Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

He looked at the man talking in front of him, his eyes were very intriguing.

Ye Siming's eyes were extremely oppressive, causing this battle-hardened general of Yao Xia to break into a thin layer of cold sweat.

He explained: "In the Daqi Palace, we have our eyeliner, we don't ask much, and we know that you are now being rewarded by the Daqi Emperor as the Marquis of Yongye.

Therefore, we just hope that you will rescue our soldiers who were trapped in the Daqi Palace for the sake of the favor we gave in the past. We should work together inside and out, and we will succeed. "

The soldiers mentioned by the man were the prisoners brought back by Bai Yi back then.

Originally it was a dead end, but with Gu Nuoer's persuasion, Gu Yihan arranged for these soldiers in the battlefield to brush the dung buckets.

Ye Siming didn't speak for a long time. He played with the hilt of the sword at his waist and asked lazily, "How many of you are there?"

The man's heart moved, thinking that he had agreed to his plan.

"There are four here, eight are ambushed in the nearby mountains and forests in the suburbs of Beijing, and there is also an inner responder in the palace. As long as you agree, we can set off now to discuss countermeasures."

Ye Siming pursed his lips and let out a deep breath.

As if a little impatient, he raised his dark eyes, and there seemed to be an undercurrent surging inside.

Suddenly, he pulled his lips and chuckled: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

They immediately lead the way.

The man gave his compatriots a wink.

If Ye Siming refuses to cooperate, he will be killed in the woods later!

To avoid future troubles.

Suddenly, Ye Si Ming pretended to be dead and asked, "What is the next step for Yao Xia Kingdom?"

"Starting a war is a shame."

Ye Siming said lightly, "Interesting."

How could he remember that Gu Nuoer, this little thing, hates being beaten and killed the most.

After leaving the restaurant, Ye Siming was greeted by them into an unremarkable carriage.

He leaned against the wall of the car and swept his thin eyes.

The soldiers of the Yaoxia Kingdom were crowded on the left and right. Although they tried their best to hide it, there was a lingering vigilance in their eyes.

Ye Siming snorted softly.

Mortals have a word, called the wolf into the room.

I wonder if they have heard of it?

Suddenly, Ye Siming felt a tingling pain in his mind.

It was as if some silver needle was stirring in his mind.

Accompanied by the pain of unbearable evil force impacting the pulse.

He gritted his teeth slightly, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Since the last time he was injured by Jin Wen, he has often felt this pain.

In the Asura realm, Ye Siming strengthened his demon power by killing demons and taking pills.

The more he kills, the better.

So in the end, he bent one knee slightly, sat on the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses, looked down at his "record", but felt bored.

However, how long has it been since he moved?

He is the abyss itself, relying on the dark magic power to maintain the evil law in the body.

But after so long, Ye Siming never made trouble again.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been hurt once by the mere Dharma, and I would have been suffering all the time.

He pressed his head, closed his eyes, and rested.

Not long after their carriage left, Gu Nuoer's carriage arrived.

She jumped on her feet and turned back to the coachman and said, "Uncle coachman, wait for me here, I'll go in and see my friends."

The little guy walked in with his little feet.

However, she looked around in the lobby on the first floor, and then went upstairs to look for it.

Ye Siming was not seen.

Could it be that Brother Siming has gone home?