The reporter was disappointed: "If you don't believe it, I'll take my mother away first."
"I still feel that the man surnamed Guo will not be rampant for long." The shopkeeper muttered, "Oh, what is the origin of this person? Where did such a madman appear and such a force? I have never heard of it before!"
The diner interrupted: "Guo Baiyu is a general of the Yao Kingdom, Shan Zezhong, who has fought against Luodian people and several small tribes in the north. He heard that he is very powerful. Shan Zezhong was defeated and killed, so he
He escaped from Yao Kingdom with his remnants, probably because he came here to find a place to stay and threaten the soldiers to respect themselves."
Guo Baiyu could not beat other soldiers in China, so he went to the Flash Plain to occupy a piece of territory.
"Remnant?" The person who reported the news shook his head, "I heard that his army was strong and powerful, with a large number of people, and it didn't look like a remnant."
The diner retorted: "Then have you seen the real elite army?"
Of course there was nothing left. The reporter looked him up and down: "Who are you? Have you seen it?"
"I've seen it, I'm from Yao."
This diner is Fan Shuang.
The reporter smiled and said, "Yao Kingdom has been destroyed, so where is there any 'Yao Kingdom' now?"
Fan Shuang pursed her lips tightly.
Yes, the demise of the Kingdom of Yao only lasted overnight, and Yao Ren still cannot accept this fact.
A year ago, Yaoguo was clearly the richest, most stable and happiest country on the Shinjin Plain;
A year ago, how did he think that his life would be upside down?
The former master suddenly became a people who were destroyed.
The shopkeeper interrogated: "The real elite is the Black Armor Army, which is not the Yao Army? I saw it with my own eyes when the Black Armor Army passed by Miancheng. That momentum, tsk, so powerful!"
Fan Shuang immediately said: "I have been by his side for several months, the leader of the Black Armor Army," he said.
Both of them laughed: "Just blow it."
What they are talking about is the reincarnated dragon god!
What kind of blessing does this kid accumulate to be with the Dragon God?
"Really." There was a silver wood order in Fan Shuang's arms. It was made of silver paint with utensils and painted with silver paint. The word "Fan" was written. The holder of this sign was deeply loved by Yangshan Chamber of Commerce.
Dear guest.
Of course, Fan Shuang will not be so stupid that she will show her token on the spot.
The person who reported the news poured cold water on him: "What about the Emperor Jiuyou and the Black Armored Soldiers? When we need them to save them the most, what about them?"
A voice of impatient sound suddenly sounded behind him: "I stretched my head all day long and waited for someone to save me. Have you broken your hands or your legs broken? Can't take up your weapons or you can't walk? I don't defend my hometown myself, and I'll have some trouble.
I want to apply oil to the soles of my feet, but I blame the Black Armor Army for not coming to save you. Hey, does the Dragon God and the Black Armor Army owe you?"
When Fan Shuang turned around, the diner on the other table happened to face him.
The man was thin, with his mouth and eyes drooping, and he looked a little gloomy. He had ordered a bowl of vegetarian noodles earlier. During the conversation between the three of them, he had been eating it in a slight way and focused on his mind. It turned out that he always listened.
When he raised his eyes, Fan Shuang felt that his eyes were like a wolve, as if he was about to pounce on him and tear Fan Shuang into pieces at any time.
Fan Shuang subconsciously swallowed her saliva.
The person who reported the news was also numb by this man's scalp and reluctantly argued: "Who can we win with just a few people like Miancheng? If Guo Baiyu really comes, who can withstand him?"
Fan Shuang retorted: "If you don't fight, you have to fight. Can you just let him rob it for nothing?"
The person who reported the news turned his eyelids: "Speak lightly! Yao Kingdom is fighting every day, why don't you stay? How come you know you want to run away?"
Fan Shuang was speechless.
I remember that when he was on a mission to Shijin, he was so clever and elegant about talking and laughing, but now he was speechless by a rural citizen.
"You run away, he runs away, no wonder they will leave their hometown in the end!" The man who sneered, "If there are cowards like you in the city and the countryside, the Dragon God can't save him even if he comes!"
Seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, the shopkeeper quickly smoothed out:
"Slowly, Yundong's Luofengtan was also occupied by Guo Baiyu. Can the owner of Yundong City agree? Since Yundong is rich, their troops should be not bad."
The reporter rolled his eyelids: "Then I don't know. Otherwise, you go and call him to send troops?"
The shopkeeper was choked by him and changed the subject in an instant: "When talking about Yao Kingdom, I heard that a general named Chen died?"
Fan Shuang nodded: "General Chen Chuihua and General Chen were defeated and killed in Yansongpo."
"Who is the boss in Yaodi now?"
"Bai Tan." Fan Shuang felt a little sad when he said this name, and gritted his teeth, "He killed the king and killed all the royal families. Once General Chen died, the entire Yao Kingdom belonged to him."
Why do traitors have a good ending? The way of heaven is unfair!
"Looking at how you are, you have escaped from Yaodi soon?" The newsman said strangely, "What are you running away? Is Bai Tan not good to you?"
"He is nicknamed 'Tu Bancheng'. Do you think he is good to us?" Fan Shuang said this with a cold face, turned to ask the shopkeeper, "Are the dishes I ordered ready?"
The shopkeeper entered the kitchen and in a blink of an eye he brought out a tray with four dishes and one soup on it, and asked the pavilion's to deliver it.
Fan Shuang also followed behind and went upstairs, but suddenly felt something while walking on the two stairs. She turned around and looked—
The noodle-eating man also looked at him, his eyes as if he was thinking about something.
Being stared at by such eyes as looking at fish meat, Fan Shuang shivered secretly and quickly walked upstairs to return to the room.
At the last glance, he noticed that the man lost a thumb on his left hand.
The Fan couple woke up and were tired as soon as they woke up. Fan Shuang's mother, Mrs. Wang, had just finished washing up. Looking at the food delivered by her friend, she picked up the bowl and ate it so delicious.
To be honest, what good dishes can be cooked in this small shop are much worse than what you cook at home. The fish is half burnt, and the vegetable oil used has a scent of smell.
Chops can also be eaten frequently from rice.
In the past, Mrs. Wang not only did not move her chopsticks, but she would also call the chef to scold her. The Fan family's foundation is not thick in Tianshui City, but she is also an official in her big and small. She can also send Fan Shuang to Lingxu City to study.
The minimum requirement for food is to have both color, fragrance and taste, and the ingredients are fresh.
During the months of hiding and escaping, Mrs. Wang's temples grew a lot of white hair and more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Fan Shuang felt sad when she saw it, and she swallowed silently when she said something.
No matter how bright the news is, let my mother finish her meal first.
Fan's father also took a few bites: "Why don't you move your chopsticks?"
In the past month, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have become deeper.
Fan Shuang could only say, "I'm not hungry."
Mrs. Wang said while eating: "How far is it from Huancheng?"
Fan Shuang felt very upset: "It's about forty miles away."
"After a meal, I will accompany you to the street to buy new clothes. This one on your body is old, full of dust, and the others seem to have been stained with blood." Mrs. Wang said disgusted, "Although we are here to join us.
Chapter completed!