Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Jing Zhao didn't know why, but his eyes were wet.

There was a fog in front of him.

He couldn't tell how he felt.He really wants to kill, but it seems that no matter what kind of venting method he can't relieve the hatred in his heart.

Qing was the first woman he met here.Regarding her, Jing Zhao has exhausted the most beautiful adjectives in the world, but they are not enough to describe her!
He used to look up from a distance like that, guarding like a guard guarding the bright moon in the sky.

But now, the person he puts on top of his heart has been tortured and killed in such a cruel way, leaving no bones left.

Jing Zhao secretly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.He controlled not to let his tears fall.

Can't cry... Tears are the compromise of the weak.

But he!

He will avenge Qing!

How Qing died, he wanted the priest to pay a hundredfold.

Jing Zhao asked everyone to dig a big hole and buried the entire stove.

The indistinguishable blackness of the whole furnace was buried deep in the ground together, Jing Zhao could only use this method to put everyone in the ground for peace.

Jing Zhao put away the scattered clothes by the stove one by one, and he saw the blue linen dress with a wooden hairpin on it at a glance.

Jing Zhao recognized that it was Qing's hairpin.

He closed his eyes heavily, swallowing his emotions.He picked up the hairpin and shook it tightly.At that moment, it was as if he was holding a woman's slender hand.

The innocent and delicate face appeared in front of my eyes in an instant, but disappeared in an instant.

The great loss corroded Jing Zhao's thoughts, he felt a pain in his heart, the pain was extreme, but there was also a kind of scorching heat, and it was this scorching heat that supported him.

Aning suddenly put his hand on Jing Zhao's shoulder, "Gu Jingzhao."

Jing Zhao turned his head, his dazed expression gradually calmed down, and he calmed down a little while holding his blood-red eyes.

"I am fine."

He patted Aning's hand on his shoulder, Jing Zhao sighed, folded Qing's clothes, and put the hairpin in his arms.

He got up and walked to the entrance of the cave alone, followed by Aning and Black Mamba.

The patter of rain has no tendency to stop.Jing Zhao stared at the rain.

Just like the confrontation between him and the priest, once it starts, there will be no end when there is no winner!
"A'Ning, I'm going to find Wuzhu."

"This war can't go on any longer. No more innocent people can die. I want to overthrow the rule here. It's time for a new regime."

Aning stared at the young man in front of him, "Gu Jingzhao, are you fighting for Qing or Baiyue?"

Gu Jingzhao turned his head slowly, looked at Aning, and suddenly smiled.

His eyes were a little bit concentrated, showing firmness: "I am for myself!"

This is the truth!

This war has been closely related to himself, and he cannot stay out of it.He felt sorry for Qing and felt sorry for these people in Baiyue.

But more importantly, he wants to save his life!For himself, he must win the priest and overthrow all of this.

Jing Zhao didn't notice it, but a different look flashed in Aning's eyes.But this emotion is the recognition of Jing Zhao.

"Gu Jingzhao, I'll help you."

Jing Zhao turned back and folded his hands, and smiled teasingly: "There are three reasons, you have to help me."

Aning raised an eyebrow.

Jing Zhao raised his first finger: "First, you have been dragged into the water by me a long time ago. The priest knows that you are on my side. If I lose against the priest, you will not die well."

The young man remained calm.

Jing Zhao raised his second finger:
"Secondly, you are homeless and have nowhere to go. You have no other choice but to attach to me."

The young man stared at him with a half-smile, not knowing where he got his confidence.

Jing Zhao continued to raise the third finger:
"Third, you eat mine, sleep mine, live mine, and I save your life twice! Shouldn't you repay me?"

The boy burst out laughing when he heard the words, this was the first time Jing Zhao saw him laugh.

Aning laughed enough and finally stopped.In just a moment, the expression returned to the original ice cube.

The speed at which the young man changed his face was nothing short of unpleasant.

Jing Zhao secretly sighed: You have changed your face, the masters of Sichuan opera have to shout ancestors when they come.

"Gu Jingzhao, the last one is the most important thing."

Aning's understanding of Gu Jingzhao had obviously come to an end. He pouted his ass and knew what he was going to fart.

This person is stingy to the point where both humans and gods are indignant, so naturally one can know what he will say just by thinking about it.

The boy looked at the black mamba lying next to Gu Jingzhao, and asked, "What about it?"

Jing Zhao also looked over, and he tapped the snake's head lightly: "Hey, you have avenged your revenge, and you have eaten the priest, why are you still following me?"

The snake lazily raised its eyes and glanced at him, but seemed to dislike him for talking too much.

Jing Zhao said again: "You go, it's not a problem to follow me."

The snake moved lazily, but had no intention of leaving.

Jing Zhao was about to speak again, but Aning interrupted him: "It is planning to follow you."

Aning unconsciously pressed the corner of her lower lip, and looked at the snake playfully.

The snake also raised its head and stared at Aning, vomited the snake letter, and the snake and the man looked at each other for a long time.

Jing Zhao smiled helplessly, "Why are you following me? I don't know how to raise snakes."

Ah Ning said: "It's good, it can protect you."

Jing Zhao almost blurted out: You can protect me too.But when the words came to his lips, he felt that the words were inappropriate, so he swallowed them back.

He was joking, Jing Zhao knew clearly that Aning would leave one day.

He does not belong to himself, nor does he belong to Baiyue.

The teenager has ambitions and a broad sky in his eyes.Or just like what Mr. Li said at the beginning, he is just a shallow dragon now, but one day he will soar into the sky.

Thinking of this, Jing Zhao inevitably felt a little sad in his heart.

He patted the snake's head lightly, "Since you've followed me, I'll give you a name too. Otherwise, the snake's and insect's barking sounds strange."

Jing Zhao thought for a while, and stared at the black snake body for a moment.

This black mamba is black all over, even the mouth is pure black, but Weiwei's two fangs are quite white.

Jing Zhao's mind moved, and a name instantly appeared in his mind.

"Call you Biscuit."

The black mamba spat out the snake letter and tilted his head to look at Jing Zhao.

Aning also turned his eyes sideways, the name is really strange.

Jing Zhao just suddenly thought of two snacks that he often ate in childhood, one is called black and white pairing, the other is called Oreo, both of them are quite similar to it, and they are both biscuits.

Therefore, it is reasonable to call it a small biscuit.

Jing Zhao gave it a shudder, "Brother knows you like this name, no thanks."

Little Biscuit vomited the snake letter, as if saying that he was narcissistic.

Aning also looked away, looked at the mountains in the distance, and said lightly: "I thought you would call it Heifu or something."

Black husband...

Jing Zhao coughed twice. Isn't this the name of the Qin Bing who died in battle and left a letter from his family?

The name Heifu...uh, it's unlucky...