He was very wronged.

The fire is blazing, and the tongue of fire gently licks the food.

The air expands due to the scorching of flames, the air flows, and the heat waves roll.

The Lord of Two Five Hundreds finally looked at the granary unwillingly and reluctantly, and turned around: "Okay, kill me."

The Qin Bing beside him could not wait to send the crying noble boy to his family to reunite with one sword.

The Qin soldiers were indeed a little sympathetic.

They can have mercy on those who suffer as much as they do.

They can also wish those who live the same life as them a good life they don’t dare to think about.

But they had no sympathy or mercy for this noble man.

There will be no wishes.

Their most sincere emotion is - a sword.

The sword cuts the throat.

The sword cuts off life.

...

"It's still early, sit down and eat something." Han Fei heard the people beside him say this.

Then, a bowl was stuffed into his hand.

Chen Ju sat beside him, huddling with food: "Sorry, it was my problem before, I can take you to see President Li tomorrow."

"It's okay." Han Fei whispered.

He was so tired.

It has been four days since I followed Chen Ju into this Anlu County.

During these four days, the two of them did not go to see Li Si, but just participated in the construction in the city.

Han Fei wanted to curse at first.

But he saw the Qin people push down the already good house and re-lay the foundation and then build the house.

He also saw these people dig a canal to drain water, and saw them cooking meat porridge in a large pot for dinner.

This is a strange thing that Han Fei has never seen or heard of.
Chapter completed!