"No wonder his name is Mo Crow!" Han Xin said, and saw a young man wearing black feathers walking out of the black air. This man's face was extremely handsome, and a strange pattern at the corner of his eye added to his evil aura.
It's just that this person exudes an ice-like aura all over his body, giving people a feeling that strangers should not approach him.
Mo Ya took out a wine bottle from his back, took a long sip, and smacked his lips, "Today is a day of rest. Master, you won't want Mo Ya to perform another mission, right?"
After Ying Zheng went to Korea as a mission, the night fell in the blood, and most of the birds were injured by Wei Zhuang. Ji Wuye became furious, his temper became more violent, and his behavior became more difficult to understand.
The conflict between Bai Feng and Ji Wuye gradually became apparent. Finally, during a mission, Bai Feng couldn't bear it and betrayed Ye Mu instead of killing the target.
After that, there was an endless pursuit at night. Suddenly, Mo Ya seemed to have returned to that night again. When he and Bai Feng were desperate, a giant sword fell from the sky.
Later, the Qin State attacked Qin, Ji Wuye died at the hands of Wei Zhuang, and the night also died. On the condition of Bai Feng's freedom, Mo Ya came to work under Jing Zhou.
"Young Master, I always keep my word. Since it's my day off, why would I ask you to perform a mission?" He, Young Master Jing, is not Zhao Gao, and he is extremely harsh on his subordinates.
The killer in Luowang only has the word "mission" from beginning to end. He doesn't even have maternity leave. He is more than just a word of misery!
Jingzhou pulled Han Xin to Mo Ya and said with a smile: "From now on, he will be left to you."
"Uh", Han Xin was stunned for a moment and wanted to refuse. The man in black feathered clothes in front of him gave him a too evil feeling, but Mo Crow had already agreed, "Tomorrow, at three o'clock, we will still be here."
After glancing at Han Xin, Mo Ya turned into a crow again and disappeared from Han Xin's sight.
"Uh", it took a long time before Han Xin uttered a sentence: "Can I still refuse?"
Jingzhou smiled and said, "What do you think?"
"It doesn't seem possible. Can I get half a month's salary in advance?"
"What do you think?"
"..."
Han Xin left with a trace of melancholy, a trace of unwillingness, and a trace of loss.
In a corner of the room, Jingzhou and Moya sat side by side, their eyes falling on Han Xin's desolate back.
"Master, what do you mean by this? What Bainiao wants is an assassin with a shrewd mind and strong martial arts skills, not someone like him who just waits for death." Mo Ya shook his head, sighed, and continued: " With his muddy appearance, he probably wouldn't survive more than three days in Bai Niao."
Jingzhou said: "Although this kid is a pile of mud, his martial arts is not outstanding, and his reaction is half a beat slower than others, but his life-saving skills are better than 99% of people in the world. It is not easy to want him to die." . But I’m curious, when did you have a mission on your day off?”
Mo Ya withdrew his gaze from Han Xin and suddenly fell on the two graceful figures on the street. As if he didn't hear Jing Zhou's words, he just nodded and said: "Well, that's right, that's right. Young Master, you are right. This Woman, look at her slender waist and slow steps, her light gauze and bright wrists, but with this appearance, you must not jump to conclusions. Whether she is beautiful or ugly, you need to get closer to confirm."
"Those two girls, I give it an eight... No, I give it a seven. I just don't know whether to marry or not. Otherwise, it would be more than enough to be betrothed to that boy Bai Feng..."
"I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup Bai Feng was fed by that man named Huaying in Chu State. He actually planned to hang himself on a tree and gave up this large field of spring flowers." Mo Ya sighed repeatedly, "That boy Bai Feng is really stupid. ! No matter how beautiful the epiphyllum in the courtyard is, how can it compare to the colorful flowers outside the courtyard? I think these two girls are very good and easy to support! "
Jing Zhou followed Mo Ya's gaze and saw two figures, one green and one white, with long hair like a waterfall rising in the wind, slender waist twisting slowly, looking like a bird.
Jingzhou shook his head, "It's just that there are as many beautiful girls in the world as crucian carp crossing the river. If you can take care of one, how can you take care of thousands of them? Wouldn't it be exhausting to care for them one by one? Sometimes in the courtyard Raising one flower may not be any worse than thousands of flowers outside the courtyard.”
Mo Ya was stunned while holding the wine flask, and murmured: "Sir, it seems that there are many beauties around you. It seems that you love every girl in Zilanxuan."
Jingzhou smiled bitterly, not intending to discuss the beauties that were springing up like mushrooms with Mo Ya anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "If you think it's good, sir, how about I act as a matchmaker for you?"
Mo Ya became interested and moved a certain distance towards Jingzhou, saying mysteriously: "Young master, do you mean these two girls deserve to be equaled?"
"Barely five points."
"Why? Don't these two people match the young master's idea of beauty? Their temperament is even more impeccable!"
"If this broad daylight is bright and clear, if it is only seven or eight minutes, how can a group of people pass by in a hurry and turn a blind eye?"
"Oh~ Young Master, I am so impressed, but Mo Crow is not as good as me!"
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When something becomes a major event in the world, it is difficult for everyone in the world to stay away from it, whether they are princes, nobles or traffickers. After Qin included South Korea into its territory, it did not keep the other four countries waiting for long, and once again showed its fangs and sent troops to Hanguguan to go north to capture Zhao. Even with generals such as Lian Po and Li Mu, Zhao still did not escape the fate of becoming Qin's territory.
After Han and Zhao, Wei followed the footsteps of the two countries. There is death but no life, and the invincible Wei soldiers have also turned into a legend.
Between Qin and Wei, a once spacious and prosperous official road was ravaged by wars, and there was no trace of fireworks nearby.
The bare land was desolate, with only a few half-standing houses and a few broken beams that had been burnt black.
Under the sand on both sides of the road, there were several stinking corpses lying across the road. Their messy hair was mixed with the red sand, which was extremely desolate.
The skin of the corpse was rotten, the arms were long gone, the belly was being cut open by several wild dogs, and the bloody intestines were pulled out. Several crows stood on the dark broken beams, squawking in a low and creepy voice.
The sound of horse hooves came from far to the west, and within a moment, yellow sand was seen rolling, and a black-armored army emerged from the smoke.
The crows on the tree circled with a roar, and a few wild dogs barked a few times, tore off a piece of carrion from the corpse and rushed to the side.
The black-armored army gradually approached. The front army consisted of more than a hundred people on tall horses, followed by hundreds of infantry. Among the infantry, there were a group of defeated soldiers strung up with ropes. They either lost their armor, leggings, or lips. Like the land that has not seen rain for months, there are holes in the ground, and the eyes are empty, like zombies. From time to time, whips fall on the defeated soldiers, mixed with the sound of wind, and make a "pop" sound.
"There's no oil or water in this damn hard job! These Wei prisoners and prisoners are poorer than beggars!"
Bai Tu cursed, and the adjutant beside him echoed: "What the general said is true. According to my subordinates, it is better to kill these poor ghosts directly. I have to ask the general to travel thousands of miles to escort them to Lishan Mountain."
Bai Tu nodded, "Do you think I don't want to? It's just an order from above. How can you disobey it? Think about it for me, is there any way to make some money? I won't open for more than half a year, um, um..." Bai Tu even said After a few clicks, his eyes rolled around.
Escorting prisoners is not a bad job. If possible, he, Bai Tu, would rather make some money at the city gate.
The deputy general glanced at the corpse with bones leaking out from the roadside, took a step forward on his horse, and said next to Bai Tu's ear: "General, why don't you lead a group of people to take a detour and take a look dozens of miles away?" Maybe we can come across one or two villages.”
Bai Tu's eyes lit up immediately, but not long after, his face darkened again, "These prisoners are going to Lishan to build a tomb. They are being watched closely by the people above to prevent anything from happening. What if you lead the soldiers away and something goes wrong? manage?"
Wei's soldiers were ferocious. They once defeated the Qin army with 50,000 troops and ten times its strength. Even though he was escorting a group of unarmed prisoners, Bai Tu still did not dare to be careless.
"What about the big guy called Dianqing? Tell the brothers to watch out and don't cause any trouble."
Speaking of the word "Dianqing", Bai Tu shook his body involuntarily. He had seen it with his own eyes that day. Dianqing was invulnerable on the battlefield, just like ghosts and gods. A pair of giant swords killed a group of heavy armored cavalry to pieces. The sword passed by and the men and horses were cut into two. One person hit more than ten chariots in a row, and everything he passed was like being crushed by catapult projectiles. If not for the final exhaustion of the ceremony, the Qin army would not have been able to capture him.
The lieutenant general said: "Don't worry, general. My subordinates have specifically told me that my brothers are watching closely. Give him a sip of water and a sip of noodles for three days. Even if he is the reincarnation of a ghost and god, how can he be so powerful if he has no strength! This way! He's so big that he should go build a tomb, one person can stand up to dozens of people!"
Bai Tu cursed: "What the hell, I don't know how this big guy looks. Not only is he powerful, but he is also not afraid of swords and guns!" The face of the unparalleled ghost appeared in front of him again, the same size as Dianqing. Bai Tu couldn't help but shiver. He took off a wine bag from his horse and took a big gulp of wine before suppressing the look of horror on his face.
In the second half of the black-armored army, I saw an unusually burly man with gray hair and a somewhat hunched back, with iron chains wrapped around his body. He followed the team and walked forward in small steps.
Every step he took made a loud noise and raised a cloud of dust.
"Damn it, you monster, dirt is flying into my mouth!"
There was a muffled sound, and a whip fell on Jianqing.
"What a damn bad luck! If it hadn't been for the order from above, I would have starved you to death!" After saying that, the soldier next to Dianqing picked up the whip again and whipped him a few times.
"Huh? What's going on?" The man in front slowed down, and the soldier immediately bumped into Dianqing's back and fell to the ground.
He got up from the ground, first cracked the whip several times toward the ceremony to relieve his anger, and then looked forward, only to find that the army had stopped.
A hundred meters ahead of the army, several figures had already stood up.
