"No, mother, you are wrong. Xiao Ting is a very shrewd man and will never let us go. Even if we escape, you will be caught. Using you to threaten me and others does not mean that we
Didn't you escape?" Ting Qingyu shook his head lightly. Although he didn't have much contact with Xiao Ting, he could control Xiao Wen. How could the leader of Emperor Buddhism be a mediocre person?
When Concubine Rou heard this, she looked even more worried.
"Hey, Yin Shen, aren't you a god? One hundred thousand soldiers is just a small number to you, right? With just one breath, you can blow them to the west!" Nalan Ling suddenly remembered something and said carelessly.
He patted Yin Shen on the shoulder.
A cold light flashed in Yin Shen's eyes, "How can you touch a woman? Men and women cannot be intimate! When did I ever say that I am a god?"
Yin Shen's cold tone made everyone feel that this person would not be able to help them.[
"Then will you help?" Nalan Ling asked, puffing up her cheeks.
"This is God's will, I have no right to change it!"
Sure enough, the cold answers and classic lines made everyone's faces darken, and they really wanted to rush up and beat up the Silver God.
Everyone has heard about Yin Shen's special abilities, but since they haven't actually seen it, they don't believe it.
"One hundred thousand soldiers... for us, it is indeed an overwhelming number..." Ye Qitian nodded lightly, but turned around and told Che Yue, "Che'er, after lunch, we will immediately prepare the human skins
Take out the mask, and then Master will secretly give it to you, and then put it on after you are separated, so that no one will recognize who you are!"
Ye Qitian's words immediately made everyone happy. You must know that if you wear a human skin mask and try not to speak, people will usually not recognize you.
Ye Qitian, Ting Qingyu, and Che Yue had previously thought that there would be spies among these dozen disciples, so Ye Qitian's move was in line with Ting Qingyu's wishes.
"Very well, Master, thank you, but I'll have to take care of you, mother!" Cheyue said with a smile and cupped her hands towards Ye Qitian.
"You brat, why are you so polite! Rou'er is my wife, how can I use you to say that!" Ye Qitian suddenly laughed and patted Che Yue on the shoulder.