Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

At this time, Zhao Lang also led people into the city.

"My son, Qin Jun from the city defense said, we can only go to the northeast corner of the city."

Wangcai said at this time.

"Why?"

Zhao Lang asked in a puzzled way, they had also been in other counties before.

But there are no such rules.

Wangcai pointed to the refugees who had gathered in the convoy on the way, and returned,

"Qin Jun thought we were slave traders."

"The northeast corner is the place where slaves gather in the market, and only there can we live so many people."

Zhao Lang frowned slightly. He didn't have a good impression of human traffickers, but he didn't say much.

These refugees, after leaving their homeland, as long as the government removes their roster.

If you are caught, you are a slave.

"Then follow their rules."

Zhao Lang returned and waited for Zhuangzi to re-register these people.

Soon the group arrived at the inn that Qin Jun said.

As soon as they entered the inn, the people in the inn looked at them.

After discovering that it was a group of young boys, all of them showed different expressions in their eyes.

The people who live here are all human traffickers.

Zhao Lang and their age are just excellent goods.

Wangcai was so frightened that his legs were a little weak, but Zhao Lang snorted coldly, and then looked around.

Watching these people one-to-one, resolved this invisible pressure.

At this time, two middle-aged people standing on the second floor were looking at Zhao Lang, and one of them said,

"Dage, this group of people looks like a bunch of fat sheep. There are more than a dozen bullock carts bulging. There must be something good."

"And it's mostly a group of babies who haven't grown up."

"Dage, we might as well take them down. We can also offer some gifts when the son rests on them."

Another man with a scar on his face looked at Zhao Lang carefully, shook his head and said,

"This man looks at Wolf Gu, and he is in the wolf den now, but you don't think he is half scared?"

"Those teenagers also act well."

"Now is the critical time for Gongzi Xie and the Lord of Goguryeo to unite. Don't have troubles."

The middle-aged man with eyebrows and squirrel eyes suddenly curled his lips with a little dissatisfaction.

"Dage, you are afraid of your head, so the other brothers took the fat man and went to the south."

"The two of us will stay here to help the son catch the savage."

Scar man said displeasedly,

"It's all for the revival of the great cause, what's the difference."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man with eyebrows and eyes stopped talking, but his eyes never left Zhao Lang and the others.

"Tonight, remember to have people take turns to put on guards."

Zhao Lang looked at the people in the room and talked about going to death.

He nodded suddenly.

After the check-in was completed, Zhao Lang said at this time,

"Take me to see where the refugees live."

Xiaoer Dian said with a smile at this time,

"You can rest assured, your goods will be arranged and there will be no problems."

"If you want to see it, please follow me."

After speaking, he took Zhao Lang to the back of the inn.

Soon, Zhao Lang saw the homes of the refugees.

Several wooden cages that were exactly one person tall and covered with hay.

Zhao Lang saw that there was not much fluctuation in his eyes.

This condition is at least stronger than these people sleeping in the wilderness.

"Add two more bales of hay, and I will add money to you at the checkout tomorrow."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

Hearing this, the shop Xiaoer showed a smile and said,

"The noble man is really kind! The younger one will do it."

After ensuring that these people would not suffer from frostbite, Zhao Lang took them to death, and Erhei and the others went out.

He needs to look at the surrounding environment, and he can deal with what he really wants.

"Patriarch, here is far worse than Xianyang."

Looking at the messy surroundings, he said with a bit of disgust to die.

"That's natural. Xianyang is the capital of Daqin. How can this border town be compared with it."

Zhao Lang smiled and said,"Okay, you have to look at it separately, write down all the information, and go back to the inn before dark."

This is also the closest city to their Zhuangzi, and it is estimated that they will come frequently in the future.

Several people suddenly separated.

Zhao Lang walks on the street at will. It is close to the city square, so it is also lively.

Suddenly, a figure ran into Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang's eyes flashed slightly, and he avoided the other side when he turned sideways.

At the same time make a fist with one hand and touch the waist with the other.

Only if the other party dares to make any changes, he can fight back in time.

When Zhao Lang was ready to fight back, he heard the other party say,

"Oh, son, please stay!"

"I think your Yintang is getting dark, and there will be a disaster of blood and light soon."

Zhao Lang glanced intently, and he turned out to be an old Daoist fortune-telling.

Although Zhao Lang has not personally encountered this kind of trick in his previous life, many scenes of various scenes can be seen.

So smiled,

"Old man, if you want some money, I feel sorry for your old age and helplessness, and it doesn't hurt to give you a meal."

"But if you want to be kidnapped, I won't be merciful."

The old Taoist looked at the fierce light in Zhao Lang's eyes, and his heart was stunned, but when he looked at Zhao Lang's clothes and age, he said with a solemn expression.

"Even though I am poor, I never talk about panic."

"The son doesn't believe me, it's okay, but it's a pity that he's going to suffer in recent days."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's face gradually became cold, and he said coldly.

"Then I will ask the old way to count it. If you are accurate, you can do as much money as the old way."

"If you're not sure, I'll just blame you for being rude."

Zhao Lang has no pity for such a person who pretends to be a ghost.

The veteran said very confidently,

"The son is to test the character, or to look at the picture."

Zhao Lang thought for a moment, and said,

"Look at the picture."

"what?"

Zhao Lang jokingly said,

"Ask the first half of my life."

He was not from Daqin before, so he wanted to see how this old way counts.

Old Tao smiled,

"Please come forward."

Soon after taking a closer look at Zhao Lang, the old Tao said,

"I think the son, Heaven Court, is full. It must be the home of the rich and the noble. It's just that he has encountered hardships in his childhood, and he has encountered difficulties recently."

"I don't know if the old way is right?"

Hearing this kind of cliché, Zhao Lang disapproved, his clothes were luxurious and he was young.

Everyone can see that he was born rich and rich.

As for encountering difficulties and nothing, how could a young brother appear in such a place?

But I really can't say that the other party is wrong.

"You are right about the old way, how much gold do you want?"

Zhao Lang was just having fun.

Old Dao smiled suddenly and said,

"My son, the veteran Guajin, one or two gold."

Zhao Lang's face suddenly became cold, and this old way dare to speak up, taking him as a fool.

Seeing that Zhao Lang's face was wrong, Old Dao quickly changed his words.

"Half two gold! Half two!"

Zhao Lang snorted coldly, took out a spare piece of gold from his sleeve, and threw it to the opponent.

Then turned and left.

The veteran took it quickly and shouted,

"Thank you, son."

When Zhao Lang left, he said with a smile,

"The old man just came here to give Zhang Liang a book of heaven. I didn't expect to encounter such a big head. I should make a fortune with the old way."

"However, the face of this kid is quite strange."

"Forget it, I will count it as an old way."

The old Dao's expression was solemn, and he began to count with one hand.

Sudden! His face changed, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth!

Amazed,

"The secret has changed! How is this possible!"

(Fourth, don't wait, it's probably very late, just get up tomorrow.)

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