Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

pS: The computer was turned off immediately after power failure, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, took of one chapter of two chapters, crying.

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"I seem to be hated..."

The smell of mud flowed into the car window, Yan Ce said to Dun and the elegant Mo Zhong.

"How did Young Master Ce know?"

Mo Zhong's expression was a little curious at the moment, but he still showed a gentle expression like an elder. After Young Master Ce spoke, he sighed a little, lamenting that the life experience of the younger generation of children is really wonderful.

"The female officer is getting more and more distant from me. Now I suspect that she hates me very much now. She doesn't even have the intention to communicate. Although she is indifferent, she still looks silent, and she doesn't give any reasonable explanation .”

Mo Zhong's expression became weird, he vaguely felt that this experience was a little bit familiar, and the eyes looking at the other car through the window were full of inexplicable colors.

After deliberating for a while, a possibility appeared in the mind of this "warrior" who was passing through the Shura field, a possibility that seemed not so serious.

"You said she didn't want to communicate with you?"

"En." Yan Ce nodded and said, "Has Uncle Mo come to a conclusion?"

"not yet."

As the terrifying thought became more and more real, Mo Zhong coughed lightly, woke up from the dazed state, looked solemn, and said solemnly: "But there is a little uncertain thinking, since when did she start to 'hate it'?" 'Your Highness, is it like this from the beginning, or is it because of some things, some subtle 'hate'?"

"At the very beginning...it seemed like the time Xuegong fell into the lake to save her. At that time, she was indifferent but there was a possibility of communication. Gradually, things changed...right?"

The boy was uncertain, and turned his head to glance out the window.

"..."

For a split second, Mo Zhong opened his mouth slightly, and then quickly closed it again without making a strange sound. He seemed to have grasped some clues and was getting closer to the edge of solving the case.

Seeing the young man's complaints, Mo Zhong struggled to calm down his mood fluctuations, and described it in a rather modern way, that is, "the golden core of labor and capital has been cultivated for more than [-] years and almost burst from fright."

Because this situation is too unbelievable.

When the female officer was a child, her face was as indifferent as ice and snow, and she would never express other emotions easily. Back then, Mo Zhong's very few encounters with this young female officer were reports, and the Miss Ling Shi at that time was even him. The guy who even the boss of Yan family feels a headache.

Yan Qing is so familiar that she can establish a good relationship with almost anyone. Her close friends, regardless of gender, are spread all over the world, which also caused Mo Zhong not to dare to go out to study in Qin country for half a step in the first year of his marriage.

But at that time, Miss Lingshi, who was in her youthful period, ran into a wall. It can also be seen how difficult it is for the woman who climbed to the top step by step. From childhood to now, her temperament is almost the same indifferent .

So, that female officer will deliberately alienate you, maybe...

Not really out of disgust.

Then, what kind of state of mind is it, Mo Zhong's brain trembles slightly, the more he knows, the more he will be on the verge of extinction, and his situation is even worse, remind the young man.

But will she really have this feeling?

If the guess is wrong, Mo Zhong can choose the technique of spiraling up to the sky with the force of ascension.

On the side, the young master Ce didn't notice the wonderful expression changes of the middle-aged man in the same car.

……

……

the same moment.

In the distant Hangu, which spans thousands of miles, Xiang Yan, the former commander of the Chu State and a major war criminal, was escorted to Xianyang. Yingzheng learned that Xiang Yan voluntarily went to Xianyang Prison to participate in labor and production activities. The word "accurate" was written on the approval reply, and naturally, the old man and his deputy general were divided into different dormitories.

Chu's last resistance force, pawn.

Brick kilns, iron smelting, and mechanical tools that have been tried and failed repeatedly are all over the prosperous city of Xianyang, which seems to be a new industrial city.

The gap between the inside and outside of Hangu is visible to the naked eye, as if the huge gap was split in two by a sharp sword, and Xiang Yan fell into a momentary sluggishness.

"A shocking plan involving nobles from all over the world..."

Xiang Yan murmured that it was he who asked to see Xianyang Prison before formally signing the letter of surrender.

But in fact, the dazzling new things almost made him forget the plan that even his son Xiang Liang couldn't help but participate in.

Gradually approaching a key area that has been cordoned off, scribes in ink suits of different ages are calculating data on silk.

"what is this?"

Xiang Yan ignored the warning line and stepped forward to ask.

"Young Master Ce said that this is called science."

Mo Yan replied without raising her head.

The old man who has led troops to fight all his life refuses to accept his old age, chews on fresh vocabulary, and asks: "What is science?"

"Equivalent." Mo Yan said impatiently.

The girl was asked this way by seven or eight waves of ignorant people from the six countries in a day, and her eyes inadvertently showed helplessness towards this group of illiterate nobles.

Xiang Yan's face was slightly hot, he couldn't bear to be so despised by a child who could be his granddaughter, but when he thought of the earth-shattering plan, he couldn't help but feel excited.

"What is... the equivalent?"

"Want to know?"

Mo Yan looked up and down the old man's strong physique, and stuffed him with a version 5.0 explosion-proof shield: "Did you see the mound of white flags? Step on it, and you will know."