My dad's lieutenant seems to be a time traveler

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Zhao Xuanlang is really the best, every time he is drunk he is really drunk, and every time he is drunk he is really sleepy.

I thought that the folk songs outside were shaking the sky, and with such a big movement, he should at least have woken up, and opened his eyes to see the situation, but there was nothing wrong with it.

With this big brother Zhao's skills, it is not difficult to get out directly when everyone breaks in.However, he slept so unconsciously that he was wrapped in a red colored rope and tied up on a pole made of thick bamboo poles, and then went up the cliff singing and singing.

Seeing this, I was in a hurry, so I shook Zhang Wensheng desperately, and asked him: Isn't this Zhao Da the Zhao Da you mentioned?Why is there such a development?

Across the fish head mask, Zhang Wensheng was obviously a little dazed: Ordinarily there would never be such a development, there must be something wrong.

He pondered for a while and said: Maybe among the three of us, one of us should have died for him.History has its own arrangements, but you and I are not the people in this history book...

His voice faded away, his body turned sideways, his head was turned back, his gaze was undoubtedly aimed at "Cao Yu" who was still dancing vigorously.

"Cao Yu" didn't feel anything strange, just wearing a crab-head mask, dancing and singing unscrupulously - this guy really sang to us: Brother is lying on the ground in the wild, I want to bury it Come to bury gel.Two wild men came to rush to the road, and they wouldn't let me bury my things in the soil.I turned over a few mountains, don't teach me to bury it in the soil, pick it up and throw it into the water...

If it weren't for the fact that he was still not sure that Mao and my father had the same name and surname from the same village, I would definitely be sure, and I would immediately pull out a gun and kill him.

Zhang Wensheng is not like me. He is completely insensitive to the name "Cao Yu".Seeing Zhao Xuanlang's bamboo pole being carried up the mountain amidst the queues of colorful clothes, singing, dancing and open flames, he was getting farther and farther away from us, he was really anxious, as if he had made up his mind, and said to me: the ancients are the ancients, It was already wrong for us to intervene in and pick up the person surnamed Cao, now we need to make an immediate decision, should we care about Zhao Xuanlang's matter or not?What are you going to do?

I don't really understand what he said "the ancients are the same as the ancients", so I just think it's wrong to send anyone to feed the fish.Since he asked this question, I said to him according to my intention: If we don't save him, who will save him?It's better to go to the cellar first and let Zhao's sister come out. There is no one guarding there, so it's easy to do.The sister of the Zhao family must know where to sacrifice and how to take shortcuts to save people.

After saying this, not only Zhang Wensheng did not speak, even "Cao Yu" stopped his disgusting singing and dancing. The two people in strange clothes suddenly froze and stared at me in front of them.

In this atmosphere, I thought they were going to join forces to beat me up, so I took a half step back in fright.

Suddenly, both of them stretched out their hands to pull my arm. Because they were too synchronized, they both stopped their movements again.

I heard Zhang Wensheng withdraw his hand, and muttered in his mouth: What kind of person is your father, how can he raise such a baby as you?

I said: what?

He immediately changed his tone and said decisively: go, save people.

The three of us went down the cellar of Zhao's house against the crowd, and seeing Jing Niang was tied up in a ball with a rag stuffed in her mouth, we helped her untie the rope and took out the rag.

Zhang Wensheng cut to the chase, and asked her directly: Brother Zhao was carried up the mountain, where are you offering sacrifices, and is there any shortcut?

Jing Niang was crying so stupidly, everyone was dumbfounded, she asked her twice before she responded, she couldn't stop nodding, saying that of course there is a shortcut, you can go through the cave, there is a cave that goes straight up and down.

I helped her up, although she was wearing a mask, she looked at my hand and guessed it was me, she pulled my finger suddenly and said: You are brother Xiao Cao.I almost killed you, you...are you not angry with me?

I was thinking about Zhao Xuanlang in my heart, and I was very anxious, so I hurriedly said: Since there is no harm, forget it!Help us save Brother Zhao first, and talk about the rest later.

Jing Niang rubbed her legs and feet, led us out of the cellar, took two torches, and went up the mountain.After walking two steps, she turned her head and said: If you can save Big Brother Zhao, can you take me away with you?

My heart skipped a beat.I thought of the play about sending Jingniang away from thousands of miles away. I only knew that no matter which province or school was in the big play, the Zhao Jingniang in this story had no chance of surviving.She either hanged herself or threw herself into the lake, in short, she ended up miserable.

It would be fine if Zhao Xuanlang wasn't Zhao Xuanlang, and Zhao Jingniang might not be "that" Zhao Jingniang...

I was thinking about this matter, wondering if it is possible that we have come here, maybe it is one of the odd ones, which is enough to help her change her life against the sky and prevent her from dying?

But at this moment and here, without being on guard, I heard "Cao Yu" roaring not far behind, it was painful and horrifying.

I turned my head sharply, but I couldn't dodge it in time. I was hit by the huge, white headlights directly in my eyes.

There is absolutely no mention of this in the play, as if the gods came down to earth, and the government was overwhelmed—those lamps, shining in all directions, scorching white light, like a scorching sun, can almost directly dry the living.

Behind the white light, there seemed to be ghostly shadows, and there seemed to be many people covered in black, holding something like muskets to the four of us.

One of them also had a firearm in his hand, had no black hair on his face, and was tall and burly.Under the white light, his face was faintly visible, it was almost a scene where he wanted to show his face.

Just as I was about to call out "Boss Bai", the tall man withdrew to one side.At this moment, I saw another acquaintance.

Forty years old, with a pale complexion, eyes like glass beads.This person's golden-brown hair was even more golden and dazzling under the white light.

I never imagined that under such circumstances, I would meet again the chief culprit who caused me to wander here... the one surnamed Ling.