Zuo Shidu frowned and looked over it, muttering to himself. Judging from the ink marks, it should have been prepared a long time ago. There were many people's signatures on it, as well as Huaisha's name. However, these people's names seemed to have been copied by others.

As I pulled the writing, the bloodstains were fresh. What happened? If someone deliberately arranged it, could it be that this was an arranged murder?

While he was thinking about it, Huaisha jumped to a high place and raised his voice: "Brothers told me that our Python Army has a rule. Newcomers need to say hello to everyone first and say goodbye to the mountain. Yi Huaisha is not talented.

, it’s a little late to pay my respects to you all. I don’t know, who else would like to pay homage to Huaisha?”

Yi Huaisha's white casual clothes have long turned into red and black, and his long hair is messy. He stands in the strong wind and dances randomly, as if he is a Shura who has jumped out of hell. The fighting power of the Jiao people should not be underestimated, and people can't help but admire it. That year outside Nanyang City

The bloody battle is not just a legend!

Sharp eyes swept over everyone in turn, and those who were looked at stepped back one after another. There was a sound of "checking" in the field. There were some ungrateful people who were eager to try, but were frightened back by the blood all over the ground. Since midnight last night

Yi Huaisha had killed more than 30 people by now. The smell in the tent was overwhelming, and those who were in poor health would have run back and vomited.

Zuo Shidu looked at the scene, said nothing, and raised his head slightly.

The crowd was silent for a moment. Suddenly, someone shouted: "Master Marquis, we listen to you."

"Yes! I listen to you."

"We're going with you!"

The sounds one after another merged into a noisy river, and Huai Sha was like a general standing on the river bank, with an arrogant and proud smile on his lips.

Bian Xi snorted softly, Huaisha's eyes quickly turned around, and the crowd suddenly became quiet. Yes, in this world of the jungle, it not only depends on whether you can kill, but also whether you can be killed.

Huaisha said: "As for Mr. Bian, this kind of appointment is not something Huaisha can interfere with. I'm going to train my troops. I'm leaving!"

Zuo Shidu opened his mouth, watched Huaisha get on his horse, and closed his mouth again. He turned to look at Bian Xi, smiled, went up and put his arm around his shoulders and said: "Master Bian, it is Master Wan Qiyan's wish to sell it anyway."

A bit of face." Bian Xi's face changed so quickly that he was at a loss as to what to do. The meaning seemed to have taken another U-turn. Could it be that it was just because of Yi Huaisha's anger that it was inconvenient for General Zuo to help him.

Seeing him looking at him suspiciously, Shidu said: "Of course I still have to stay. Keep it for now and give it according to the treatment of the deputy governor. For the specific formal appointment, can't I get a formal document when I return to the court?

.Sigh, Mr. Wanqi is well versed in our dynasty’s system, why did he create such a big loophole this time?” He shook his head and said, “Let’s go, I’ll calm down my brother’s shock.”

With that said, he walked towards the red tent. He picked out a few outstanding-looking ones and left Bian Xi alone. When he came out of the tent, Shidu called to the mother in charge and asked, "Do you have any medicine here?"

"Ah? What kind of medicine does the governor want?" Mom asked flatteringly, her brows showing shrewdness.

Zuo Shidu curled his lips towards the tent in disgust and said: "He's half dead and can't get out of bed for three days. I want the medicine he didn't dare to ask for when he was 'happy' in the end!"

Mom smiled knowingly: "No problem! Don't worry, Governor, I have an old lady who will ensure your satisfaction!"

"It's not me, it's him!"
Chapter completed!