I Just Want To Farm

Ten minutes later, the war was over.

The grass and trees are ashes, and the earth drinks blood.

In the distance, there are prairie crows howling bitterly, and further away, wolves are dormant and howling softly. They are waiting for the remains of the battlefield to feed their hunger.

The moonlight and the stars were sinking, and the remaining flames of the abilities became the brilliance of victory. Many people sat on the ground to rest in this brilliance, and some people restrained the corpses, or said goodbye to their comrades.

The atmosphere was very solemn, both sad and calm.

In such calm.

The wind wrapped light wandering on them.

"Old ginger is very spicy." Qin Yu, who won the MVP of the audience, pulled out a sword from the heart of an evil man, shook off the remaining blood, sat on the stone, and praised Zhang Que who was lying on the ground dying.

Zhang Que: "..."

Qin Yu: "You still have to be an old fox to play support, and you can see your skills in three seconds."

Zhang Que: "..."

Qin Yu: "The sword is not old, but it will be strong when old... I praise you so much, why don't you return me?"

Zhang Que glanced at her and couldn't bear it any longer: "Because I'm dying."

This is not a joke, he really looks bad, Qin Yu was silent.

Zhang Que is different from others, he is the leader of the previous generation.

After the leaders of this generation turned traitor and were killed, the leaders of the previous generation fought to death in blood, which in turn magnified the cruelty of war itself.

Qin Yu didn't speak, but Zhang Que talked too much all of a sudden.

Like a flashback.

"If something went wrong with him, it happened in the past, then it's because I didn't know the person. If it happened recently, it's because he was bewitched by white molybdenum. It's because I wasn't careful enough, and it's my responsibility."

Qin Yu: "Just because you're old doesn't mean you have to be responsible."

Zhang Que took a breath and said weakly, "Any accident, someone will always be responsible."

So he took a deep breath, and then took another breath by pretending to be dead. Holding this breath, he broke out, and worked hard to cooperate with Qin Yu to give an extremely precise assist.

This is Lao Jiang's battle of honor, and it is also a law - your uncle is still your uncle.

Then the uncle fell down.

Lying on the ground, looking at the dark night sky in the sky.

Before he died, he had to finish asking himself a few questions.

"You suspected him before."

"No, it's because you and he suspect it together, because only the two of you have the greatest rights and interests, and can help Bai Mo and his forces to complete those achievements to the greatest extent. But even after several searches and repeated verifications, I'm still not sure which one it is, until When you were jointly attacked by them, I observed carefully and noticed that he stayed away from you in advance. That kind of distance is actually unnecessary, because according to his ability, he should not have predicted that his master would be the target of the other party's joint attack , So I chose one of the two at that time, and I was sure that he was the most suspect, but the law says there is no doubt, I have to give him a chance to tear his face."

In fact, it was Qin Yu who later realized that there was actually only one way for Bai Mo to contact the outside world—that is, through the evil choosers in the dark gold house system, and then through the evil choosers to contact other people.

Poirot is not an evil chooser, the connection between him and white molybdenum should be through an evil chooser.

A villain in the positive camp.

In this way, the information can be most effective.

So Qin Yu focused on analyzing which of Zhang Que and Yu He was the wrong choice. She was experienced in this area, and finally locked on Yu He.

But Yu He's identity is different. He is a minister. If there is no absolute evidence, Qin Yu can't pick him out before the battle. That will only shake the centripetal force of special department groups. During the rape, she made some additional preparations to shield the opponent, and also lured the opponent to make a move before the opponent did not cause absolute losses during the war.

Zhang Que understood, so Qin Yu pretended to fight with Yu He, and then. ． There is no more.

"Aren't you afraid that if you steal the chicken, you won't lose money? They will join forces to kill you."

"They are chickens, but I don't skimp on a handful of rice."

"I'm talking about your life."

"My life?" Qin Yu thought for a while and said, "I have predicted the worst outcome before every adventure, and I have prepared for it."

A B-level, killing her?

Can't.

Will there be a day when she will be killed by someone else?

Maybe there is, but not today.

Zhang Que was moved by her plain self-confidence, and his eyes became deep.

But also weaker.

At this time, Su Wanmo and other surviving people came over, seeing that Zhang Que seemed to be about to die, everyone looked solemn and sad.

Zhang Que felt that he had nothing to ask. He felt relieved, so he took a deep breath and said, "With people like you, I am relieved. In the future, our country and people... will be handed over to..."

Glancing at him, Qin Yu directly covered his mouth, "I don't think you want to."

Su Wanmo and others: "..."

People are dying, why don't you let people talk.

However, Zhang Que's eyes widened, his throat moved, and he was very shocked, because Qin Yu's palm clearly stuffed something like a small tomato into his mouth.

It was all Old Jiang, and he instantly understood what the other party was giving—it was probably a death sentence!

So he swallowed.

You can't spit it out.

Qin Yu didn't let him speak, but said slowly in front of Su Wanmo and the others: "If I'm a good person, I don't care about the affairs of the world, and I'd like to clear the door, but if I turn bad someday , A thousand Yu Hes are not as good as I am, so don't give me such things as rights, you will regret it."

Her eyes and expression are very meaningful, and she has a three-point ruthless and ghostly attitude.

After all, Zhang Que is Old Jiang, and he immediately saw that Qin Yu was not joking, and then thought of what this person had done recently, and vaguely figured out some key points—couldn’t she have used something to lure this battle a long time ago? Woolen cloth?

But even so, Zhang Que was powerless to take care of it. After Qin Yu let go of his hand, he didn't even have the strength to say a word, so weak that he closed his eyes.

It is quite now.

Everyone was sad and silent.

"War always comes with blood and goes with blood."

Although the cultures are different, they all have the same awe of death. A Western monk painted two murals on his chest, put his hands together, and bowed his head in awe.

The rest also stood on the sidelines in silence.

Until Qin Yu got up and flicked his sleeves, and said something impatiently.

"Aren't you kidding, isn't he still breathing? Just give him an oxygen tank and take him to the ICU on a stretcher!"

Everyone: "???"

Oh, Old Jiang is not dead yet, he is hanging on his breath.

Just weak and fell asleep.

Viscount William was also speechless by this scene, watching those Chinese rushing to carry his old senior away and put him on the plane. ． ．

The Chinese are really a miraculous existence.

"You send an ordinary woman to negotiate with me, and discuss such a large Sino-Western cooperation project, aren't you afraid of collapse?"

Viscount William was the leader, so of course he wouldn't clean up the battlefield himself, but seeing how Qin Yu was about to leave, he still asked her a few questions.

"What's the crash? Isn't the worst result that you don't come?"

"So, what if we don't come? You're screwed, you, and your country. . . I think you have a plan B."

Qin Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

"Since you finally came here, and you are smarter than those bitches in North America, then I might as well tell you."

"Plan B is a missile."