Fei Ying saw the words, a chill suddenly rose in his heart for no reason.

The cold light is in the bones.

He deeply remembered the soldier who was short but extremely tough and slightly vulgar in his heart.

Killing a tiger... Does such a person really exist?

And he sacrificed his life to fight the tiger for others.

Feiying only felt dreamy.

He stood up for a while and slowly exited the house with open doors.

Then he found that Long and others had already scattered and entered the houses on both sides of the road to check.

Fei Ying's heart moved and asked, "The houses on both sides of the road will not be inside..."

"All of them." The soldier who led the way nodded: "They are our comrades and the warriors who walked before us."

Fei Ying's cheeks twitched: "The guy named Ling inside just now - he was the one who killed the tiger!"

The rest of the houses seemed to have no gap with his house.

It won't...

"Yes, although Ling is shorter, her courage is not inferior to anyone!" The soldier said proudly, as if he was honored.

Feiying dared not think about it.

After staying for a while, he walked towards another house next to him.

Pushing open the door, a "person" with a smile on his face squatted on the ground, looking very rude, a sword lying on his knees, holding a chicken leg in his hand, making the move to eat.

Trance.

Feiying seemed to see someone laughing and picking up a freshly baked chicken leg, and sending it to his mouth, opening his mouth to bite.

And the next moment, his whole body frozen and turned into a statue.

His life, posture, and flesh are fixed at this moment.

Because the craftsmanship of the statue is so excellent, Fei Ying even felt that this was not a clay figurine, but more like the witchcraft performed by King Zheng of Qin that exceeded people's imagination, and turned a living person into a clay sculpture.

Fei Ying lowered her head.

There is also a wooden sign next to this person.

[All of them are from Xianyang, born on September 22, 51st year of King Zhaoxiang. In the seventh year of the king, Wang Jian attacked Han, killed nine people from Chu, five people from Wei, and four people from Han.]

[In Chu, he helped the Chu people 19; lived in Wei, he helped the common people in Wei build houses and plant grain; when he arrived in Han, he built short canals.]

[Returning to Qin, when the rebellion was met, the king ordered to attack him, and then rushed to the battlefield, but was killed by Eleven, and was destroyed.]

【Dead on February 29, 2018.】

[On the day the magistrate is completed, you will enter the Daling.]

The information is simple and there is nothing to understand.

But Feiying couldn't understand at all.

A soldier needs to record his killing? Why did he list so many words separately to introduce someone to help?

Is this the order of King Qin?

What exactly does he want to do?

Fei Ying was a little thirsty and suddenly felt that he might have underestimated the king he had never met before.

The person who carries the "sacred value" of Qin today... Yes, there should always be something extraordinary to carry such things...

Fei Ying's scalp was numb and she hurriedly stepped out.

When I went out, I saw Long and others joking with the soldiers leading the way.

Long and others didn't know much about literacy, so they thought they couldn't understand the words on the wooden sign, so they were not confused or surprised at all...

Fei Ying comforted himself like this, and squeezed a fake smile on his face, trying to integrate into the atmosphere.

"Are you finished reading?" The soldiers winked.

They are also illiterate, so they should not understand too much.

Feiying cold eyes.

"I've finished watching." Feiying found that his voice seemed very dry.

It's like the dryness of a dull saw wood.

"How?" the soldier showed off: "I made that move, and I was most familiar with them in the past, so when the craftsman asked me to choose a posture he liked most, I chose the one he ate chicken legs."

Feiying couldn't speak anymore.

"In this way, he can eat chicken legs that last for a hundred or a thousand years!"

"Very good." Feiying nodded, for a while, and repeated: "Very good."

The soldiers in front of them did not know the meaning of the word "taken".

The world is long, and such a warrior is just asking for a chicken leg.

The Qin Wangzheng gave them so much, it is no wonder that he was able to become the contributor to the "sacred values" of these people.

Feiying is more confident about his betting.

But at the same time, his plans for the future were completely torn apart.

They continued walking and soon walked to a house that was only slightly larger than ordinary houses.

This house looks like a newly built, simple wooden house, with a bunch of people waiting quietly in front of the door.

A group of people, who were obviously anxious, had no sound at all, and showed a deadly silence.

Fei Ying saw this and knew that this was probably the residence of His Majesty the King of Qin.

"You wait." The little official who led the way gave Fei Ying and others instructions, then walked forward.

The group of rich or noble people around the house bowed politely when they saw the minor officials.

Fei Ying smacks her tongue.

Soon, the door of the wooden house opened, and a tall and thin man walked out of the house, looked at Fei Ying and his group, and whispered: "You ten, come in, your Majesty will meet you."

"Which." Feiying immediately saluted and walked forward.

When passing by the luxuriously dressed people waiting in front of the house, Fei Ying subconsciously glanced at him.

Most of them don't know, but some...

Interesting, these old foxes!

Fei Ying calmed down and walked into the house.

"Xianyang grass people Fei Ying, pay homage to Your Majesty."

Feiying is in good manner according to etiquette.

Behind Feiying, nine soldiers were standing there. Long stared at the person sitting at the table and looked at him again and again, then breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "It's really His Majesty the King of Qin."

As soon as he said this, the nine-minded soldiers saluted to the King of Qin.

King Zheng of Qin looked at the ten people stuffed the house and asked straight to the point: "Fei Ying, is he the concubine's son of Wei Zhuang's family? Have he inherited his clan?"

"Back to Your Majesty, no." Fei Ying lowered his head, not daring to look at the person in front of him.

He knows me!

What a terrible thing this is.

Feiying himself knew that his apparent identity was just a businessman who came to speculate.

However, as the lord of a country, the King of Qin could actually know his family background.

Was it because his information was exposed, or in the past two moments of his arrival, King Qin had already figured out his details from scratch?

Fei Ying didn't dare to think about it, but just pressed his head lower.

The body trembled involuntarily.

Ying Zheng looked down and was a little disappointed. He turned to the nine soldiers and said, "Okay, don't stay with me anymore. There are too many people and the room is boring."

The nine soldiers looked at Qin Wangzheng excitedly, each of them was so excited that they could not control themselves.

King Zheng of Qin sighed and waved his hand. Only then did the nine people understand and leave the hut.

"And you, just talk about any plan. If you don't have any clear plans and orderly work, and just come to serve me, then you can go on as well."

Fei Ying was very anxious when he heard this. He immediately looked up, looked at Qin Wangzheng sitting at the table, and said boldly: "Your Majesty, I can bring you up a large number of people in Xianyang and defeat the enemy!"

Fei Ying said with all his might, full of confidence.

King Zheng of Qin looked down at Fei Ying, very disappointed: "The people you pulled up are my people. If I am willing, with one order, they can wear armor and hold swords to fight for me to death."

"And... do you really know who my enemy is?"

Fei Ying was stunned and his confidence dissipated.

"Have you only learned this little thing from my senior brother?" Ying Zheng asked.

Fei Ying's body was trembling, and the cold wind aroused the bones.

"Go down." Ying Zheng waved his hand.
Chapter completed!