Generals and Puppet Emperors

Chapter 53 Part 3

Half a month later, I saw Miss Zeqi's sister.

At that time, I was already a useless person, I couldn't see Aman, and people who could write letters but didn't deliver them couldn't convey a message that I was safe and sound.

My eyes were glazed over, as if I had expected the news of my "death" to spread.

I inquired about a lot of things from Miss Zeqi. Of course, her attitude towards me was still not friendly. Instead, she faced a group of rough guys, as if the ice beauty had melted.I committed crimes against the wind against her unkind eyes, and I did not know how many times I said in my heart that it was a discrimination.

I have someone at home, okay?

Don't care about the colorful world outside!

The incident included that when she went to the soldier's cemetery when she was herding sheep, it had already been cleaned up very cleanly, but the blood that seeped into the ground could not be erased.She analyzed it based on the subtle differences in color between it and other soils.

Someone took care of the battlefield.

And they will definitely not be able to find the bodies of me, He Lan, and others, so the message sent back should be missing rather than a bright death sign.

But this is not at all relaxing.

Missing, to put it bluntly, is death without a body.

It is impossible for Aman to believe that I am dead casually.

After all, an agreement is a very important thing.

Both me and Aman know what a solemn agreement it is.Obviously there is no power factor involved, and there is no brocade silk, satin, gold, silver and treasure as bargaining chips, but it has a charm that is as heavy as Mount Tai.

However, Aman may have to wait for a long time.

I blinked my eyes depressedly, and suddenly regretted why I didn't find some like-minded partners for Aman.Aman is naturally very popular, but she always maintains a friendly attitude with those people, and she is not really a bad friend at all.

In every sense, people always open everything to their best friend, and with a good friend, people often only want to share happiness and pleasant things with him.

The prefix of a good word is very important.

When I saw Miss Zeqi's sister, my injury was only four or five points healed.

Her sister's name is Zewu, and I occasionally wonder why it is not Zeyi or Ze'er. This doubt, together with the long list of family surnames attached to their names, is summarized as the strange names of foreigners.Well.There is no inconsistency at all.

I am really very unlucky.

To say that Miss Zeqi is a wild horse does not mean that she cannot be steered.Then her elder sister is the king of roses with thorns from the thorns. The green leaves decorate her whole body with fresh and tender colors, but she can't get close to this bright and poisonous rose.Zewu's skin is very white, even though she has been galloping on the prairie for a long time, the scorching sun can't dry her beauty, her lips are as red as blood, that kind of burning red that can be seen from a distance but cannot be seen. Blasphemy.

Very aggressive beauty.

Although it doesn't fit my aesthetics, I have to admit that most of the beauties I meet seem to be more distinctive than each other.

In front of others, this is a gluttonous feast, a proof of the abundance of good luck.In front of me...?

An annoying thing that's fucking trying to "trick" me into betrayal.

Let alone these people are not very in line with my aesthetics, no matter how much they are in line with my taste, it is impossible for me to have any crooked thoughts.

All the beauties are bones in the end, but Aman will always be beautiful in my heart.

There is no one better looking than Aman.

I worry all the time that someone is coveting Aman's beauty. It's really annoying. I can't eat and can't sleep.

The meeting with Miss Zewu was uneventful.

But my face is probably pale now, there is no way, my face used to be dark and resolute, but too much blood loss will always bring me some sequelae, the loss of energy and blood makes me more and more close to a kind of facial Man, boy.

But I don't know if it's because of the disharmony in the aura or what, the two sisters always seem to like to regard me as an imaginary enemy.

For example now.

I was very distressed as I watched Miss Zewu put her arms around Miss Zeqi's waist and kissed her. This posture was like a thunderbolt, and I could hear the sound of sucking/sucking and biting, really Do not see or listen to what is right or wrong, it is a completely red-faced restricted/restricted picture.

He Lan, the boy/zi/chicken, looks like he wants to rush out of the door.

In broad daylight is really offensive.

I suddenly feel sad.

——I also want to insult my public morals.

How I want to play kiss/suck/suck games with Aman.

Press Aman on the bed and hey/hey or something.

Play with props/whatever.

It's really very sad, I'm still a dog until now.