Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Ji Wushuang said naively,

"I will."

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, forgetting that this guy really did it.

"Nobody would do that!"

Zhao Lang said helplessly.

"Oh."

Ji Wushuang pouted.

At this time, Zhao Lang silently counted the number of the other party, there were no less than 22 people.

And they must be good hands, 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 handle each other.

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

"What?"

Ji Wushuang asked suspiciously.

"Give me your last medicine!"

Zhao Lang returned.

He already had a plan in mind.

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

"Well, it's impossible to find someone today, Chen Sheng, take Miss Bai back to the inn first."

Zhao Lang said.

If you go to those craftsmen today, if you really have something to do, it will be very inconvenient.

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

You can rely on people who have been cultivated by yourself.

Ji Wushuang frowned and said,

"Why? I'm very good at martial arts, so I can definitely help!"

"If you're worried about me making a mistake, then I'll follow your arrangements."

Watching the training of these teenagers 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 discovered, it will be bad for the whole Zhuangzi."

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

Not to mention the question of whether they can kill them, how should they deal with the aftermath after they are killed?

Ji Wushuang was silent for a while, and said,

"Then you have to pay attention to safety."

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

When Ji Wushuang and the others left, Zhao Lang said to the dead people,

"Take everything with you."

Damn said with a bit of nervousness and excitement,

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

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

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

"Item is tracking and stealth, and infiltration."

These items are all part of special training.

Now there are only a few of them who have better talents and have been trained.

"Let go!"

Zhao Lang gave an order.

After a few people died, they dispersed into the crowd and disappeared.

Zhao Lang looked at and nodded, turned his body, and disappeared into the crowd.

At this time, in a team on the street.

The leader was the young man who had robbed Ji Wushuang of 1 taels of gold before.

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

"Young Master Jie, this old slave feels something is wrong. It seems that someone is staring at us. Let's go back as soon as possible."

Young Master Jie said disdainfully,

"Shoubo, don't be suspicious. How many times have you said it along the way?"

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

"Hmph, this dog emperor really enjoys it. He has migrated all the wealthy households in the world to Xianyang. This place is prosperous, but we don't even poop on birds."

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

Young Master Jie's face was full of doves.

Shoubo was so frightened that he lost his soul, and said repeatedly,

"Master! Be careful! Be careful! This is Xianyang!"

"Let's go back quickly. Young Master Xie said that we must not show our traces at this time. I'll wait..."