"The ghost will only be honest when it reaches the underworld, because it is useless to be dishonest. Everything you have done in your life will be recorded on the paper between life and death.
If you don't go on, especially someone like this who has become a ghost general and has karma, do you think he really cares about his family?"
Da Liang: "......???Wait, sister, he has been lying to us?"
Looking at Na Piao crying so miserably, could he say that he really believed it at that time?
"It doesn't count, it's half truth and half false." Otherwise it won't be able to deceive people.
Seeing that the eldest brother still had a question mark hanging over his head, Qi Baoer got up and dragged his eldest brother forward again after eating four large steamed buns to comfort him.
As he walked, he said: "Speaking of which, we are all scheming against each other.
I was too lazy to go in and catch the Piaos one by one, so I started a fight with Lu Wenhao at the entrance of the camp and attracted all the Piaos from the camp.
As for him, as a ghost general, he cannot let a baby like me lose face in front of a group of fierce ghosts.
Yin Hun is irritable and will be violent when challenged. Yin Hun is also the most pragmatic. If you are strong, they can endure anything. A gentleman is not too late to take revenge in ten years. They, haha.
Lure them all out, beat the strongest one in front of a group of them, and the rest will be honest. They won't even dare to run away if you let them."
This was also her experience in her previous life. Piao people feared and hated Heavenly Masters and Mystic Masters the most.
When the two of them are stronger than Piao, Piao is usually very honest, because these two types of people have more or less special means at their disposal, such as tracking Piao. Unless the other party deliberately lets it go, they will basically be able to escape for a while and be caught.
It only takes a few minutes, but it is possible to annoy these two types of people by running away.
If he is weaker than Piao, forget it, he won't even give Cheng Piao a chance.
As for whether it was the same here, or that sentence, she still had to explore further.
Da Lin hugged his sister Ren with both hands and dragged her away, "I understand, Lu Wenhao can't beat you, so he showed weakness and was just pretending afterwards.
But,,,sister, I still don’t understand, why didn’t they hurt the soldiers in the camp?”
Qi Bao'er: "I don't understand either. Maybe the soldiers have strong yang energy, so we can't hurt them."
Dali: "..."
Sister, do you think I believe it?
"Brother, is this important? Anyway, Lu Wenhao was taken away by Uncle Fan. As for the others, we are just passing by."
Daliang even said: "..."
Sister, don’t you think you are conflicted?
Do you still remember what you did on the snowy mountain and what you said to me?
"Sister, what's in that cave?"
Qi Bao'er didn't make a sound. Not only did he not make a sound, he even sped up and was obviously unwilling to continue chatting. He returned to Camp No. 9 in less than a quarter of an hour.
Qingzi had been waiting at the entrance of the camp. He looked at them and immediately came over to greet them, "Miss Bao, you are finally back."
He was so cold that he almost turned into a popsicle.
The military camp is not a place where you can come and go casually. There are hidden sentries all around. Even after being informed, he is still uneasy, fearing that something will go wrong.
Qi Bao'er had already put down Da Lang all the way away. The baby is not too young anymore. To save face, it doesn't sound like being carried by his sister to appear in front of everyone.
The brother and sister approached one after another, and Qi Baoer asked: "General Wu said, you can take the silver here."
Ouch, it was so direct that Qingzi almost gave up.
Fortunately, my brain is pretty good and my reaction is fast enough. I was only slightly startled for a moment before nodding with a smile, "Yes, the general has an explanation before he leaves. Miss Bao will just give you the number."
Qi Baoer pointed to the brother behind him, "My brother and you will go get it. He knows how to count. I'm tired, so I'm going to rest."
"Hey, hot water and food will be delivered to you right away."
Get on the road.
Satisfied, Qi Bao'er left with her little claws on her back.
I opened the tent door and raised my feet to get in. As soon as I looked up and saw the inside, my steps stopped in mid-air. I lowered the tent door, put my feet back, turned around, and finished in one go.
Old Man Qi's shout came from inside: "Come back and if you dare to leave, I will break your legs."
Qi Baoer: "..."
Turn around, lower your head, open the tent door, look directly at the ground, and step in step by step.
"Father, father."
Old Qi was sitting, and She Kang'an was standing next to Old Qi. The expressions on the faces of the father and son were exactly the same. They were both angry at the beginning, constipated now, and unspeakably helpless.
Old man Qi coughed twice, glared fiercely at his granddaughter's forehead and asked, "Where are you going?"
"save the world."
"speak English."
"Oh, the big camp closest to Yanfeng Pass has been occupied by a large group of Piao. At such a critical time, there is not a single soldier awake at night. I will go over and drive the Piao down."
Old man Qi and Qi Kang'an looked at each other, and their expressions gradually became serious.
Unlike Da Ling, they are not knowledgeable and think deeply, and they only see things superficially. The few words of granddaughter/daughter made them all think of the word conspiracy.
Qi Kang'an asked: "Did King Xuan do it?"
Before Qi Bao'er could answer, Old Qi gave the eldest son a kick first, "Go and ask Fuzi and Fuzi to get hot water, and then go to the kitchen to get some food. You must be hungry."
How could a blind man have such a stupid son?
Qi Kang'an: "..."
No, Dad, this time you said with absolute certainty that you wanted to teach Bao'er a lesson.
What should I do? One is my biological father and the other is my ‘father’. Can I still refuse to listen?
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They borrowed the kitchen in the camp to make dry food overnight. They rested during the day and were not sleepy at night. Borrowing the kitchen at night would not prevent the soldiers from eating normally tomorrow.
As for the firewood used, there were many men in the village, so I chopped it several times and returned it to them.
At this moment, not only the women from Lao Qi's family were busy in the kitchen, but also many women from the village were helping in the kitchen.
Lao Qi's family doesn't let anyone help for free. They clearly distinguish between duties and favors. Those who want money will be paid, and those who don't want money will be given food.
All the villagers were short of food and no one had money, so each family sent a woman or a girl to help.
When Mrs. Tian saw Qi Kang'an coming in, she hurriedly ran over with her hands still sticky with flour and asked, "Is Bao'er back?"
"I'm back, Mom, it's fine. Dad asked me to boil some hot water for Bao'er to wash and warm him up first, and then get him some food."
"The water has been boiling there, just take it away. A lot of steamed buns were cooked. Don't worry, my mother is not greedy for anything in the camp. She is using food and meat in exchange for them. She said she hunted a few wild boars on the mountain.
Freezing in the snow, my mother exchanged fifty kilograms of rice for thirty kilograms of meat."
The difference was huge. Not only did the soldiers here not harm them or take advantage of them, they also allowed them to take advantage. She said that in exchange for the meat, they didn't want to give it to them for free. Later, a group of old women in the village gave it to the cooks.
He stopped him from getting closer and poured the rice into the rice bucket by herself.
You can't take this out for me anymore, can you?
"Sure, Mom, I see Bao'er is very tired, please get more."
"I know what I'm doing. I'll get the big bone soup in a bucket later. I'll put more big bones in it, so you and your dad can eat some too."
"Why."
Da Lang sneezed loudly just after returning to the tent.
