hero?it must be me

When we met in the desert, on the one hand, the leading Baimang was very different from the Baimang who appeared now; normal.

But Baimao will not forget Lixiang and the others.

"What's the matter, Sister Baimao, do you know each other? If you know each other, it's easy to say, and you can skip the self-introduction!"

Arash smiled heartily: "They are the reliable reinforcements for the new village that Brother Curse Wrist mentioned to you in the secret letter before."

"We saw Wolf Smoke from the West Village come to help. By the way, there is another one, Zheng Qi, who arrived first. What about the others? They should have been fighting that Mordred here just now."

Arash looked around at the traces of battle in this foothill passage.

He was naturally aware of the movement that almost reached the sky just now, but the dark green mist was so strange that even his eyes could not fully see through what happened in the mist.

Although he knew it was Zheng Qi's handwriting, Arash couldn't see clearly what Zheng Qi had done in the mist.

Hearing this, Baimao didn't know how to answer for a moment.

She really didn't know what was going on.

Moreover, the judgment he just made was immediately overturned by Arash.

Is that man really a reinforcement...

Just when Baimao was thinking about how to reply, everyone present suddenly felt like they were on their backs.

With that kind of cold feeling from the bottom of their hearts, their eyes coincidentally converged on one place.

The mist is both a messenger and a pioneer.

Under that silent guard, the door to the afterlife world was slowly pushed open.

"Ok?"

As if dressed in the wind and dust of a secluded environment, Zheng Qi, wrapped in a dark green mist, returned to the world of the living.

He met everyone's gaze.

"Oh, don't worry."

As if thinking that everyone's eyes were asking him to confirm Mordred's whereabouts, Zheng Qi said calmly.

"She fell."

"..."

Hearing that, Bedivere's expression was a bit complicated.

Both Lixiang and Matthew relaxed.

Da Vinci stared at the dissipating fog, his eyes full of enthusiasm for exploration.

As far as Baimao is concerned, her situation is a bit strange.

She is shaking.

But that was not because he was afraid of Zheng Qi.

To describe...

It’s probably similar to the last time when you read a novel on your mobile phone in the evening self-study and you were caught by the dean. After criticizing, writing a review and interviewing the parents, you couldn’t help but take out your mobile phone one day during the evening self-study. At the end of the chapter, when you think that the author is really a broken dog, your tablemate suddenly starts kicking you under the table.

Then, you, who feel that your deskmates are so annoying, just wanted to raise your head and complain, but found that the light in the classroom today is really dark.

It's like someone is behind you, blocking the lights.

...you immediately realize something.

Baimao's reaction at the moment was almost the same feeling.

"Oh, brother Zheng Qi, you..."

Arash also looked at the fog.

But he didn't seem to care too much.

Stretching out his hand and patting Zheng Qi's back, Arash said with a smile, "It's really you! Your hands and feet are really sharp!"

"By the way, it looks like you and Sister Baimao don't even know each other yet!"

He stretched out his hand to Zheng Qi and introduced Baimao who was standing frozen in place.

"This is the leader of the West Village, Miss Baimao. As you can see, it is Hassan like Brother Cursed Wrist. Oh, Cursed Wrist and his knight are also here, but he is checking from the other side There are ambushes or reinforcements from other holy capitals, and it is estimated that they will come and join us in a while!"

"so."

Zheng Qi nodded slightly.

He looked down at Baimao, took two steps forward, then bent down, and stretched out his right hand towards Baimao.

"We met again, what a coincidence."

"...Yes, sir, what a coincidence."

If someone could take off Baimao's skull mask, they would probably be able to see her smiling face that was uglier than crying at the moment.

Chapter 368 Chapter 68: Aren't you getting along well?

The crisis in West Village is over.

Mordred doesn't seem to be a person who is used to conspiracy and scheming, so since she said that everything is just a [coincidence] based on her unreasonable [intuition], it means that at least in terms of the entire Holy City , The specific location of West Village has not been disclosed.

In this way, as long as it can be ensured that neither Mordred nor the solemn knights he brought can return, the villagers of Naxi Village don't have to choose to move out of here and find another place.

Of course, no one who confronted Zheng Qi head-on could escape.

As for whether there are sub-armies and reinforcements hidden in other places to respond, this is naturally left to the Hassans who are familiar with the mountainous area.

Curse Wrist is obviously very confident in Zheng Qi's frontal combat ability, so when he arrived here on Arash Air with Lixiang and the others, he took the lead in searching for these possible fish that slipped through the net.

The good news is that after going around for a while, Cursed Wrist did not find any suspicious guy.

It seems that, like the previous information, Mordred is a manic and conceited character. Although he is almost unscrupulous in order to achieve his goals, he often goes straight when he actually acts, and rarely backs up.

In this way, there is no danger.

When the cursed wrist that was feeling emotional came back from the search, what he saw was a somewhat strange picture.

In the peaceful West Village, Lixiang and the others are resting in the house that is often used for village discussions, and they seem to be waiting for him to come back.

That's okay, Arash and many people in West Village have a good relationship, and with him leading the team, it won't cause any unnecessary misunderstandings and troubles.

What really surprised the curse wrist was the hundred appearances who were also here.

In other words, it's Baimao's words and deeds at the moment.

She, or they were drinking tea with Zheng Qi.

He was over [-] meters tall, and his body was condensed with muscles that looked like a work of art. A man with such a physique was wearing a suit of custom-made slim and well-fitting formal clothes, and sat cross-legged in the middle of the room with a straight posture. With a calm face and serious eyes, he was making tea with a kettle no bigger than his palm.

Beside the man's thigh, a little girl with the same indifferent expression was leaning on Zheng Qi's thigh, her eyes were fixed on the man's hands soaking the tea leaves. I don't know if it was curiosity or simply a reaction to something that could move.

And beside the big and the small, there are a total of four tall, short, strong, thin, male and female figures standing around them.

Although these four figures were all wearing pale skull masks, they couldn't see their faces, but the curse wrist could tell that they were all nervous and on guard.

That's right, these five people, including the little girl with a crooked skull mask leaning on Zheng Qi's thigh, are all "hundred looks".

Cursewrist knows this.

And because I know——

"I saw an extremely rare picture."

The curse wrist said: "Baimang, you have already started entertaining everyone."

"Curse—wrist!"

From the surprise that the savior came, to the involuntary complaint that the disaster star was brought on by the other party, to the fear that the disaster star who was right next to him was frowning and cautious.

This cry, with just a few syllables, was really repeated thousands of times.

"Haha, don't get excited about Baimao. If you want to thank you, you have to thank Your Excellency Zheng Qi and Lixiang. Without their decisiveness, Xi Zhicun might not be able to survive this crisis in such a stable way."

Then you can't bring a bigger crisis over!

——Baimang didn't make a sound.

But she really wanted to say that.

"However, I am relieved to see that you get along so well."

(Which eye of yours sees that we get along well?!)

"Huh? Oh, thank you, Your Excellency Zheng Qi."

Seeing Zheng Qi pour the brewed hot black tea into the cups, and put one of the cups in the direction where he was, Curse Wrist walked over with a smile, and simply sat on the ground, reaching out to pick up the teacup.

(Is now time for a leisurely cup of tea?!)

Unable to hear Baimao's surging heart at this moment, he pushed up the mask a little bit with his cursed wrist, took a sip of tea, and continued: "I have checked around the village, there is no leaked enemy, and the village has basically not suffered any damage. , We are very grateful to you all for your timely action... Judging from your reactions, we should have introduced each other, this is the leader of the West Village, Baimao."

"...about being saved, thank you very much."

Baimao replied in a deep voice.

"However, Curse Wrist, you didn't say in the secret letter that the reinforcements will be these—these few!"

She said with some difficulty: "There are still Knights of the Holy Capital... You actually said that you want to fight side by side with them... If the first generation of adults find out, you and I will definitely be punished!"

"Don't say that, Baimao."

The curse wrist suddenly pointed in the direction of Zheng Qi: "Don't you get along well?"

I saw Zheng Qi, who had just distributed the poured tea to everyone, was looking at the little girl who was relying on him.

One looked up and the other looked down. After a few seconds of silence, Zheng Qi suddenly took out a candy from his pocket and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl was not too polite, took the candy directly, and was about to put it in her mouth——

"Don't eat what strangers give you!"

Probably because he had accumulated too much pressure, Baimao finally broke free from the shackles of his inner fear, shouted, hugged little Baimao away from Zheng Qi's side, and stopped Xiaobaimang from stuffing candies into his mouth action.

The little guy glanced at Baimao in a trance, then at Zheng Qi, and finally lowered his head to stare at the candy in his hand, a hesitant look appeared on his cold little face for the first time.

Seeing everything like this, Curse Wrist sighed.

"Your Majesty Zheng Qi, has anything happened to you and Baimao? Although she is gloomy, stubborn and particularly vengeful, her ability to calculate gains and losses is second to none among Hassan. It is absolutely beneficial and harmless for you to help us. How could she be so resistant..."

"This is..."

Li Xiang scratched his cheek.

During the time when the curse wrist came, Zheng Qi had already told them that Baimao was the group who kidnapped Nitocris in the desert at that time.

So, if you really want to say that there is any festival, then... it really can be counted.

"Actually, we don't really care..."

Lixiang smiled sarcastically.

"I can only say that it's a coincidence."

"Lixiang and the others don't care, and I have no intention of doing anything."

Zheng Qi took out new pure water from the space, and was about to refill a pot of hot tea.

By the way, tea is of course also his stock.

The situation in the West Village is even worse than that in the East Village. The villagers here have begun to rely on water and salt for their lives due to the lack of food.

"Well... well, I didn't expect to be able to convince other Hassans overnight."

Looking at Baimao's guarded posture, Curse Wrist shook his head.

"Then let's talk about other important matters first. It was also mentioned in the secret letter. How about that matter?"

Curse Wrist asked Baimao.

When the topic changed, Baimao seemed to have calmed down, and his angry voice returned to its usual gloomy voice.

"...There is no progress. If this continues, I guess I can only wait for death."

Baimao tapped the mask on his face: "That guy's tone is tight, but... Among the Knights of the Round Table, it is said that there are people who are very good at torture."

"If the plan set before is exposed, let alone counterattack, I am afraid that even the stronghold will be wiped out."