Chapter four hundred and ninety sixth uncle's feeling
Long Wuwei: We originally planned to go through the motions, but we didn’t expect that we would end up being a soy sauce.
An army of 20,000 Longwuwei stood solemnly on the open ground outside the capital of the Kingdom of Jin.
The array is neat and orderly.
Of course, except for the weird look on his face, everything is so harmonious.
Looking at the quiet and peaceful capital of the Jin Kingdom, as well as the small groups of pedestrians and passing merchants outside the city, Long Wuwei's 20,000 soldiers began to fall into a philosophical question.
Who are we? Where are we? What are we going to do? So silent that you can hear a pin drop.
Of course, the individual chirping of birds flying overhead can actually be ignored.
Zhang Kuang, who was stroking his beard, pulled off one beard after another that he usually cherished, and his face turned colorful black.
Even if a Sichuan Opera master comes and sees this rapid change of face, he still screams with sincerity. My master is amazing.
"Key Yan, this is the capital of the Kingdom of Jin? Are you sure?"
Zhang Kuang, who had been silent for a long time, had to break the atmosphere of the scene, which was really embarrassing.
Keyan, the leader of Mo Dao, had a very strange look on his face as he held up a map and looked up, down, left, and again to see that it was indeed the capital of the Kingdom of Jin.
"General, I can confirm that this is indeed the capital of the Kingdom of Jin, and we are here to support you."
After getting a definite answer, I was mad and confused.
Looking back at the 20,000 troops of Long Wuwei who were neatly arrayed, what is this? They are going abroad to play?
"Then what, where are the 400,000 rebels? Write a letter of war and return home."
Song Qing stretched out when he heard this: "Oh, I finally remembered the business. I thought you were a little too happy to miss Shu."
"roll."
"Okay."
Lu Wuming stood up and walked out in confusion. What exactly did he want to do when he came to see Mr. Liu? Why did he forget it?
Liu Mingzhi and Liu Mingzhi rode horses leisurely towards the palace. They didn't realize that Zhang Kuanghao was not far behind them, so they could look at the two people who were very comfortable.
"Third brother, have you ever felt a light on your back?"
Song Qing twisted his body on the horse, why did he feel a little uncomfortable?
"It's not that man who misses you, right?"
"Farting is really exciting.
"Then what do you feel?"
Song Qing raised his head and thought for a while: "It's like being forced to practice martial arts by your uncle when you were a child, and caressing you with a riding crop. Not to mention it's getting more and more similar, but you still feel a little itchy on your skin."
Liu Mingzhi looked at Song Qing in horror: "Brother, stop making trouble, you look so coquettish."