Chapter 377: Stop the War and Steal the Ship Part 3
Although I recognized his voice, I couldn't believe it.
Qin'er smiled broadly and pointed to the hidden woods on the river bank, "Over there."
"What...is he doing there?" Bai Mulin's expression became more and more surprised.
Could it really be him shouting?
Qin'er was too lazy to answer, and Chu Jia sighed in a moderate tone, "I really didn't expect Mr. Mo to be so energetic."
However, Mo Qingran is also a person who is reasonable and does not like to use force.
What's more, he was born with a beautiful face and a gentle manner. I really didn't expect that... it would be terrible to tear his face and fight!
Seeing that Chu Jia sighed so honestly, Bai Mulin couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In the woods far away, Mo Qingran, who was using his internal energy and shouting several times at the top of his lungs, was already feeling bitter.
Once thousands of years of Taoism are lost, the image of Cangzhou City will be ruined!
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The wide river filled with warships suddenly became lively.
The guards put down their boats one after another and searched everywhere for those who stole the military plane pictures and shouted to disturb the public.
But tonight is really weird.
The man who shouted was like a ghost in the river and could not be found.
What's more, he had no foresight and even told the governor that the military plane map had been stolen without the governor noticing.
Thinking of setting out for an expedition tomorrow, but not worshiping the God of the Crossing River beforehand, people felt anxious.
There were ten guards in each boat, and two torches were lit.
For a time, the surroundings of the main ship were brightly lit, and the firelight reflected on the river, creating orange-red sparkling waves.
The silent night is broken...
It was about the time when the people there were busy burning incense. Qin'er felt that it was almost done, so she said to Chu Jia, "You can let your people take action."
When Chu Jia heard this, his expression immediately became serious.
He took out a small bamboo piccolo from his waist, put it to his lips and played.
It could be seen that his fingertips were moving lightly but she didn't hear the sound. Bai Mulin became curious and reached out to touch the bamboo flute.
"Why didn't I hear the sound?" Could it be that there was something wrong with her ears?
Qin'er quickly grabbed her hand and said, "This is the code for sending messages to each other in their respective armies. The sound is mixed in the wind. Only your own people can understand the meaning. It's not that you can't hear it, it's that you haven't calmed down."