Three Kingdoms: Shocked, my father-in-law is Cao Cao!

The torches on both sides were burning and extended to the altar. The old wizard danced back and forth with a sacrificial vessel that Jiang Zhe didn't recognize, and poured cow's blood on the two young men.

As the strange incantation was uttered, the wizard drank two mouthfuls of kerosene, and bursts of flames spewed out of his mouth.

——Oh, this juggling looks quite exciting.

Juggling in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of these ancient people who have not been enlightened by modern civilization, it is a medium that can really communicate with gods.

The operation just now, in their opinion, has bestowed the power of the cow to the two young men, and they will leave the cottage soon and go south to "kill fuck."

After watching this set of "honey juice" operations, Jiang Zhe's jaw almost dropped in shock. If he really wanted to find something to compare with, it should be those unreliable MLM organizations in his previous life to compare with.

—Maybe this is also a way to get rich?After all, Zhang Jiao, the so-called celestial master, started his career by fooling people, and fooled himself into believing that he had supernatural powers. Then he got sick, and instead of taking medicine and seeing a doctor, he drank the talisman water he used to deceive people. Ascension went.

After quietly watching the following "acrobatics" performance, Jiang Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. He understood that it was still a question of whether these stinky fish and rotten shrimps could sneak into Xuchang, let alone the prime minister's mansion.

Counting arrogantly, Jiang Zhe can beat at least ten of these guys!

But now he regrets not going back directly to look for Wu Lang and the others, otherwise he wouldn't have suffered so much, walked so many ways, and joined a "multilevel marketing organization".

After the ceremony was over, Jiang Zhe saw the castle owner here for the first time. He was indeed just an ordinary man, but his hair was disheveled, which made him feel quite barbaric.

He held a sharp blade in his hand, picked up a spell, and pointed it straight at the sky, and the burning yellow paper was floating around with the breeze.

Set fire to the mountain, uncle, this is Jiang Zhe's only thought, he even finds it a little boring, who makes these so different from the "martial arts conference" in his mind?
"Heaven is dead... Cao thief is vicious, but his breath is not exhausted. Only the evil general of Qingzhou, who is cruel, eats his human flesh raw, slaughters my compatriots, and hears his magic. He will release lightning and cry everywhere he goes. ..."

Just as he turned his head to leave, he was "dragged" back by the castle owner's impassioned speech.

After thinking about it for a while, the first half of this paragraph is just the routine of people scolding Cao Zhi, which has no special meaning, but what is going on with this General of Qingzhou?

Why does this guy have the special ability of electrifying his butt and spraying poison from his mouth.

--Wait a moment!This guy seems to be talking about labor!Where did these guys get the information, do they all think I'm the Terminator?

Under the control of public opinion by the castle owner, the "Killing Fucking Conference" was officially renamed "Killing Jiang Dajiang". Since the old ones cannot be killed, it is better to kill a small one to sacrifice to the sky first, and then use what name, what kind of Liufang Baishi, fool you, big guy.

Jiang Zhe couldn't help feeling chills. Fortunately, he was not like some generals who love self-expression. Every time they fight, they have to run to the front of the enemy's line and shout three times, such as: who is your grandfather, who am I, and where do you live? , and so on.

Some even talked about it, fearing that the historian across the street would forget about them.

However, Jiang Zhe has figured out the meaning of this conference. In essence, it is to set a target, which can serve as a call to the world.

However, it is still too difficult to achieve some results on this target, but it is impossible to hand in a clean sheet every year, so naturally we have to pick a "soft persimmon", such as Jiang Zhe.

Looking at the young people beside him who were provoked by the "pyramid selling" technique and became extremely passionate, thinking about this person, after all, I should look more at the bamboo slips.

That's right, after all, half of so many rangers can recognize their own names, so thank God.

Jiang Zhe didn't wait until the end of the meeting, and found an excuse to go to the latrine and left in a hurry. After all, although he didn't name his name, he still felt uncomfortable when he heard people who were based on himself being criticized.

"Brother Jiang, why did you come back early?"

Wan'er greeted her with a smile. She was a girl, so she was naturally not eligible to participate in gatherings that only belonged to men.

Jiang Zhe walked forward silently without saying a word, even his eyes became more and more hollow, which made Wan'er anxious.

"Hmm...? Could it be that something unpleasant happened?"

"Hey, it's a long story."

Retelling the "Jiang Killing Conference" briefly, who would have thought that the girl who usually dared not kill a chicken would have a fierce look on her face.

"This young general... is really damned. Without him, Lian'er's parents would not have died, and my father would not be missing. I hope... I hope the gods will bless my father's safe return."

Jiang Zhe smiled wryly, "I hope your prayer can be successful."

He only knew that when he defeated Yuan Xi, he was not merciful to these defeated troops. In such a chaotic scene at that time, it was not surprising that anyone was stabbed.

Wan'er bit her lips lightly, and clenched her hands, "So, that person must die. Only after his death can Lian'er's parents rest in peace, and father's soldiers can also be comforted."

——Wow, big girl, Boss Cao's orders don't care about me. I'm just a wage earner who executes. Don't vent your dissatisfaction on me. We are innocent. There is a good saying, don't take it out National sentiments are carried over to the individual.

Although Jiang Zhe knew that he was farting, he was short and tight, right? Long Moutai.

That night, Jiang Zhe, who couldn't sleep looking at the missing piece of the moon, was thinking about his next move. He was already trapped on the eighteenth floor of a den of thieves.

——If you don’t want to, let’s go to the hut.

It's fun to say, as if the toilets in every cottage are built in hidden places, which is a heaven-sent place for secret plots.

Just as Jiang Zhe took off his trousers, he heard grass rustling outside. It was obvious that someone was approaching, and his sneakiness was not at all like that of a wheel-squatting elder brother.

—Could it be that someone wants to take my life again? !
This time Jiang Philosophy became smarter, and he took the Qingzhi Sword with him when he went to the bathroom, don't ask, just to feel safe.

The footsteps were getting closer, Jiang Zhe didn't have time to pull up his pants, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

——Mad, if you dare to come here today, I will show you what it means to have a sword without blood!

Finally, the voice stopped outside the door of the hut, and both sides seemed to hold their breath at the same time.

--not good!This guy must use a hidden weapon!
Without hesitation, Jiang Zhe kicked open the door of the hut, "Little man, take your grandfather's sword!"

"General!? Is it really you?"

A familiar voice came...