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

"The stinky temperament of Confucianism still hasn't changed."

Then he walked to Zhao Lang's side and looked at him carefully.

There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and he whispered in his mouth,

"That's right, it really is a natural soldier...seed."

Hearing that Zhao Lang was stunned,

"Teacher, what did you say?"

Wang Jian looked at Zhao Lang and said with a smile,

"Do you know why my teacher and I came to see you yesterday and are waiting for you here today?"

"Well, it's about caring about students."

Zhao Lang returned as a matter of course.

Wang Jian shook his head,

"Caring about you is one of them."

"But more importantly, see if you've been blinded by the killing."

After listening to Zhao Lang, he also realized this problem.

He has killed more people these days than he has killed in his previous life.

But not the slightest discomfort.

"Teacher, those are damned people, I have no shame in my heart, so I have not been affected."

Zhao Lang returned.

According to the laws of Daqin, traffickers who secretly abduct and sell children will be executed by Ling Chi.

Wang Jian was silent for a while, then returned,

"A clear conscience is the best."

"But you have to remember that killing is always the worst solution to a problem."

Zhao Lang knew it was for his own good, so he saluted,

"Students take note."

Wang Jian nodded and left.

After the two teachers left, Zhao Lang returned to his room and fell asleep.

It wasn't until evening that he woke up leisurely.

"Little Seven!"

Zhao Lang got up and shouted vaguely.

When he shouted like this, Xiao Qi or Xiao Jiu would come in and wash him.

Waited for a while but didn't move.

Zhao Lang got up by himself and walked outside the room to see that the sun had already set.

But the whole village was full of joy.

Looking at the direction, it is where the teenagers live.

When Zhao Lang walked over, he found that the entire Zhuangzi was somewhat empty.

When I came to the small courtyard, I found that everyone was concentrated here, looking at something with great interest.

And every now and then, say hello!

When Zhao Lang looked over, he saw a man plucking green onions one by one, flying over the roof of the small yard.

It caused everyone to exclaim.

"Uncle Fu invited a juggler over here?"

Zhao Lang quickly reacted and asked,

"Ji... White Lotus! What are you doing?"

Hearing Zhao Lang's voice, everyone shouted,

"Son."

"Homeowner!"

Then it just went away.

Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu were also here. Both of their faces were flushed and they looked very attractive. They walked up to Zhao Lang and said,

"Master, you are awake."

At this time, Ji Wushuang saw that everyone in the yard had left, and one flew down and asked,

"Hey? People, why are they all gone?"

Zhao Lang asked curiously,

"What were you doing just now?"

Ji Wushuang said with a smile,

"I said that I was the martial arts teacher you invited them. If they don't believe it, I'll show them."

"Who knows, seeing more and more people, I'll just practice."

Zhao Lang looked at Ji Wushuang with an excited face, and realized that this was actually a personal madness.

You must know that Ji Wushuang was just like him yesterday, he didn't sleep or eat all night.

It can only be said that this physical quality is really talented.

But there's nothing to blame for that, as long as everyone is happy.

At this time, Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu also said excitedly,