Wuxianfu questioned Fang Lin with serious grievance. wWw.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.CoM Her eyes are bright and she looks like a big-eyed lolita in Japanese cartoons, quite innocent.
Fang Lin sighed helplessly. He said apologetically:
"Okay, I admit that what I did is a bit wronging you. This kind of sneaky thing is up to me, but before you leave, please put the contents of the big sack in your hand back to its original place, okay?"
It turned out that after entering the tent, Xuxiaofu's eyes shone with greed and intoxication. While talking, he magically took out a huge woven bag from behind - the kind of big plastic snakeskin bag that holds pig feed. The trade name, address, telephone number and fax of xx feed above are still vaguely visible.
While he was speaking, he had already quickly picked up the bag with his left hand, and started picking through Zhang Liao's luggage with his right hand. Zhang Liao had arrived at the camp not long ago, and many things had not yet been unpacked and unpacked. Wuxianfu was very bad at throwing worthless things everywhere, and many of Zhang Liao's treasures were thrown away by Wuxianfu. Thrown everywhere. And when this sly-looking guy mentioned the four words "secret business". The bottom half of the huge woven bag has bulged.
The lie was exposed by the master to his face. Craftsman Fu was suddenly shocked and said:
"Master. How do you pull it with your left hand?"
Fang Lin said lightly:
"I can't die."
Wuxian Fuyi said angrily:
"Since the master is unable to use his left hand, then I will live on the emperor's salary. It is a matter of loyalty to the emperor. I will reluctantly make an exception and do a bad thing today."
While the chatter was moving, his subordinates were even more non-stop. There was only a continuous sound of splashing. Wuxiaofu has found Zhang Liao's savings. The copper coins inside were drooled directly from his saliva. Fang Lin poured silver and other stuff into his big woven bag and the holes were formed inside. Fang Lin snorted coldly and said:
"Help me do my business first! Time is running out. After you find a book called Historical Records, I won't care about you until you finish packing the treasures in it - of course, it must be within a limited time, and you won't wait if it's late."
At this time, the entire Cao Jun camp was in chaos. Thick smoke was everywhere. Zhang Liao was closely pursued by Zhao Yun, who was holding a green sword. The terrifying figure with fluttering blue shirt chased him elegantly and calmly. Once there is someone on the road who is not afraid of death, Cao Jun dares to block the front. The sword light immediately surged. At most, they can only block him for a few seconds. After all, this is a serious casualty barracks. All Cao's capable troops were on the front line.
The most terrifying thing is that after the Qinghong Sword is stained with blood, its power increases within tens of seconds. It can be said that the more people are killed in a short period of time, the stronger the power will be. Otherwise, no matter how strong Zhao Yun is, he will not be able to fight in and out among millions of Cao's troops.
It is precisely because of Changshan Zhao Zilong's reputation that Cao Jun's fighting spirit is so low. Because they first witnessed Zhao Yun's terrifying combat power, and then they couldn't help but think: When we were at Changbanpo, millions of people didn't surround this god of murder. Just rely on the heavy troops and the wounded at present. Then it wasn't free to run up there? What's more, there were people arranged by Fang Lin in advance to cooperate in setting fires and causing trouble in the camp
Zhang Liao was also suffering from the pain in his heart. His strength was not far behind Zhao Yun, but the only difference was in the weapons! If he was given a chance to take a few breaths and bandage his wounds. Taking out the spare weapon, it may not be possible to stop Zhao Yun, but the soldiers around him are scattered in the camp. Three of his own generals also died in the battle, scattered under a cloud of sand. No one came out to help him get this chance to breathe!
Therefore, Cao's army that besieged Butcher was initially more than twenty, but when Zhao Yun counterattacked, it was immediately reduced to fifteen or six. Once Zhang Liao escaped, he only had seven or eight left. After all the generals ran away, why are they still here to die? After the two captains of Cao's army under Fang Lin's control rushed to die with the enemy... only two were left. These two didn't want to leave, but were entangled by the vicious butcher. They couldn't leave! So Fang Lin and Wuxiaofu searched the tent arbitrarily, as if they were ransacking a house, but there was still no one to disturb them, so they could work with peace of mind.
However, Zhang Liao's things were turned upside down - Xiafu filled two large feed packaging bags - and he still couldn't find the fragmentary pages of historical records that Fang Lin wanted. Fang Lindi's face darkened, and he secretly wondered whether Zhang Liao really carried the importance of loving books to his chest while he was recovering from his injuries? The quality of the paper at this time was definitely not good. Bumping back and forth and folding twice, a general like Zhang Liao who is about to fight must have a lot of exercise. I am a sweaty person again. Wouldn’t it be a waste to turn two more pages
At this time, Wuxiaofu was hesitant to speak but hesitated. Fang Lin saw his appearance. I know that this guy has an extremely keen sense of smell for treasures - to be precise, all valuable things. Like a dog to a bone. Maybe he found some key clues, so he immediately said with great joy:
"Have you discovered anything? Tell me quickly. There will be rewards for telling!"
Wuxiaofu heard the word "reward". His eyes lit up. After looking at Fang Lin, he shrank his head and said timidly:
"Master, please promise not to scold me first.
Fang Linqi said:
"What did I scold you for?"
Wuxiaofu was unusually stubborn and insisted:
"You agreed first."
"Okay, I promise not to scold you." Fang Lin said speechlessly.
The wretched Fu whispered:
"Well... I remember that adults usually go to bed once a day..."
Fang Lin was listening attentively. Suddenly, he said this sentence in a wretched way. He almost didn't fall over. He shouted in shame:
"Hey! I told you to get down to business!"
Wuxian Fu was so frightened that his head shrank. What he feared most was that his master would leave him alone in his "hometown". He said aggrievedly:
"I'm just talking about business."
Fang Lin took a few deep breaths and was shaking with anger. He said very speechlessly:
"Okay. Go on."
Wuxian Fu stood far away from Fang Lin, hiding behind the two large bags of people's cream he had collected, but then he ran out and stood in front of the sacks, timidly saying:
"When adults go to the tub, it takes more than half an hour each time..."
Fang Lin now had enough mental endurance to listen to Wuxian Fu's words without expression.
"You're so young, it's definitely not constipation."
Fang Lin's face turned blue...
"So. It should be while sitting on the toilet and doing other things."
Hearing these words, Fang Lin's expression immediately changed! But it was not embarrassment, but ecstasy! He immediately said decisively:
"I understand what you mean. Zhang Liao probably likes to read books when he goes to the big room! As a senior general, he must have a clean bucket!"
Wuxiao Fu, who was familiar with the layout of military accounts during the Three Kingdoms period, immediately led Fang Lin to the small tent next to it. There was a clean bucket (which was the toilet in ancient times. Of course, it didn't have its own water pumping function. That elite Japanese place One of the tasks is to empty it and wash it with water...) There is a small table next to the clean bucket floor. There is an open book on it.
Fang Lin took a deep breath. It was obvious that Zhang Liao came here to empty the inventory in his stomach after recovering from his injuries. However, he was forced to call it a day due to the extremely urgent military situation. Come out and take charge of the overall situation. In a hurry, there was no time to put away my love book... ．Fang Lin's fingers touched the cover of the book, and the nightmare mark immediately sent a message:
"You have obtained a D-level golden prop: Historical Records (unidentified). This prop is a unique item in the Three Kingdoms world. It can only be obtained from Zhang Liao. When carrying it, it will reduce the chance of obtaining the key land by 1%. After use, it can temporarily increase 20 points of physical strength. . Lasts for 600 seconds. Number of uses: 3/3. Use cooling time, 12 hours. After the number of uses is completed, you must return to the nightmare space to recharge. Can be exchanged for 5000 points/50 potential points.
Item description: This old book was written by Sima Qian. Zhang Liao copied it from Cao Cao's handwriting. I wrote a lot of thoughts on it while reading. Unfortunately, the handwriting is too sloppy. Unreadable. Zhang Liao loved it very much.
Note: The property of this item is unidentified. It is likely that equipment requirements will increase after identification. Please proceed with caution.
It is worth mentioning that. The three words (unidentified) were in red. Fang Lin found out through the nightmare mark inquiry that this meant that the appraisers in the I-Ding world could not identify it at present, so he directly brought the wretched over. The craftsman Fu Na went over and looked up and down, left and right. He was about to speak with a troubled expression when Fang Lin, who knew him very well, said bluntly:
"There is a bonus for identification."
Xuxiaofu immediately took it with a smile on his face, and Fang Lin was actually sweating - he still owed Xiaofu tens of thousands of points when he changed jobs. At present, the old debts have not been paid off, and new debts have been owed. Fortunately, Wuxianfu has not given him any usury such as eight out and fourteen returns... . So I can only recite a few famous quotes from the real world in my heart: It is the uncle who owes money. It is the uncle who owes money... . ．