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

Zhao Lang was still a little bit brooding about the ten thousand taels of gold before.

When he took the money for disaster relief, Zhao Lang was deemed to be showing love, so he could comfort himself.

But the money was scammed, which is very uncomfortable.

Twelve thousand gold is not a small sum.

Since I met this group of people today, there is no reason to let them go!

Zhao Lang must get this money back!

And he is short of money.

"Go to hell, come with me."

After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he was ready to follow.

"and many more!"

Ji Wushuang stopped Zhao Lang.

"Don't worry, I won't just do it in the street."

Zhao Lang thought Ji Wushuang was worried about his impulse.

He intends to follow the other party first and figure out the situation before doing it.

After learning the art of war with the teacher for so long, he still understands the truth about knowing oneself and the other to win all battles.

And the other party has a lot of manpower.

Zhao Lang has already planned to use the night attack method.

Ji Wushuang looked around, then whispered,

"Chief, before I do it, I must tell you one thing."

"These people are descendants of Zhao Guo!"

Hearing these words, Zhao Lang's eyes shrank suddenly.

Six countries remnants.

He still remembered Tian Qi, the trafficker who killed him before, saying that he was a descendant of Qi.

In fact, to some extent, he and these people are really natural allies.

It's just that he seems to be at odds with this group of people.

First Tian Qi fell in love with the girls and was killed by him, and then the group deceived him of gold.

Can't these people do some legitimate business to make money?

Of course, Zhao Lang can probably understand that rebellion will cost a lot of money.

It's up to him to raise such a small number of people, develop some strength, and the gold is spent like running water.

If it weren't for a cheap dad with a lot of money.

Can't hold it now.

And make money.

There is a saying that the most profitable projects are written in the criminal law.

It depends on his cheap daddy who also wants to do a private salt business to make money.

Therefore, this group of talents will slant forward.

Looking at Zhao Lang in a daze, thinking that he was shrinking, Ji Wushuang's eyes flashed disappointment.

"I know that the identity of the other party is extraordinary, and the leader is not easy for you to do it."

It has only been more than ten years since the Six Kingdoms were destroyed, and they still have prestige among the people.

Zhao Lang smiled.

"Who can't do it anymore?"

"Just be careful."

Ji Wushuang's eyes lit up and said,

"A Lang, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Lang put the dagger away and said,

"First find out where they are, and then see how much money they bring."

"After all, will you go out with ten thousand taels of gold?"

Ji Wushuang said in a naive way,

"I will."

Zhao Lang was stunned, forgetting that this product had really done it.

"No one would do this!"

Zhao Lang said helplessly.

"Oh."

Ji Wushuang pouted.

At this time, Zhao Lang silently counted the number of the opponent, no less than 22 people.

And they are definitely good players, maybe there are people in the dark.

Just think about Tian Qi before.

In a head-on conflict, these few of them really can't do each other.

Suddenly, Zhao Lang thought of something and stretched out his hand to Ji Wushuang.

"What are you doing?"Ji Wushuang asked suspiciously.

"Give me your last medicine!"

Zhao Lang returned.

He already had a plan in his mind.

When Ji Wushuang blushed when he heard the last time he used Mongolian sweat medicine on Zhao Lang, he took out a small bottle from his arms and gave it to Zhao Lang.

"Well, it's impossible to find someone today, Chen Sheng, you take the white girl back to the inn first."

Zhao Lang said.

It would be very inconvenient to go to those craftsmen today if there is something to do.

And to be honest, he still can't believe in Chen Sheng and Wu Guang in doing this kind of thing.

People who have been trained on their own are reliable.

Ji Wushuang frowned and said,

"Why? My martial arts is very good, I can definitely help!"

"If you are worried about my mistake, then I will just listen to your arrangements."

Watching these teenagers training on Zhuangzi every day, she has also improved a lot in terms of teamwork.

Zhao Lang said lightly,

"The other party knows you. If you are found out, it will be bad for the entire Chuang Tzu."

"And we can't kill all these people."

Let alone the question of whether they can be killed, how to deal with the aftermath after killing?

Ji Wushuang was silent and said,

"Then you must also pay attention to safety."

Zhao Lang pointed to the medicine bottle in his hand, and he never thought of a head-on conflict.

After Ji Wushuang and the others left, Zhao Lang said to the people who died,

"Bring everything with you."

Speaking of death with a bit of tension and excitement,

"Don't worry, Patriarch, it's all on him."

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"Don't be too nervous, just treat it as an assessment."

"The project is tracking and hiding, as well as sneaking in."

These programs are all part of special training.

Now they have to die for a few of them with better talents for training.

"Spread it away!"

Zhao Lang gave an order.

The few people who died were scattered among the crowd and disappeared.

Zhao Lang looked at and nodded, turning his body and disappearing into the crowd.

At this time, in a line on the street.

The leader was the young man who robbed Ji Wushuang of 12,000 gold before.

The old man beside him frowned suddenly and said to the young man,

"Young Master Jie, the old slave feels something is wrong, as if someone is staring at us, so let's go back as soon as possible."

The son Jie said disdainfully,

"Uncle Shou, don't be suspicious. How many times have you said this along the way."

"We finally came to Xianyang once, of course we have to take a good look."

"Hmph, this dog emperor will really enjoy it. He moved all the wealthy families in the world to Xianyang. It is a prosperous place, but we don't even shit the birds."

"Sooner or later, I will occupy this place!"

The son Jie was full of yin doves.

Uncle Shou was so scared that he lost his soul, and said repeatedly,

"My son! Be careful! Be careful! This is Xianyang!"

"Let's go back quickly, the son said before. We must not show any traces at this time, I will wait..."

Hearing the name of Gongzi Xie, Gongzi Jie became more irritable.

"Dage said it! Dage said it again! That's enough! I want to have a good time today!"

After finishing talking, I didn't pay any attention to Uncle Shou.

Soon, it was getting late.

At this time, inside the inn.

Ji Wushuang was sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about something, muttering to himself,

"That stinky man doesn't know what's going on, he's actually afraid of me doing something bad."

"Hmph, I don't want to help him anyway!"

Ji Wushuang said an angry word, and then went to sleep with his clothes undressed.

Before going to bed, she took things off her body, and when she took out a small bottle, she suddenly froze.

"Why is my Mongolian sweat medicine still here."

After thinking about it for a while, Ji Wushuang knew that he had given the wrong medicine.

"Senior Brother Xu's medicine should be the same."

Ji Wushuang thought.

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