There was silence for a moment. If I couldn't take the wheat away, I didn't know what I would do here.
After a long while, he said: "Brother Zhao, how is the situation of wheat now?"
Zhao Wusheng was still looking at the poem "Man Jiang Hong" he had written. When he heard my question, he said: "Don't worry, you won't die. My brothers all have a sense of what they do."
After hearing this, I didn't know whether I was happy or sad, and asked again: "Can I go see Xiaomai?"
"No." Zhao Wusheng remained as determined as ever.[
"Alas..." I sighed and slumped down on the sofa with a helpless expression on my face.
Zhao Wusheng didn't care about my mood. After the ink on the rice paper dried, he rolled it up and put it in the bookcase behind him.
"Brother Zhao, aren't you afraid that I will tell the truth to the twelve zodiac signs?" I was speechless and kept talking casually.
"Not afraid."
"Why?" I was a little surprised by this.
"Brothers who are old-fashioned are always right."
After listening to Zhao Wusheng's words, I was stunned for a moment, and my nose couldn't help but feel sore.
There is no doubt that Laotu and his brother are both passionate and sincere people!
"Brother Zhao."
"Um?"
"If the Chinese Zodiac keeps gathering people at the school gate, will you keep detaining the wheat?"
“Why should I keep raising wheat?”
"Then..." I really can't figure out what Zhao Wusheng will do next.
"In less than two days." Zhao Wusheng's faint voice sounded.
"Huh?" I widened my eyes.
"In less than two days, wheat will be hung outside the gate of your city's No. 1 Middle School." Zhao Wusheng's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.
In less than two days?! How is it possible?
Unless within two days, all the younger brothers of the Chinese Zodiac will die!
Otherwise, they will never cancel their deployment outside the gate![
But Zhao Wusheng's expression was so calm, with a faint sense of confidence, and he didn't seem to be arrogant.
"Go back, don't worry about wheat anymore." Zhao Wusheng said slowly: "If he decides to be a bait, he must have the consciousness to be a bait. He wants the fish to take the bait, but also doesn't want to be eaten as a delicacy. In this world