The magic stick felt so miserable. His throat was on fire when he talked, he couldn't drink water, and he didn't know how many of them he made up at random. But he couldn't stop. Once he stopped, it would be time to start a war. How could he memorize any sacred scriptures?
Now I have almost run out of things I can make up in my mind. If Guo Jing doesn’t come again, it will only depend on God’s will.
Finally, the magic stick couldn't continue knitting, stopped, and said awkwardly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qian, for keeping you waiting. What about that? You see, a few of your men will die in a while, or I will start from the beginning again."
Your subordinates also give their blessings."
Qian Gui didn't get angry. If it weren't for the fact that the Divine Envoy was still useful to him, he would have ordered him to be shot to death with one arrow. He wanted to start over again, thinking of something good, "Master Divine Envoy, wait until I take the imperial city."
, when I have your blessing, I can’t help but come and attack the city.”
"Sir, it's not good, a large group of soldiers and horses are rushing into the palace."
When the magic stick heard this shout, he was so excited that he almost fell off the wall.