After asking for a long time, I could not find out from these people where their money was hidden.
Jin Qing's expression became more and more gloomy. They were really a bunch of misers who gave up their lives rather than their wealth.
Or, they don't believe that they will actually kill someone.
707 ""You have a corpse sitting under you, and a candied haws of human head kneeling in front of you. Why do you think they won't believe that you can kill someone?
Qian Duoduo obviously had the same idea, but in order to prevent Jin Qing from noticing her, she turned around decisively, determined to cover up her remaining conscience.
There is no way, her family is too rich, she must not let this woman think of it.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the candied haws in front of her, trying her best to soften her eyes, "Where are you from?" ??
If that doesn't work, just look for the base camp of these people.
People's brains have lost the ability to think. How can they return to Jin Qing's words?
Seeing that these people were silent, Jin Qing narrowed his eyes fiercely and used some spiritual power on the stick.
707""Perhaps this is how the world's first zombie was born.
If it were in the past, the messengers under the city wall would naturally be in a panic.
Just when the messenger was in a state of excitement, imagining that he was waving a drumstick to kill seven people, a Ban man pulled up his bow and shot an arrow straight into the face of the soldier.
The looting soldiers were also unorganized. No one was responsible for leading the attack and no one was responsible for supporting them. Now that their big comrades have returned, those soldiers who were responsible for supporting them will naturally come to beg for help.
Realizing that he was rushing towards the archer, the ordering soldier closed his eyes forcefully and said, let's just die. If we can really kill one of them, it will be regarded as a great honor for our ancestors.
Several people were suddenly like meat thrown on an iron plate, beating wildly, and screaming horribly from their mouths.
At this time, the messenger knew whether to laugh or cry. I was actually flying.
But the problem is that I actually flew from under the city wall into the Ban people's camp.
Just when the messenger was surprised that he didn't have such magical power, a hot hum suddenly came from his ears, "I'm giving them face, right?"
In order to intimidate, of course the noisiest one must be killed first.
The messenger tried to open his eyes, but to his surprise, his eyes were stimulated to tears.
I grabbed the drumstick in my hand and looked at the direction of the arrow with a relaxed expression.
Yes you can, yes you can
At that moment, the body of the messenger suddenly flew into the air, and then my sight ended in the lake, and the sound of howling wind came to my ears.
But before seeing Jin Qing's feat today, the messenger suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his heart.
If you don't tell me, I'll kill you.
With a muffled thud, the messenger realized that there was nothing under him. Instead, the people who followed him were knocked out.
Jin Qing stopped transmitting spiritual power and looked at Tanghulu seriously again, "Where is your home? Are you sure you don't want to point it out to me?"
Tanghulu seemed to understand Jin Qing's threat. This time they raised their hands and pointed in the direction they came from.
The messenger also thought that when he was most excited, no one would want to take his life.
But just as he was thinking about it, a sudden burst of spinning force came over him. Just as the messenger was about to scream, he hit the person in question heavily.
What should I do with this minister?
Looking at Fanren's hands pointing in all directions, Jin Qing asked, "Are they playing tricks on me?"
It may even be included in the family tree.
Absolutely not, I even want to rush out of the city with my drumstick and fight to the death with those people who have bullied us for a long time.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of war drums coming from under the city wall again. It turned out that the Fan soldiers responsible for responding to the Fan people were coming. After asking for a long time, I could not find out from these people where their money was hidden.
Jin Qing's expression became more and more gloomy. They were really a bunch of misers who gave up their lives rather than their wealth.
Or, they don't believe that they will actually kill someone.
707 ""You have a corpse sitting under you, and a candied haws of human head kneeling in front of you. Why do you think they won't believe that you can kill someone?
Qian Duoduo obviously had the same idea, but in order to prevent Jin Qing from noticing her, she turned around decisively, determined to cover up her remaining conscience.
There is no way, her family is too rich, she must not let this woman think of it.
Jin Qing tilted her head and looked at the candied haws in front of her, trying her best to soften her eyes, "Where did you come from?"
If that doesn't work, just look for the base camp of these people. .??.
People's brains have lost the ability to think. How can they return to Jin Qing's words?
Seeing that these people were silent, Jin Qing narrowed his eyes fiercely and used some spiritual power on the stick.
707""Perhaps this is how the world's first zombie was born.
If it were in the past, the messengers under the city wall would naturally be in a panic.
Just when the messenger was in a state of excitement, imagining that he was waving a drumstick to kill seven people, a Ban man pulled up his bow and shot an arrow straight into the face of the soldier.
The looting soldiers were also unorganized. No one was responsible for leading the attack and no one was responsible for supporting them. Now that their big comrades have returned, the soldiers who were responsible for supporting them will naturally come to beg for help.
Realizing that he was rushing towards the archer, the ordering soldier closed his eyes forcefully and said, let's just die. If we can really kill one of them, it will be regarded as a great honor for our ancestors.
Several people were suddenly like meat thrown on an iron plate, beating wildly, and screaming horribly from their mouths.
At this time, the messenger knew whether to laugh or cry. I was actually flying.
But the problem is that I actually flew from under the city wall into the Ban people's camp.
Just when the messenger was surprised that he didn't have such magical power, a hot hum suddenly came from his ears, "I'm giving them face, right?"
In order to intimidate, of course the noisiest one must be killed first.
The messenger tried to open his eyes, but to his surprise, his eyes were stimulated to tears.
I grabbed the drumstick in my hand and looked at the direction of the arrow with a relaxed expression.
Yes you can, yes you can
At that moment, the body of the messenger suddenly flew into the air, and then my sight ended in the lake, and the sound of howling wind came to my ears.
But before seeing Jin Qing's feat today, the messenger suddenly felt a sense of clarity in his heart.
If you don't tell me, I'll kill you.
With a muffled thud, the messenger realized that there was nothing under him. Instead, the people who followed him were knocked out.
Jin Qing stopped transmitting spiritual power and looked at Tanghulu seriously again, "Where is your home? Are you sure you don't want to point it out to me?"
Tanghulu seemed to understand Jin Qing's threat. This time they raised their hands and pointed in the direction they came from.
The messenger also thought that when he was most excited, no one would want to take his life.
But just as he was thinking about it, a sudden burst of spinning force came over him. Just as the messenger was about to scream, he hit the person in question heavily.
What should I do with this minister?
Looking at Fanren's hands pointing in all directions, Jin Qing asked, "Are they playing tricks on me?"
It may even be included in the family tree.
Absolutely not, I even want to rush out of the city with my drumstick and fight to the death with those people who have bullied us for a long time.
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of war drums coming from under the city wall again. It turned out that the Ban soldiers responsible for responding to the Ban soldiers were coming.