Mother Fox vows not to be a slave

Chapter 772 Irritable Warrior VS Allure Dancer (31)

As the night progresses, the grassland is particularly quiet at night. There is no obstruction at a glance. There are undulating mountains in the distance, as well as the snow covering them.

The sheepskin roll unfolded slowly, and the masked girl had bright eyes and a little jasper on her forehead. Although the color had faded with time, the brow pendant and the style of the dress were still vaguely discernible.

It is the Beiliao Protoss.

The gods make a living by divination, and the oracles never make mistakes. In the minds of the Beiliao people, they are extremely noble existences.

There are a few lines of earthworm-like characters at the bottom, twisted and snaked on the ancient parchment scroll.

"What kind of bird song is this? Old fox, do you understand?" Lu Yuangui hit Jiang Yao with his book.

"I don't understand, Miss Wan'er might..."

As they were talking, the two turned their heads to look at the girl. The guy was walking out with a little leftovers, tiptoeing like a huge mouse.

"Wan'er." Lu Yuangui called out.

The girl stopped and turned her head, with a piece of pickled radish still in her mouth.

Those eyes had the light of a wolf faintly, and there was a hint of a tricky smile.

Lu Yuangui stared, while Jiang Yao tilted his head, glanced at the parchment scroll, and then at Wan'er.

the same.

The same eyes, the same eyes, and eyebrows.

"Who is she?"

"Who is it? It's just a box I randomly dug up. It may be someone's prank. The military adviser insisted on bringing it back, saying it was some kind of intelligence, haha."

"If this person is you, and there are characters written in Beiliao, it means that you are collaborating with the enemy." Lu Yuangui threw the parchment on the table, "Cooperating with the enemy should be executed."

"Axi..." she murmured, putting down the pickled radish, "doesn't this thing look old? Doesn't the general know? Some people are born with the same face every few lives, right? Or maybe there are If you can’t forget something, just be born with the same face?”

"I don't know." Lu Yuangui pursed his lips, "Are you a fortune teller?"

Mortals really don't know this...

She was taken aback, "Maybe, maybe this thing was divined by the Beiliao protoss? No one can say for sure, right?"

"Miss Wan'er, what's the word on it?" Jiang Yao asked.

"It's nothing special, just—the eternal god, please grant my tribe the power of Chang'an, so that this grassland will no longer ignite the flames of war."

Inexplicable irritability.

Beiliao...what does it have to do with her?
Irrelevant.

[The male protagonist’s strategy level reaches 20.00%. The current task progress is slow, please continue to work hard. 】

[System, why do I hate this hero? 】

[Because... the master hasn't devoted himself to it yet. 】

【what? 】

This was the first time the system hesitated, and she didn't believe it at all.

Although this person is the male protagonist, with the male protagonist's face and body, his eyes... are very strange.

Like it or not?

"God? Is the god a dancer? How sad it would be if the Beiliao Gods knew about it." Lu Yuangui shook his head, put the parchment on the lamp, and the slowly ignited flame devoured the scroll. net.

Naturally, there was a bad smell.

Fascinating... "Fragrant".

Wan'er presciently took out a wet towel to cover her mouth and nose, she looked at the two men whose faces had changed greatly from the smoke, and couldn't help laughing.

"Idiot, that gas is harmful to your health. Move away quickly." She had felt it when she was looking through it before - the paint was very strange.

Similar to paint, but not quite, it has a pungent smell, but it dissipates the moment it is opened...

　First update today.

　　Watching "Kill me Heal me", I feel...

　　Everyone has a bad past.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)