ye Jingtian helped Ye Shu weakly: "Dad will take you back, if you are not happy, I will ask Mr. Jing to show you." ”

"See what?" Ye Shu twisted his drunken body, "Am I sick?" ”

Ye Jingtian said: "Nonsense." Daddy means, you're not comfortable watching. ”

"I'm not uncomfortable," Ye Shu shook him off, muttering words that he couldn't hear clearly, and walked drunk towards the courtyard.

Ye Jingtian turned his head to look at the shadow wall, "Wipe that thing for me!" ”

That's not the word sad anymore.

It's a three-word personal name.

Across several layers of walls, people were listening to Lin Qingqing in the Snow Hall, pinching the handle of the fan and secretly thinking about what he was doing shouting like that in front of him.

Thinking about it, she forgot that there were many mosquitoes in the yard, she was bitten a few bags, and waved a fan back to the house.

"Miss!"

Ya'er is back.

Lin Qingqing fanned her, "What's wrong with the front?" ”

Ya'er squatted in front of her with a white face, hesitated slightly, didn't tell the truth, and said, "It's that the prince of the world got drunk and beat his hairy subordinates." ”

Lin Qingqing was surprised, "He hit someone?" Why is it so miserable? ”

"That's it...... If you are a little more ruthless, you may be in a bad mood," Ya'er said.

After getting along for a long time, listening to him shouting more and shouting, Lin Qingqing almost forgot that the man had a hot temper and was very skilled, and he used to kill people without blinking.

The fan in her hand fanned and stopped, stopped and fanned, and unconsciously frowned.

That person's mood was good or bad, Lin Qingqing really didn't want to think about himself.

Because it is inevitable to be self-inflicted.

That's it.

What do you want to do so much.

Lin Qingqing's mind regained his calmness, and the fan in his hand moved again, "There is a letter on the bed frame in the bedroom, you can take it to the fourth prince tomorrow." ”

The letter on the bed frame in the dormitory, Ya'er knew, "Wasn't that written a long time ago?" ”

"Yes," Lin Qingqing fanned at this girl, "I didn't want to care." Just do it. Don't change hands when you send the letter, hand it over to him personally, and let the fourth prince ask me if he doesn't understand anything. ”

"I know that Miss's letter can't be read casually," Ya'er took the fan and slapped her, "wash your face and go to sleep?" Reading at the lamp at night is not good for the eyes. ”

"Isn't that unable to sleep," Lin Qingqing stood up and walked towards the bedroom, "By the way, you go to Dashan tomorrow and ask him to come over when he has time recently, and I'll tell him something." ”

"Alright," Ya'er confiscated the books from the bed and rolled up the mat for her.

"What are you doing," Lin Qingqing pressed the mat onslaught, "I want to sleep on this." ”

"Our lady specially explained, I don't want you to sleep on this young day," Ya'er's ass pushed at her, "confiscated." ”

"You want to heat me to death," Lin Qingqing wailed. I really tossed and turned and didn't sleep all night.