The feminine man gently shook the feather fan, and Qi Baoer's "eye" followed the movement of the feather fan and his heart was silent again and again.

Let’s not talk about the pleasant climate here all seasons, there is no need to fan at this time.

Lingnan is like spring all year round. The climate difference between Mucheng, the place closest to Lingnan, is not very different. It starts until June, and the heat will be from mid-June to mid-July, and then the temperature will slowly drop.

It's only early March now. If there is a thermometer, the most likely thing that shows is twenty to twenty-twenty-two degrees, and a fan with a hair?

Let’s talk about the feather fan itself. When it comes to the feather fan, in her impression, the feather fan is a sign of a great man. It is: after death, it is as beautiful as a god, it is resourceful, it is devoted to its whole life, it is planned and captured seven times, it is a 7-capture and seven-pinning boat, borrowing arrows from a straw boat, it is just a fumble, etc.

Anyway, in Qi Baoer's eyes, he was a figure like a god.

Whenever I see the feather fan, I will think of him.

And now, the guy below who is not yin and yang dares to use a feather fan to slap it in the 13-carat fan. That's why he doesn't feel happy no matter how he looks.

If Qi Baoer is upset, she will only make the other party even more upset.

His eyes gradually became cold.

The feminine man suddenly felt the coldness in the bone marrow on his back. For some reason, he couldn't slap the feather fan in his hand, and inexplicably felt a little prickly.

The so-called short and fat saint was still a curse in circles, but he was very skilled. The national curse that Qi Baoer knew was probably passed down from him.

Until the short and fat 'saint' was tired and thirsty, he stopped to drink water, the feminine man said slowly: "Saint calms down, I'm afraid that it's not because the Ghost King deceived the Saint, but that something might have happened on the Guitou Mountain."

After venting, the 'saint' had calmed down a lot. Out of trust in the military advisor, he put down his cup and calmed down a lot, asking: "How can I see it?"

The feminine man put down the feminine fan that felt something was wrong. "I used to cooperate with Lord Ghost King to pay for fifty children a month, but in the past six months, there were very few children among the victims, and they couldn't make up for this number. Lord Ghost King was dissatisfied."

Speaking of this, the feminine man's eyes slipped into the contemptuous light: He is still a ghost king, and he does things based on whether he wants or not. This fat man actually thought that the other party promised that he would help him with fifty children a month. The ghost king sold all his clothes to him?

It's really ridiculous.

It turns out that the mud cannot support the wall.

"How could he do this? He just helped him a few times."

Regarding the incredible 'saint', the feminine man raised his head and had a mask of helplessness on his face. "Sage, he is a ghost, even if he doesn't keep the promise, what can we do to him?"

It's really impossible. If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have been completely unafraid of the court's efforts to protect the disaster relief silver and grain teams.

It is said that if you should stop after one or two successful things, the military advisor advised him to stop, but he saw that he had sent another batch of "saints" who were larger than the previous two and who had easily succeeded twice, how could he bear it?!

Even now, the 'saint' was not afraid. He was already inflated and felt that even without the help of the Ghost King, he did not think that the nearly 100,000 church members he sent would fail. The reason why he had not come back yet should be that he had handed over the soldiers who escorted the disaster relief silver and grain, which delayed the time.

As for the fact that his men are almost all ordinary people, they can't beat well-trained soldiers one-on-one, so they can crush the number of people. Even if two people change to one person and three people change to one, he doesn't feel sorry for him.

In times of disaster, human life is the most expensive, and he can still attract more without him.

"Wait for two more days, if there is no news yet, I'll send someone out to inquire."

The feminine man took the feather back on the table and fanned it. He responded respectfully and said 'Yes' and then retreated all the way.

After leaving the door, he also gave the guards at the door considerately, "Go and invite Meiren Wang and Meiren Li to serve the 'saint'."

The guards didn't say anything, so they could not be more natural and then left.

Qi Baoer, who was watching this scene: "..."

Who is the real 'saint'?

Without paying attention to the "saint" in the house, Qi Baoer stared at the feminine man solemnly.

After he ordered the guards to enter the room next to the "Saint". Unlike the "Saint"'s house, which is not elegant but expensive, the man's house is very simple, so simple that except for a bed in the corner, there are only tables and chairs and two cages of pigeons in the corner.

After the feminine man entered the house and closed the door, he changed his calmness and ran to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a small note and blew it. He hurriedly walked towards the dove cage with the note, then grabbed a pigeon and tied the note to the dove feet, hiding the dove in its wide sleeve.

After finishing his clothes and going out, he returned to calm and slowly walked upwards, responding to the faces of the people coming and going, he could no longer see the urgency of being in the house.

The feminine man slipped back to the house as if he was inspecting or walking for a while. Except for Qi Baoer who was like a "plug-in" one, no one noticed that the dove inside his sleeve disappeared after he passed by a corner.

Qi Baoer was embarrassed to accept the clues delivered to her door.

He took out a whistle and called Hai Dongqing with beautiful fur. He hugged Hai Dongqing and flashed to the front of the direction where the pigeon flew. He pointed to Hai Dongqing and pointed at the pigeon that was flying forward. "Follow it, you will recruit a few more friends on the way. After the pigeon contacts the person, if there are only one, you continue to follow. If there are too many people, you can scatter and follow."

"Dieli~~"

——Just follow?

"Just follow."

Hai Dongqing nodded humanely, "Dieli."

——No problem, leave it to Benqing.

At this time, the pigeon had already flew over the head of the man and the green. Haidongqing no longer talked about it and spread its wings. However, it did not fly too fast, but it flew higher than the pigeon, and followed at a certain distance from the pigeon.

Seeing that this place was settled, Qi Baoer flashed back to the place she had just hidden.

Not long after she came, small rustling sounds came from the forest. As soon as she heard the sound, she knew that some animal was rubbing against the grass as she crawled forward like hunting in the forest.

His eyes lit up suddenly, it was the wolf pack coming.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, under the tree where Qi Baoer was hiding, Yinzai showed a little head out of the dense grass.

A childlike voice from Qi Baoer came from the mind of a child: "Master, the wolf pack is already in place."

Yes, Qi Baoer has made a contract with both Yinzai and Black Tiger King. The Black Tiger King now has its own name, Black Pearl.

Qi Baoer also replied to it in his mind: "Where is my father and the others?"

"Twelve has already informed us. The general is already in the team when we set off."

"Let the wolves wait a little longer, and we can do it together."

"learn."
Chapter completed!