Buzzzzzz!
The clanging of armor and the waving of spears sounded in unison.
The sharp rustling sound made Qin Huai realize once again that this army had strict discipline. His heart, which had just been immersed in the joy of the 'harvest,' was pulled out of the quagmire.
At the same time, the heart-softening powder and hell dance poison had already slipped into his hands. In his heart, he began to frantically plan his escape route and how to distribute the ten pounds of poison in order to kill more people.
"What are you guys doing?! Take them back! Shut up!" Hao Chuanren shouted. His voice was like a tiger's roar that reverberated into the distance.
An expert! He was at least at the fifth refinement.
Buzzzzzz!
Only then did the surrounding soldiers stand still.
"Come, you two, please come in!"
Qin Huai followed Qi Yangbing into the tent and examined its layout.
