Folding wings

After all, he is the head of the family. When he called out like this, a group of people drew their knives and rushed out, only a few retreated silently, helped the master up, and the master spat hard, " Bah! Pig brain, it would be foolish to follow you!"

After identifying the direction from left to right, the master said: "Let's go back, let's turn back, that idiot is finished, now go back and say a few nice words, maybe we can get some benefits." Walk out slowly.I never thought that before I walked a few steps, there was a slight vibration under my feet.

After all, they were begging for food in the deep mountains and old forests, and they were very familiar with traps and nets, so they immediately became alert, murmured "no" and turned back, but suddenly there was a numbness in their knees, and they almost fell to their knees. In an instant, a net was pulled up with a "huh", netting them all up, and hanging them on the tree unsteadily.

Two people jumped out of the darkness, clapping their hands and laughing: "Shut up, don't make a sound, or they will all be buried alive, and the master's pit has been dug." one word.

When he was put down, the military adviser rolled his eyes wildly, coughed pretendingly, and wanted to speak, but was knocked down immediately, with a dagger hanging on his neck, "Want to try?" He immediately shook his head frantically, but I dare not say another word.

Those two people put them down, tied their hands and feet in a string, and drove them forward. The route looked very familiar, and they were going back to the village.The prisoners were beating their minds as they walked, it seemed that the village had been taken by someone, but it didn't look like someone sent by Jean Valda to do it, so what is the origin of these people?But since he didn't kill them in the first place, it meant that his life was safe for the time being, and he had to make himself appear useful no matter what.

When they got there, the movement in the cottage also subsided, a group of people was coming towards them, looked up carefully, it was the former head of the family, dejected like a defeated wild dog, tied up like a Walking staggeringly like rice dumplings, the two groups of people crossed each other and were imprisoned separately.

After all, the strategist had a more flexible mind, and when he saw this scene, he immediately understood it. It was obvious that someone was going to take something out of their mouths. No matter what to say, you still have to think about it.

But he didn't expect that the person who arrested them didn't seem to be in a hurry, but there was no movement for three days, which made the military division a little restless. Could it be that the previous guess was wrong?

On the fourth day, there was no breakfast, no lunch, no water, no nothing, not even a human voice.He was locked alone in the dungeon built by himself, as if he had been forgotten, which made him panic and frightened.Could it be that they already got the news they wanted and he was useless?Or has something happened above?

Thinking in this way, the time became extraordinarily long and unbearable. When someone's voice sounded again, he was already a little dazed. Beside the table, "I heard that you are literate, please write."

He hadn't seen the light for a few days, and now his eyes hurt when the sun hit him, but he didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly picked up his pen and wrote, so he couldn't remember his previous plans.After finishing writing, the pen and paper were taken away, and a bowl of rice was placed in front of him, and when he devoured it, he was picked up and thrown back to the dungeon.

And that confession was also placed on the desk in the study along with several others: "General, the confession is all here. The subordinates have carefully observed it, and there is no sign of falsification.

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Mo Jihan was sitting at the table and asked, "Is there any news from Governor Jiang?"

"The news has been sent, and it will arrive within three days."

"It's hard work, go down and rest first."

The author has something to say:

I really don’t have any motivation not to write papapapa, but I heard that the river crab is coming again, crying