After a pause, Su Zhiyu continued: "Their horse bandits rely on unity to run rampant. Yin Qianzhao wants to command more than a hundred murderous demons, so he naturally needs strong mental power to control them. So, I bet he won't do anything to us.
In this way, I want to treat you as a distinguished guest." Then he smiled at Pei Donglang again, "But your sword skills were so good just now, I thought you would kill the old man."
"I just cut it wrong." Pei Donglang responded coldly with a downcast face. He tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it to Su Zhiyu. She took it with a grimace.
At night, the devils were all tired after the carnival and were lying around. Yin Qianzhao bent over and sat on the Taishi chair, bending one leg and placing it on the ground. Although his eyes were closed, the knife was tightly held in his hand. He seemed to be sleeping.
The lion may rise up at any time.
Su Zhiyu avoided the horse bandits who were lying around on the ground and leaned closer to Pei Donglang. As the third prince of Daye Kingdom, Pei Donglang had known since he was a child that others should not be allowed to snore on the side of the bed. Therefore, no one had ever dared to get so close to him.
.Unexpectedly, this woman would go even further and almost have her arms and legs hanging on her body. Pei Donglang took a deep breath and warned himself to endure it!
After spending a few days with this gang of horse bandits, Su Zhiyu finally felt relieved. Although they did not blink an eye at killing people during robberies, they were very kind to their own people. Everyone was as close as brothers. The horse bandits had had enough rest.
, then he rode back to the stronghold.
It originally only took two days to travel back to the village. But halfway through the next day, it started to rain heavily. They were walking through a mountain forest with no shelter except an abandoned temple. The horse bandits hid in it for safety.
rain.
Su Zhiyu's clothes had been torn and torn from the rush in the past few days. She looked at the chiffon shirt on her body with distress, which cost her a month's salary to buy. Look at Pei Donglang again, his clothes
It was also in a lot of tatters. But the tattered clothes on him looked like a male model on the catwalk, and they did not affect his temperament at all. As expected, people are more irritating than others.
While he was distressed, a gray bundle suddenly fell from above. Su Zhiyu was startled and looked back. He saw Yin Qianzhao lying sideways on the haystack, looking at her.
Su Zhiyu shook it open and took a look, but it was an ordinary woman's sarong. She couldn't help but be a little surprised. Yin Qianzhao patted a stunned man in his early twenties next to him and said: "This kid got it casually. I don't know if it will fit my younger siblings."
."
At this time, he didn't care about it anymore. Su Zhiyu thanked him and went to the back of the ruined temple to change clothes. The clothes were one size too big and a little baggy. Although they were clean, the fabric felt very scratchy and not very comfortable.
She finally pulled her clothes into a comfortable position and sat on the edge of the door combing her hair, watching the rain dripping in front of her eyes. It was both real and imaginary.
Suddenly, whispers came to my ears.
"...Go and inform...Master...here..."
"Yes." The voice went farther and farther away.
Su Zhiyu frowned, braided his hair casually, and stood up. When he returned to the front hall, he bumped into someone. Su Zhiyu rubbed his forehead in pain, looked at the visitor and said in surprise: "Master Qian."
"Hey, it's Miss Su. I'm sorry." Military Master Qian was the accountant that day. He passed the scholar examination but failed.
After a pause, Su Zhiyu continued: "Their horse bandits rely on unity to run rampant. Yin Qianzhao wants to command more than a hundred murderous demons, so he naturally needs strong mental power to control them. So, I bet he won't do anything to us.
In this way, I want to treat you as a distinguished guest." Then he smiled at Pei Donglang again, "But your sword skills were so good just now, I thought you would kill the old man."
"I just cut it wrong." Pei Donglang responded coldly with a downcast face. He tore off a piece of chicken leg and handed it to Su Zhiyu. She took it with a grimace.
At night, the devils were all tired after the carnival and were lying around. Yin Qianzhao bent over and sat on the Taishi chair, bending one leg and placing it on the ground. Although his eyes were closed, the knife was tightly held in his hand. He seemed to be sleeping.
The lion may rise up at any time.
Su Zhiyu avoided the horse bandits who were lying around on the ground and leaned closer to Pei Donglang. As the third prince of Daye Kingdom, Pei Donglang had known since he was a child that others should not be allowed to snore on the side of the bed. Therefore, no one had ever dared to get so close to him.
.Unexpectedly, this woman would go even further and almost have her arms and legs hanging on her body. Pei Donglang took a deep breath and warned himself to endure it!
After spending a few days with this gang of horse bandits, Su Zhiyu finally felt relieved. Although they did not blink an eye at killing people during robberies, they were very kind to their own people. Everyone was as close as brothers. The horse bandits had had enough rest.
, then he rode back to the stronghold.
It originally only took two days to travel back to the village. But halfway through the next day, it started to rain heavily. They were walking through a mountain forest with no shelter except an abandoned temple. The horse bandits hid in it for safety.
rain.
Su Zhiyu's clothes had been torn and torn from the rush in the past few days. She looked at the chiffon shirt on her body with distress, which cost her a month's salary to buy. Look at Pei Donglang again, his clothes
It was also in a lot of tatters. But the tattered clothes on him looked like a male model on the catwalk, and they did not affect his temperament at all. As expected, people are more irritating than others.
While he was distressed, a gray bundle suddenly fell from above. Su Zhiyu was startled and looked back. He saw Yin Qianzhao lying sideways on the haystack, looking at her.
Su Zhiyu shook it open and took a look, but it was an ordinary woman's sarong. She couldn't help but be a little surprised. Yin Qianzhao patted a stunned man in his early twenties next to him and said: "This kid got it casually. I don't know if it will fit my younger siblings."
."
At this time, he didn't care about it anymore. Su Zhiyu thanked him and went to the back of the ruined temple to change clothes. The clothes were one size too big and a little baggy. Although they were clean, the fabric felt very scratchy and not very comfortable.
She finally pulled her clothes into a comfortable position and sat on the edge of the door combing her hair, watching the rain dripping in front of her eyes. It was both real and imaginary.
Suddenly, whispers came to my ears.
"...Go and inform...Master...here..."
"Yes." The voice went farther and farther away.
Su Zhiyu frowned, braided his hair casually, and stood up. When he returned to the front hall, he bumped into someone. Su Zhiyu rubbed his forehead in pain, looked at the visitor and said in surprise: "Master Qian."
"Hey, it's Miss Su. I'm sorry." Military Master Qian was the accountant that day. He passed the scholar examination but failed.