Chapter 1143 The tension of life and death is all given to Cheng Saburo
Chapter 1143 The tension of life and death was all distorted by Cheng Sanlang (please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi raised his finger and pointed to the left and right. "What are you hiding from?"
"Brother Chu Bi, if you don't hide, are you going to stand here and be shot?" Fang Jun's answer was relatively simple.
It was so simple that Cheng Chubi was heartbroken, his face turned darker, and he saw Zhao Kun standing not far away holding a shield and not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He quickly hooked his hand in that direction. "Uncle Zhao was stunned, give it to me quickly, damn, these bald guys look like they are coming for me."
Guge was furious, and just as he was about to retort, he was stopped by Azan beside him.
"Don't reply, there is a trap in his words."
"..." Gu Ge thought, Nima, why is Cheng Sanlang so mean?
The association leader had a dark face as he looked at Cheng Sanlang, who was jumping up and down and cursing after experiencing a saturation attack from a rain of arrows.
I feel extremely angry, Nima, where did these tin cans come from?
He actually fell into the trap he arranged in advance.
When I think about the fate of those brothers, I feel even more unhappy.
He took out his ears, which were still ringing, and signaled those warriors who still wanted to let Cheng Sanlang enjoy another wave of arrows to stop shooting for the time being.
Then he shouted at Cheng Chubi, who had another shield in his hand and looked more and more like a tin turtle.
"Cheng Sanlang, the brothers I left in the valley, are they still alive?..."
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi immediately reacted and pointed his finger like a sword, his tongue bursting with thunder.
"As expected, it's you. Did you kill my wild boar?!"
"???" Everyone in the association was stunned. Could it be that the nest of wild boars was raised by a boy like Cheng Sanlang?
No, no, no, something is wrong. It seems that no one cares for wild boar, a beast with such a bad temper, right?
Li Shimin let out a long sigh and lay on the ground with his face sideways, looking dumbfounded.
At this moment, I believe that the mood of the association and the others must be very complicated, meeting such a guy who can never get to the point of his words.
"That man named Ye, is it the wild boar you killed me? Tell me!"
Cheng Chubi had a shield in his hand and a lot of explosive-grade firecrackers in his bag, and he shouted without fear.
"My surname is not Ye, but I am the leader of Ashina Association."
The three zombie gods were furious because of the association rate. Didn't they say that this guy was the most talented person in Chang'an? What nonsense they said.
When Cheng Chubi heard this name, he immediately became happy, raised his voice and shouted back not to be outdone.
"Well done Ye Bu, why do you insist on pooping and tying the knot?
I'm talking about that bald lad that pooped. Let's get down to business. Did you kill my wild boar? Did you guys eat the wild boar?"
Before Cheng Chubi finished speaking, all the brothers around him rolled on the ground holding their bellies.
Li Shimin lay on the ground and bent over with laughter. As a result, he accidentally pulled his gluteus maximus and was so painful that he breathed cold air frequently.
Next to him, Li Ke was also laughing hard and pounding the ground with his hands, and the cute little Li Mingda was also laughing and rubbing his belly.
For a moment, wherever there was any life-and-death tension in the valley, everything was thrown off the rhythm by Cheng Sanlang.
Niu Weituo climbed up with difficulty, and reminded him in a dumbfounded voice while holding his own horse.
"Brother Xian, can you be more serious? We are in danger now..."
Cheng Chubi lowered his voice and whispered without looking back.
"Of course I know, don't you know that the longer it takes, the better it is for us?"
After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and then they realized that this was what Cheng Sanlang had in mind.
Both of them showed admiration and admiration. They were indeed the cunning and scheming Cheng Sanlang. This was the purpose of his talk.
Zhao Kun lost his shield and could only rush back there and report to Li Shimin in a low voice.
Hearing Zhao Kun's words, Li Shimin slapped his mouth, although what Cheng Sanlang did was right.
But Li Shimin still felt that Cheng Sanlang really cared about the whereabouts of the wild boars.
Youshesu turned his nose in anger, raised his hand, pointed at Cheng Sanlang, and opened his mouth. For a moment, he didn't know how to scold this bastard.
This guy's mouth is so mean, and his fucking shit is still tied up. The greatest Turkic surname is actually so humiliated by him.
And how come the wild boar, that damn wild boar, has become the focus of this conversation?
Youshesu took a deep breath and decided to put aside these personal grudges for now. Since this kid is not very smart, he could try to trick him.
"Cheng Sanlang, kill the Emperor of Tang and hand over his head to me, and I will let you live."
"Tell me first, did you kill and eat the wild boar? Then answer my questions and then talk about other things."
Zhuo Gu on the side roared impatiently.
"...we were the ones who killed it. It smells so stinky that no one should eat it."
Cheng Chubi was furious, you are simply provoking the Yingjies of the Tang Dynasty who ate wild boar meat.
"You talkative bald ladle, what do you mean by this? I'm just happy to eat it, what's wrong?"
"Shut up!" The association immediately exploded and glared at Zhuo Gu, who still wanted to fight back.
Nima, can we talk about something serious?
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"Cheng Sanlang, please don't be disrespectful. Give me Tang Emperor's head and I will give you a way out."
Cheng Chubi immediately became happy, and made an obscene gesture towards the bald Turkic barbarian and mocked him.
"Ha, do you think your Grandpa Cheng is a three-year-old baby?"
"Why do these words sound so familiar to me?" Zhao Kun, who had returned to Li Shimin, couldn't help but muttered in a low voice.
Li Shimin looked like he was dying, rubbing his belly that almost cramped from laughing just now, and vomited in a low voice.
"This is the catchphrase of Lu Guogong Cheng Yaojin. It is true that father and son are of the same origin..."
Niu Weituo and others had a tacit understanding and did not get close to Cheng Sanlang. They squatted beside him happily and listened happily to Cheng Sanlang, who usually liked to talk serious nonsense, arguing with the Turks.
The important thing is that no one thought that Cheng Chubi would find a different way to curse people, one after another, but the Turks couldn't refute it.
Even the surnames of the Turkic royal family changed their taste when it came to his mouth, and they were extremely smelly.
Cheng Chubi continued to use his poisonous tongue, his mouth like a machine gun.
"By the way, I have provoked you by recruiting you. Why do you feel like someone has stabbed you in the eye when one or two of you heard the name of your Grandpa Cheng?"
It's okay if I don't mention it, but when I mention it, Guge's eyes immediately turn red.
"If it weren't for you, we would have sneaked into the Zuowei camp and taken the Tang Emperor's head."
"Thief, you are so busy at camp, catching cicada monkeys all day long, and humiliating us again and again..."
When Cheng Chubi heard this, he couldn't help but be a little confused. I'll catch the cicada and trick you.
With your body, how can you still be related to that thing?"