The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Chapter 484 Doubt

Four eyes facing each other.

Zhao Qingyu was shocked.

He stared hard into Xun Zhi's dark eyes and blurted out: "Who are you?"

These eyes are so similar!

If he hadn't watched Saburo being crushed and quartered with his own eyes, he would have thought...

Xunzhou couldn't help but tilt his head.

The dark eyes looked at Zhao Qingyu as if he didn't understand what he said.

"He is the puppet killer of Juntang Junchen. He has no thoughts and cannot speak." Bai Su stepped forward to explain.

In an instant, Zhao Qingyu became murderous and wanted to kill Xun Zhou with his sword.

Bai Su hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Zhao, you just woke up, don't move around!"

Xiao Jue also came to help.

Xunzhou pulled out his long knife and stuffed it into Zhao Qingyu's hand.

Bai Su: "..."

Xiao Jue: "..."

Zhao Qingyu pointed his sword directly at the porridge.

But he looked into Xun Zhi's eyes and finally threw the knife away.

Xun Zhou looked at the knife that was thrown far away, his dark eyes became even more confused.

Zhao Qingyu then looked at Xiao Jue: "What about those barbarians?"

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry, we have killed them all!" Xiao Jue said.

Zhao Qingyu nodded: "Okay!"

Then he looked at Bai Su: "Girl, you saved me, thank you!"

He was as happy with death as sugar.

But he couldn't throw himself to the young general and die.

Otherwise, how could he have the face to meet Erlang and Sanlang.

Bai Su smiled gently: "Uncle Zhao, our family does not speak the same language! I am Ah Jue's bride."

Zhao Qingyu suddenly looked at Xiao Jue.

There was a flash of surprise in his ashen eyes, but he said sincerely: "Good thing! Your second uncle and third uncle will be very happy to know, especially your third uncle, he thought you would never be able to succeed!"

Xiao couldn't help but ask: "Why does Third Uncle think that I will never be able to succeed?"

Zhao Qingyu covered his hands and coughed, his eyes couldn't help but look away from Xiao Jue.

Zhao Qingyu woke up.

He wants to go back to the top of the mountain and continue guarding the tomb.

Xiao Jue's dissuasion is useless.

Bai Su obediently stepped forward: "Uncle Zhao, I support you in guarding the tomb! But as soon as you woke up, your wound burst when you climbed to the top of the mountain.
They are all barbarian corpses, you must clean them up! "

"This way, the wound will collapse even more severely! But in this ice and snow, barren mountains and wild mountains, it will deteriorate the fastest."

"When the time comes, what will happen if you haven't finished handling it! Isn't it too bad!"

Bai Su analysis.

Only then did Zhao Qingyu stop going up the mountain.Xiao Bian couldn't help but look at Bai Su.

Bai Su smiled at him, helped Zhao Qingyu sit down, and said softly: "Uncle Zhao, I understand your thoughts! Since you are planning to accompany your second and third uncles to their old age, we must not only clean up Manzi's body, but also Clean yourself up, you can't be covered in blood!"

The porridge was wiped with a cloth.

But it's better not to wipe it off and smear it everywhere.

"The second uncle and the third uncle will definitely be scared away by you!" Bai Su said.

Zhao Qingyu glanced at himself who was covered in blood, as if he had been fished out of a pool of blood, and then nodded.

Bai Su stood up and avoided.

Xiao Jue helped clean up.

Bai Su estimated the time and came back when it was almost time.

Then, she was stunned.

I saw that Zhao Qingyu was wearing a black robe, which was Xiao Jue's replacement clothes.

His unkempt long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his beard was shaved off.

His face is like a crown jade, and his eyes are like bright stars.

Heroic, but better looking.

Seriously, the people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled in the world.

Bai Su suddenly understood deeply.

When he was a child, why did Xiao Sanlang mistake Zhao Qingyu for a girl?

This looks so good now.

How sweet and cute I was when I was little.

Not going back to the top of the mountain.

Zhao Qingyu didn't sleep either, but stretched himself out to get up.

Xiao Jue knew that he was going to make Kong Mingsuo, so he went to cut down the tree.

Zhao Qingyu leaned against the stone and began to chip away at the wood bit by bit.

Xunzhu was not far away, throwing small pieces of sand at Zhao Qingyu one by one.

The small pieces of sand were not big, but each one was accurately thrown in front of Zhao Qingyu's eyes.

Xiao Jue's eyes narrowed again as he stared at the porridge.

Bai Su looked over: "He likes Uncle Zhao, but the way he expresses it is a bit weird. After all, he is a puppet!"

"My grandfather said that when I was young, my third uncle always bullied Uncle Zhao, especially no matter what Uncle Zhao was doing, he would throw paper at Uncle Zhao.
Dumplings, pebbles! "Xiao Jue looked at Xunzhu more deeply.

Bai Su couldn't help but raise his eyes.

At this time, Zhao Qingyu's first Kong Mingsuo was ready.

He placed it in the palm of his hand and inspected it carefully for any flaws.

At this moment, a hand suddenly snatched it away.

Zhao Qingyu suddenly raised his head.

Hun Zhou waved the Kongming Suo at Zhao Qingyu as if to show off, then turned around and flew away.

Zhao Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly and he stood up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)