The feminine man gently shook the feather fan, and Qi Baoer's 'eyesight' followed the movements of the feather fan, and his heart became silent again and again.
Not to mention that the climate here is pleasant all year round, so there is no need to fan at this time.
Lingnan is like spring all year round. The climate in Mucheng, the closest place to Lingnan, is not very different. It starts to get hot in June, and the hot weather lasts from mid-June to mid-July. Then the temperature will slowly drop again.
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It's only the beginning of March. If there is a thermometer, it will most likely read 20 to 22 degrees. Why don't you fan yourself?
Let’s talk about the feather fan itself. When it comes to the feather fan, in her impression, the feather fan is a symbol of a great man. It is: ready for death, predicts things like a god, resourceful, dedicated to death, strategizing, and capturing seven times.
Vertical, straw boat borrows arrows, fledgling, etc.
Anyway, in Qi Bao'er's eyes, he was a god-like figure.
When I see the feather fan, I will think of his old man.
And now, the guy below, who is neither yin nor yang, actually dares to use a 13-inch feather fan there to fan him. No matter how he looks at it, he doesn't feel good about it.
If she wants to make Qi Bao'er unhappy, she will only make the other party even more unhappy.
His eyes gradually turned cold.
The feminine man suddenly felt a chill running down his spine. For some reason, he could no longer fan the feather fan in his hand, and felt a little prickly in his hands.
That short, fat so-called saint still curses people in circles, but he has become more qualified. The national curses that Qi Baoer knows are probably passed down from him.
It wasn't until the short, fat 'saint' stopped to drink water after being tired of cursing and thirsty that the feminine man slowly said, "Sage, please calm down. I'm afraid it's not that the Ghost King has deceived the saint, but something might have happened over there at Guitou Mountain."
After venting his anger, the 'saint' had calmed down a lot. Out of his trust in the military advisor, he put down his cup and calmly asked, "Why do you see this?"
The feminine man put down the feather fan that he felt something was wrong about, "When we first cooperated with Lord Ghost King, the price was fifty children a month. However, in the past six months, there have been very few children among the victims, and they can't even make up this number. Lord Ghost King has already thought about it."
It’s dissatisfaction.”
Speaking of this, a scornful light flashed in the feminine man's eyes: He is a ghost, and he does things based on his willingness. This damn fat man actually thought that the other party promised to help as long as he gave fifty children a month.
Did the Ghost King sell his whole body to him for his cooperation?
How ridiculous.
As expected, mud cannot support the wall.
"How could he do this? He just helped me a few times."
Facing the inconceivability of the 'saint', the feminine man had a helpless mask on his face when he raised his head, "Saint, he is a ghost and he just doesn't keep his promise. What can we do to him?"
It's really impossible. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't be able to get so many benefits without fear from the imperial court's rescue team of silver and grain.
It is said that one should stop after succeeding once or twice, and the military advisor had already advised him to stop, but he saw that another batch of larger quantities than the previous two were sent, and what happened to the 'saints' who had already succeeded twice easily?
Can you bear it?!
Even now, the 'saint' is not afraid in his heart. He has become swollen and feels that even without the help of the Ghost King, he does not think that the nearly 100,000 followers he sent will fail. The reason why he has not returned yet is probably because of the escort.
The soldiers who provided relief supplies handed over the supplies, thus delaying time.
As for the fact that almost all of his men are ordinary people who cannot defeat well-trained soldiers one on one, they can be crushed in numbers. Even if two people are exchanged for one person and three people are exchanged for one, he will not
Feeling distressed.
During a time when disasters are everywhere, human life is the most valuable thing. If it is gone, it can be replaced again.
"Wait another two days. If there is still no news, send someone out to inquire."
The feminine man took back the feather fan on the table and stood up. He respectfully said "yes" and then walked backwards all the way back.
After leaving the door, he very considerately ordered the guards at the door, "Go and ask Meili Wang and Meimei Li to serve the 'saint'."
The guard didn't say anything. He couldn't help but naturally said "yes" and left.
Looking at this scene, Qi Bao'er said: "..."
Damn, who is the real ‘saint’?
Ignoring the 'saint' in the room, Qi Baoer stared at the feminine man seriously.
After ordering the guards, he entered the room next door where the 'Saint' lived. Unlike the 'Saint''s house where the furnishings were not elegant but only expensive, the interior of this man's house was very simple, so simple that except for a bed in the corner,
In addition, there are only tables and chairs and two cages of pigeons in the corner.
After the feminine man entered the room and closed the door, he quickly ran to the table instead of calmly. He picked up a pen and wrote a small note and blew it. He rolled up the note and hurried to the pigeon cage, then grabbed a pigeon and put it in the pigeon cage.
The paper was tied to the pigeon's feet and the pigeon was hidden in the wide sleeves.
After adjusting his clothes and going out, he regained his composure and slowly walked up the stairs. His face no longer showed the urgency he had when he was in the house when he faced the people coming and going.
The feminine man strolled around for a while, as if inspecting or taking a walk, and then returned to the house. Except for the 'plug-in' Qi Bao'er, no one noticed that after he passed a certain corner, the one in his sleeve
The pigeon has disappeared.
Qi Bao'er would be embarrassed if he didn't accept the clues that came to his door.
He took out his whistle and summoned a beautiful-coated Haidongqing. He hugged Haidongqing and jumped to the front of the direction where the pigeon was flying. He pointed at the pigeon that was flying forward and said, "Follow it. You will be on your way."
Recruit a few friends and wait for the pigeon to contact the person. If there is only one person, you continue to follow. If there are many people, you spread out and follow."
"Dilili~~"
——Just follow?
"Just follow."
Hai Dongqing nodded humanely, "Dilili."
——No problem, leave it to Ben Qing.
At this time, the pigeon had already flown over the head of the person and Yiqing. Haidongqing did not murmur anymore and spread its wings. However, it did not fly too fast, but it flew higher than the pigeon, and it must not be too far or close to the pigeon.
Follow.
Seeing that things were done here, Qi Bao'er ducked back to the place where he had just hidden.
Not long after she arrived, there were small hissing sounds in the forest. As soon as she heard the sound, she knew that it was the friction between some animals and the grass as they crawled forward in the forest like hunting.
His eyes suddenly lit up, it was the wolves coming.
Sure enough, a few breaths later, under the tree where Qi Bao'er was hiding, the top of Yin Zai's head emerged from the dense grass.
In Qi Bao'er's mind, Yin Zai's childlike voice came: "Master, the wolves are already in place."
Yes, Qi Baoer made a contract with both Yinzai and the Black Tiger King. The Black Tiger King now also has its own name, called Black Pearl.
Qi Baoer also thought about it in his mind: "Where are my father and the others?"
"Twelve has already gone to notify us. The general will already be forming his team when we set off."
"Let the wolves wait a little longer until we all get together and take action."
