Chapter 46 You really don’t consider the proposal I gave you?

Author: Gong Le

Chapter 46 You really don’t consider the proposal I gave you?

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The priest's eyes became cold again.

"How could this be!"

"If I remember correctly, the great witch will transfer money and food to the township soldiers every year. Why do the township soldiers have no food? Hum?"

As the priest finished speaking, the black and white striped snake also spitted the snake's nod to the tribe leader and approached the tribe leader again.

He could almost feel the cold snake's sensation touching his skin.

Shangxi has been stable for too many years. The so-called training of rural soldiers has never been used to use them. Every year, the money and food will be sent directly to the clan leader's house.

I have never been exceptional for so many years, but I have lived in peace.

Who would have thought that an accident happened this time! But this epidemic, locust plague, and rebellion followed one after another, caught him off guard, and everything was too sudden.

But the most important thing is that Gu Jingzhao knew evil deeds! It was because he had evil deeds that he sent more than 300 people but lost in a terrible way.

The patriarch defended: "Sir, it's really because of this natural disaster. This epidemic is serious and the locust plague is even more serious. If you don't give out money and food to help the villagers, the entire Shangxi River will probably have been ruined long ago."

"I'm really a last resort."

The priest didn't believe his words at all, and clenched his fists secretly and paused: "Have I ever said that the money and food for raising soldiers must not be moved! Even if the sky falls, the money must be spent on the heads of the village soldiers!"

The patriarch was sweating in cold sweat.

He could feel that the priest was really angry.

"I, I know I'm wrong. Please forgive me, priest, and I promise this is the last time, and there is no next time!"

The priest was furious. If it weren't for his greed that the village soldiers had no power to fight, how could Gu Jingzhao still be free and slander the reputation of the Great Witch Priest!

The priest's sinister voice paused, "Since you are wrong, you will be punished!"

He held the patriarch's shoulder heavily and suddenly exerted force.

"ah!"

The patriarch's screams came from the camp.

Several village soldiers hurried in. The patriarch fell to the ground, his face and lips were pale, his white beard could not stop trembling, and only a piece of empty sleeves remained in his left hand.

Blood kept flowing, and the left arm with a neat broken mouth was placed flat on the ground. The big snake with black and white patterns slowly crawled from his neck toward the broken arm, spitting out the snake's letter, as if it had seen some delicious food.

The village soldiers who came in were shocked and looked pale, but they did not dare to make a sound.

The priest Youran got up and took a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hands, and glanced at the few people coldly: "Take the clan leader to bandage."

One person immediately stepped forward to support the patriarch, and the other was about to pick up the broken left arm.

But the snake was entrenched on the broken arm and vomited a snake's letter at him, as if it was swearing sovereignty. This broken arm belongs to it!

The man had to turn his eyes to the priest, but the priest didn't seem to have planned to return the broken arm.

He didn't dare to say much, so he hurriedly left the camp with the other people.

When Jing Zhao arrived, the blood in the tent had just been cleared, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Jing Zhao didn't care much, and his eyes were attracted by the black and white snake as soon as he entered the door.

The snake's belly was obviously just full. It was lazy on a shelf at the priest's hand, staring at Jing Zhao and An Nanhuai with cold eyes.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly. He had never had a good impression of a creature like a snake, not to mention that it was the snake that almost bit him.

The priest was more happy than the first time he saw him.

He waved his hand and greeted, "Sit."

Jing Zhao was not polite, and sat at the farthest place from the snake.

"I don't want to have a puzzle with you." The priest went straight to the point, "Gu Jingzhao, I admit that you are a very capable person. If you just let you stay in this small place in Xiaxi, it's really a plea. I'll give you a condition. How about you go to Shangxi to be the patriarch of the Min'an clan?"

Jing Zhao raised his eyebrows, are you planning to recruit him?

Jing Zhao coughed lightly and said, "Sir, to be honest, your conditions are not tempting to me. Not to mention the patriarch, even if I let the great witch give way, I may not be willing to do it when I go to the great witch."

He held his hands and raised his head proudly.

The priest narrowed his eyes, "Don't be shameless!"

Jing Zhao curled his lips: "You are wrong. Since the god of heaven allows me to be his messenger, if I don't take it, it will be a loss of price."

His eyes turned and continued, "By the way, priest, you still have one hundred... how many numbers are there?" Jing Zhao asked An Nanhuai.

An Nanhuai replied: "Ninety-nine soldiers, a general, he said his name is Aqina, and he is the number one warrior of Baiyue."

Jing Zhao nodded: "Sir, you, the No. 100 soldier, are still visiting Xiaxi. I think all the visitors are guests, so I have been treating you delicious food and drinks. When will you withdraw, I can hand over these friends to you."

"Retreat?" The priest was playing with these two words from Jing Zhao.

He waved his hand, and the black and white snake crawled back to his arm, leaning its triangle head against his tiger's mouth, looking at Jing Zhao lazily.

Jing Zhao was a little bored. He frowned slightly and his body couldn't help but retreat a little. The snake gave him a very bad feeling.

The priest gently tapped the snake's head twice, and he looked at Jing Zhao with a smile.

"You really don't think about the proposal I gave you?"

Jing Zhao hugged his hands and chuckled: "You really don't consider the suggestion I gave you?"

He returned the words to the priest intact.

The priest instantly shrank the smile on his face and his eyes instantly subsided, "It seems that we have nothing to talk about!"

"Come!"

The moment he waved his hand, dozens of township soldiers and witches appeared outside the camp.

Jing Zhao also calmed his eyes. He sat in his seat quietly, holding the wine bottle in front of him, and gently stroked the bronze edge with his fingers.

"It seems that the priest doesn't care so much about Aqina's life or death." Jing Zhao raised his eyelids coldly, and the powerful suppression force on his body burst out instantly, saying word by word: "I don't mind death, and I feel very honored that there are so many people who are buried with me."

The priest's eyes darkened three times again.

"You threaten me."

"Don't dare." Jing Zhao chuckled, "You are a priest protected by the gods. Isn't it equivalent to threatening the gods?"

"However, I am also an envoy who is blessed by the gods. If you kill me, it is equivalent to provoking the gods."

Jing Zhao watched the priest's face gradually become ugly, but his tone was still faint:

"Sir, as I said, it is the best result for you and me. As long as you withdraw your troops immediately, I promise that a hundred of your subordinates will be returned intact. You have no reason to refuse such a good deal, you said, right?"
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