After all this, Bai Qi's loyalty was not only to Da Qin, but also to Da Xia and to this land.

He is just a Daxia person living on this land and fighting for it.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was no longer separated from this era.

He looked at Lin Fan and the few people who came up with Lin Fan, and the feeling of loneliness gradually disappeared.

Although they spanned thousands of years, they had already fought side by side.

We are all Daxia people living on this land who are fighting for this land.

They are ancestors, descendants, and brothers!

"From now on, please call me Scythe of Daxia." Bai Qi smiled fiercely: "For Daxia, I am willing to be a sickle again!"

A Daxia sickle!

A god-killing scythe!

After thinking about this, Bai Qi was no longer so depressed. Instead, he was like a curious baby: "By the way, it took hundreds of years for my country, the Qin Dynasty, to fall..."

Lin Fan said complexly: "In the fourteenth year, just after the death of the First Emperor, the second generation died."

Bai Qi stopped talking again and fell into despair again...

Zhang Chengfeng on the side finally couldn't help but said: "You'd better stop irritating him. I'm afraid if you chat with him a few more words, he will die here on the spot..."

And at this time.

Blood Demon King Hu and Gong Shuming, who were squeezed into the small ammunition compartment with Lin Fan, couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother, please stop talking. Can you let me drain its blood first?"

"Commander, after Wang Hu drains the blood of this blood bat, can I also transform it into a combat puppet?"
Chapter completed!