"That's right! Did you guess it? There are so many of us, and one of us can scold you until you collapse. I still don't believe it——
Meng Tianfang, it’s your turn to show off your skills and vent your anger by scolding him..."
"I……?"
Meng Tianfang was dumbfounded, raised his finger and opened his mouth, appearing speechless.
After that, Meng Tianfang still compromised on Liu Shiba, and in desperation, he dragged Ma Shu backwards and slowly walked to the pair of humanoid species with golden eyes, three meters away.
Looking at the human-shaped wooden stake that seemed to be still glaring, Mengtian was relieved and couldn't hit a spot. He was worried. He couldn't learn the various ways of swearing like Liu Shiba in another hundred years.
…
"Ahem..."
Finally, Meng Tianfang straightened his chest and belly, cleared his throat, shouted loudly in a vigorous and powerful Lao Qin tune, and began to curse:
"Thieves your mother, makes you stupid! Look at the way you hold the ball, do you look like a cow egg?"
What else are you trying to do? You are still staring at the eggs..."
"hey-hey……"
"boom……"
Meng Tianfang, who was mentally ill, laughed sinisterly and stepped forward to throw away his horse. He drew out the saber from his waist and raised it, ready to take advantage of the gap between Liu Shiba and the others, who were dumbfounded and not paying attention, to step forward and give the glaring evil pen a blow.
A straight slash.
After chopping it into pieces, how can Liu Shiba reshape it?
But before Meng Tianfang could land his sword, he heard a hoarse noise that was inhuman and like metal noise. Meng Tianfang, who was posing with his saber raised, was stunned to the spot.
"Afang Palace, a forbidden area in the Great Qin Dynasty, anyone who enters without permission will die! If you dare to take a step forward, I will tear you alive and eat you..."
The source of the eerie sound is indeed this humanoid object? It seems to be Qin Opera?
Meng Tianfang's figure froze, but his face was full of surprise, and he asked quickly:
"You haven't replied yet, who are you?"
"I! I see that you are also from Qin when you speak. I am the supervisor of the Northern Army of the Qin Dynasty, and so is Master Fusu!"
The human-shaped object who spoke the Qin dialect was indeed on the right track, and responded calmly and casually, faintly full of coercion.
But as soon as he said it, everyone in the hall was shocked!
Liu Shiba stumbled over and stuck his head out from Meng Tianfang’s armpit and said dully:
"The eldest son of Qin Shihuang, Fusu?"
"Master Fusu? You? Are you actually Fusu? How is this possible? You don't deserve to live..."
Meng Tianfang was mumbling indiscriminately, almost speechless...
Liu Shiba was even more shocked as he pointed at the legendary figure who called himself Fusu and had golden eyes, representing tragedy.
"Well? Who are you, and how do you know my master's name?"
This guy's deep voice was full of vicissitudes of life, as if he was talking with a mouth full of mud.
Fusu? It’s actually Fusu?
Liu Shiba clearly remembered that he had studied the history of Qin specifically for a while——
How could Fusu, the eldest son of the Qin Dynasty who had a lot of troops, commit suicide because he saw a forged imperial edict of Qin Shihuang? How could he not know?
How could a representative of the tragic fool who had become famous all over the world thousands of years ago be like his gang of villains in this barren and harsh Warring States period?
Meng Tianfang came to his senses at this moment, slowly put down the saber in his hand, stared at the person who called himself Fusu, but could not see his face clearly, and responded coldly:
"I am the commander of the guards in front of the Great Qin Palace, General Meng Tianfang."
"Oh? It turns out he's a boy from the Mengtian family. He's already so tall, just like your father."
The words of the humanoid monster completely confused Meng Tianfang...
