Chapter 444: 444: Work hard to complete the KPI (twenty-four) [seeking monthly ticket]
Chapter 444 444: Work hard to complete kpi (twenty-four) [asking for monthly votes]
Xu Quan looked at this face carefully.
He had been looking at her for so long that outsiders really thought that he had taken a liking to this handsome young slave and wanted to take it as his own.
"She looks quite special." Xu Quan said.
The salt seller said flatteringly: "It is indeed the best."
If he wasn't afraid of being beaten, he would have wanted to imitate the old madam and introduce the slave boy properly, so he patted his chest and told Xu Quan that he had a good eye for this slave boy and had high-class aesthetics! Although he restrained himself, he was still arrogant.
The greasiness on the surface can still be seen through the small eyes squeezed into a line by the fat. Xu Quan didn't know what oil was, but it definitely made him sick to his stomach.
He waved his little hand impatiently.
The sassy female general on horseback raised her chin.
Said: "This general asks you, what is your name?"
The slave boy pursed his thin lips tightly and looked stubborn, refusing to speak easily. The salt dealer secretly pinched him.
Attracting the slave boy's eyes could kill someone.
Xu Quan asked again: "What is your name?"
Finally, the slave boy spoke, with a harsh, dry and hoarse voice: "Little, little has no name..."
The salt seller tried to smooth things over with a flattering smile: "General, slaves are usually like this. They have no name and no one wants them. Hey, if you like it, why don't you give him a name?"
When the slave boy heard this, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes seemed to move slightly. Xu Quan was naturally not so leisurely. He just asked casually, what does it have to do with whether the slave has a name? However, his curiosity still needs to be satisfied.
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"Is your hair acquired or is it natural?"
Although purple has been criticized as a different color, it is also an extremely noble color and is always associated with certain things. Xu Quan is greedy for such beautiful purple hair even though he was born with purple hair. If it is the day after tomorrow, he will have to find out the secret method to dye it himself.
one.
Think about that scene -
Her purple hair is braided into the same braid as her idol.
Standing among the crowd, he is the most handsome boy.
The focus of the crowd, all the attention!
The salt seller was choked by this question.
Just do this for a long time?
The color of the slave boy is no better than that of purple hair?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a waste of natural resources!
The slave boy was slightly stunned, as if he did not expect Xu Quan to ask this. He said: "Reporting to the general is the day after tomorrow."
Salt seller: “…???”
Fake???
When Xu Quan heard this, he thought there was something interesting!
He pointed the riding crop at the slave boy and pursed his lips, signaling to his cronies to pack up this big treasure and take it away! Xu Quan returned home with a full load, and the joy was engraved on his face. Only Jiang Sheng looked at the silent boy from time to time.
…
Xu Quan asked curiously: "Sir, you also want purple hair?"
The aesthetics are consistent with his.
Jiang Sheng didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "I don't like it."
Xu Quan nodded: "It doesn't matter if you don't like it. This person has a secret hair dyeing technique. There must be more than just purple. You can choose the one you like. Speaking of which, the general is envious of Chu Gongcao's gray hair. He can spot it among the crowd at a glance.
arrive."
Jiang Sheng: "He is old."
This naughty kid has some weird aesthetics.
Then he said: "I like it very much now."
Xu Quan was confused: "Then why is Mr. looking at him?"
"It's just a slave, but he's too good-looking." Jiang Sheng always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't find out why. The young man didn't have any fluctuations in the energy of heaven and earth, which meant that he was neither a literary scholar nor a scholar.
A courageous warrior.
Without the protection of civil and military energy, he could stay in such a good condition despite staying in a rough environment like Shiwu all year round.
"Maybe it's because of your natural beauty?" Xu Quan offered a few guesses for reference, "Maybe it's because of the family's financial difficulties?"
Jiang Sheng said: "Go back and ask Gu Wangchao."
Xu Quan muttered: "Is Gu Duyou a demon mirror?"
Jiang Sheng: "..." He felt more and more likeable the taciturn Xian Yujian, but Xu Quan was too talkative.
It's just that Jiang Sheng didn't expect Gu Chi to lose his temper.
"What do you mean you can't listen?"
Gu Chi: "It means that the way of scribes does not work."
Jiang Sheng: "..."
Gu Chi also scratched his head. In the past, the way of the scribes was always unfavorable. He couldn't listen to the gossip, but he met a few weird people. He didn't figure out the reason for Gu Ren. Jiang Sheng was on guard that time. What happened to this slave boy?
Jiang Sheng asked again: "Can't you use peeping into your heart and your soul?"
Gu Chi's way of being a scribe is passive and may fall short, but he is active in reading people's minds and words, and may be successful.
"No way." Gu Chi shook his head and said, "This person's physique is quite peculiar, and he is isolated from the energy of heaven and earth."
The insight into one's heart, words and spirit is driven by literary spirit.
The essence of Wen Qi is the refined Qi of heaven and earth.
Gu Chi asked him: "Have you ever seen this kind of thing?"
Jiang Sheng nodded: "There are similar records in the classics, but there are very few such people, and they are often confused with ordinary people... However, some spirit spirits or objects can also produce the same effect. But the former requires extremely strong strength, while the latter is extremely
precious."
It is difficult to satisfy one of them just by being a slave. Is it really a problem with his special physique? Jiang Sheng frowned. For some reason, he didn't like this boy very much. At first glance, he felt something was weird, but he couldn't tell what it was.
When I asked Gu Chi, he didn't feel this way.
He found the slave boy quite pleasing to his eye.
If it weren't for that special hair color and Jiang Sheng's attention, he wouldn't have paid any extra attention to the slave boy.
Gu Chi made a suggestion: "Keep it or--"
The hand in his sleeve made a killing gesture.
"...That's all, let's keep it." Killing innocent people indiscriminately will make the lord displeased, but he kept a careful eye on it.
Rhetoric. If you have any questions——"
Sooner or later the fox's tail will show up.
It's also a good time to put a long line to catch big fish.
Maybe there will be unexpected gains.
Gu Chi thought for a while and said: "That's okay. Let Lingde help keep an eye on her. She seems a little impatient recently. It might be possible to send someone there to relieve her. The little lady is young and is frightened by her unscrupulous teacher.
Staring at people’s heads all day long.”
Jiang Sheng: "...Isn't this not good?"
Because Lin Feng always arrests young men of similar age and cuts off their heads with his own hands, this has led to a very outrageous gossip that has been widely circulated in the military recently——
Every once in a while, Master Lin would use the head of a young man in his prime as a sacrifice, and every late night, he would absorb the nourishing yang energy from it. This made the female soldiers also keen on killing people, and the male soldiers of about the same age took a detour, fearing that they would
He was also sacrificed by Lin Feng.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Jiang Sheng was speechless and choked in his heart.
It took a scolding to stop the rumors.
But if things continue like this——
Rumors 2.0 or 3.0 are on their way.
But Jiang Sheng also knew that Ling De would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. If she didn't kill the target with her own hands, in the long run, she might be mentally disturbed, which would be of no use to her future practice. In her current state, the slave boy
Can't escape the palm of my hand.
If there is really something unusual, Jiang Sheng doesn't need to take action.
Lin Feng's craftsmanship is better than his.
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As the salt seller said, Shiwu refugees belong to the category of "if you have milk, you are your mother, and if you have money, you are your father"
