Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

818, who was standing by Osmanthus Cake's side, witnessed the violent and threatening boss's every word return to his usual indifferent and calm self, and was slightly stunned.

It knows that the big evil can coax the boss, but it is still surprised every time it sees it with its own eyes.

The boss's thoughts are hard to guess. No matter what happens, he always has an indifferent and distant expression, so it is difficult for others to tell whether he is angry or not.

But when faced with great evil, his emotions are always very obvious, or in other words, his emotions are always easy to guess when it comes to anything involving great evil.

818 looked at the boss who was looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in a trance, and asked: [Boss, have you... fallen in love with the evil? ]

Ji Bai heard this and came back to his senses and frowned subconsciously: [No.]

818 scratched his head, and after rewriting the words in his mind, he spoke: [The Lord God once told me that people will always convey their emotions to those they trust or love without reservation.]

Ji Bai's eyes were indifferent: [He also told everyone in the Starry Sea that he was the one who shattered Chu Xuan's soul. ]

818 was silent, and after a while he asked: [So... Boss, you mean that what the Lord God said is also wrong? ]

Ji Bai said 'hmm'.

818 scratched his head, unable to figure out what was going on, so he put it aside, rubbed his hands together, drooled as he looked at the osmanthus cake and said, "Never mind, let's eat the osmanthus cake first!"

As it said that, it unwrapped the oil paper, and a strong sweet osmanthus scent instantly filled the entire tent. 818 couldn't help but raise his paw to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth: [Look... It looks good! I'm going to eat!!!]

As it said this, it was about to pounce into the osmanthus cake, but suddenly stopped halfway and turned its head to look at Ji Bai beside it: [Boss, you eat first.]

Ji Bai sat back in his chair, holding the military book in his hand. He glanced at it and refused: [No, you can eat it yourself.]

818 refused and insisted that he eat a piece first.

Finally, Ji Bai picked up a small piece of osmanthus cake. After eating it, the familiar taste quickly swept over his taste buds, and his entire mouth was filled with the sweet and rich aroma of osmanthus.

After eating a small piece of osmanthus cake, he paused for a moment before wiping his hands and picking up the military book.

818's cheeks were stuffed full, and his words were very vague: [Boss, do you want to try it again? It's really good! Very delicious! ! ]

Ji Bai: [No need.]

818 was eating when he realized something was wrong. Because his mouth was full of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, his voice was still a little fuzzy: [Huh? This taste is so familiar. ]

It chewed and thought seriously, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to its mind, and its eyes lit up for a moment: [Ah! ! The things made by the great evil in every world taste like this! This familiar taste is made by the great evil! ]

As soon as he said this, 818 found his thoughts a little funny.

This osmanthus cake was brought by Da'e, and he even said that he made it himself.

818 raised his paw and patted his head; [I never thought that I, who has a great reputation, would make a mistake. Oh, my little head, I can only make a mistake this once~]

Ji Bai: ........

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The next night, Xiao Xiechuan handed the peach blossom pastry to Ji Bai's hands just like he did the night before. Then he secretly and greedily glanced at Ji Bai several times as he lowered his head to deal with things in the military camp. Only after Ji Bai urged him to leave did he reluctantly withdrew his gaze and left the tent with his head down.

The large army marched for a month and a half.

They didn't encounter any dangerous situations during this month and a half, but when they got closer to the capital, a group of people who came from nowhere surrounded them all at night.

The group of people were dressed like bandits from the nearby hills, but their actions were like specially trained elite soldiers, orderly and strict.

818 is rubbing his hands: [Here it comes! In this kind of political novel, people in the capital will always shoot the hero in a place not far from the capital, because these places are within their reach, and there are ways to ensure that they can get away cleanly. ]

Swords flashed and knives danced all around.

After putting on his armor, Ji Bai took the silver spear handed over by the soldier, stepped onto the horse's back, pulled the reins hard, and squeezed his legs hard. The horse raised its front hooves high, kicked in the air, neighed, and then ran quickly towards the sword light.

He charged into the battlefield with a gun. The gun's force was so fierce that it could shock everything and move the heaven and earth. The silver gun cut through the sky, and the whistling sound was like a dragon's roar.

The silver spear was handled very well in his hands, as if he had become one with the silver spear. The spear's momentum changed at will, and he fired three shots in succession, each one aimed directly at the enemy's vital points.

The masked man standing in a secluded place on the top of the mountain had gloomy eyes. He looked at the man waving a silver gun in the crowd, and his gaze became increasingly colder and colder.

If that person returns to Beijing safely, the tiger talisman in his hand will certainly fall into the hands of the third brother, but if he dies in the stranglehold of the bandits, the tiger talisman will be lost...

My father only has six months left to live, and he won't allow anyone to ruin his plans!

A strong murderous intent flashed across the masked man's eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and pulled the poisoned arrow in his hand to its full length bit by bit.

"Anyone who stands in my way of taking that position will die."

As the eerie words fell, the arrow on the bow pierced the sky, making a tiger roar, and shot straight towards the man holding the silver spear!

Ji Bai seemed to have some sense of something, and before the sharp arrow stabbed him, he slightly turned his head to look in that direction.

However, before he could make a move, the sword that hadn't flown in front of him was instantly cut off!

Ji Bai tilted his head to look at Xiao Xiechuan, who was breathing heavily and looking up at a place on the top of the mountain with bloodshot eyes.

The enemies around them did not give them time to speak and immediately pounced on them. Ji Bai retracted his gaze and stabbed the silver spear into their bodies, then pulled it out with a cold face.

For the first time, the masked man on the top of the mountain set his sights on someone other than Jiang Yunci.

He looked at the man with a sinister and fierce expression, and his heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The distance between the two was very far, but he could still accurately find his hiding place, and... he could even feel the murderous intent from the man.