The General’s Little Peasant Wife

In their eyes, as long as Bai Mo is willing to help, then you can definitely find someone back.

White ink sat in the chair, holding one's chin with one hand. It seemed that there was no accident for everyone's arrival. He smacked everyone's eyes and said: "Is there something?"

"National teacher, Wang has been missing for a long time." One of the most priests who rejected the white ink on weekdays, first opened.

The high priest stood on the side and watched the people use this persecution to talk to the white ink. The sneer in his heart was really an idiot.

Bai Mo looked at the priest with a look in his eyes: "Isn't there?"

"Yes."

"So?" White ink looked at each other and asked.

The priest thought about it and then took it for granted: "We hope that the national teacher can get the king back."

White ink smiled and looked at the confident priest in front of him: "If I say no?"

"You are the priest of Miaojiang. Now that Miaojiang has something to do, you have to help." The priest seemed to be very dissatisfied with the answer of Bai Mo. He looked at the white ink and said of course.

White ink chuckled: "I think you are wrong. I am the national teacher of Miaojiang. But no one has dared to order me. I can let Miaojiang go to this point today and let it go back. In the past, if you don't believe you can try it."

For these old things, he has gradually become more patience and patience. For those who are unwilling to pay attention, he still does not like it.

The high priest suddenly spoke at this time: "When the king said it, the national teacher can not listen to anyone's orders. In Miao, power is greater than everything. The second child, you now order the national teacher, do you want to disrespect the national teacher?"

The priest who became the second child by the high priest, his face was gloomy and terrible.

He knew that the current king could get the position of Miaojiang Wang. This is because Bai Mo was helping behind, and he still helped a lot.

At that time, he meant that if he gave some benefits, he couldn't know if he was enchanted. He even gave the right to white ink.

Bai Mo looked at the two priests and smiled coldly: "The second priest seems very dissatisfied with the local teacher."

Even if he is really dissatisfied with the white ink, the second priest will not say it at this time. Is he really stupid, and when he needs help from others, he will offend the person, so that he will not do things without trying? Go and do it.

"The national teacher is more concerned." The second priest said dryly.

"National teacher asks you to help find the king. Now other people still don't know, if they are told by them..." The result they can't afford.

Miao Jiang wants to get this seat more people go, not bad one, perhaps in the eyes of others, the king is gone, it is still a good thing for them.

"I know this thing." If you can, Bai Mo really does not want to control this matter, but it can't, just because the Miaojiang Wang is still a good control. If you change someone to be the Miaojiang King, I am afraid there is no such thing. So it is easy to give Miao Xinjiang full control.

Then think about it, Bai Mo said: "I will let people find this thing. I don't want someone to spread the news out during this time, but then you will know it yourself." Bai Mo looked at them, cold and cold. Said.

"Yes."

Out of the second priest, the other people quickly said yes.

After leaving the courtyard of Bai Mo, the face of the second priest was ugly. The rebuttal of Bai Mo on him just said that he was good at nodding to other people, that is, playing his face in the bright and swaying.

"There is too much deception." The two priests slapped a heavy slap on the table on the side, and the table was uncontrolled, so they were scattered on the ground.

The people on the side looked at each other and frowned. "Now Miao is basically in the dark of his control. Why are you?"

"Why does a Central Plains person control our Miaojiang? Why do we intervene in our Miaojiang?" As soon as this is said, the face of the second priest is full of anger, and I can’t wait to go straight to the front of the white ink. killed.