Chapter 929

The Third Master said he would go to see muzar tomorrow.

Saihe clenched his fist and hit the table with a muffled sound. His momentum soared and said, "at that time, we must beat those yuedan people all over the ground to find their teeth and roll his mother's eggs."

This made everyone in the camp laugh.

This swearing technique is quite good!

Wu Lihan glanced at him and thought he was a single branch of Hou Liao.

The alternative is very.

The third master didn't bother to pay attention to him and looked at Jing Rong: "Mr. Jing, the yuedan people dare to fight against Miss Ji this time, that is, against me and the whole Hou Liao. My third master will never let them go. He must cut off their hands and feet and compensate miss Ji!"

A punch on the table.

Sai he: "not only hands and feet, but also the heart."

Hey, man, you don't talk. No one thinks you're dumb.

Jingrong: "Third Master, although I'm not from Hou Liao, it's reasonable that I can't intervene in the affairs between the two tribes, but the yuedan people moved my people. I'm afraid... I can't be a bystander."

The implication is - play yuedan, count him in.

The Third Master said with concern: "but your identity, young master Jing..." yuedan is ambitious. After intending to annex you, Hou Liao, he led his troops to the Central Plains. Since I am the king of Dalin, I don't think yuedan can take advantage of it. Besides, I have been in good contact with you, Hou Liao, all these years. I haven't moved a single soldier. How can yuedan get mixed up? What's more

, this time they moved my people. This account will be enough. " Jing Rong's tone was full of ruthless Qi.

Third Master: "OK, Hu hehao's head will be left to you."

Wave your hand!

Very generous!

He said, Hu hehao's head is on his head. He's going to decide!

Sai he hurriedly said, "Third Master, you left the head of Hu hehao to childe Jing, so you have to leave it to me."

"Who?"

"That son of a bitch Batu!" Saihe said angrily.

As soon as he said it, ulham on the opposite side couldn't help hissing.

Almost burst into laughter!

"Bang!" Saihe hit the table again, and a dark finger pointed at him, "what's funny."

Ulham: "laugh, you were beaten to pee by that guy last year."

"If you say it again, I'll tear your mouth."

"If you lose, you'll lose. What's so ashamed of?"

"Hehe, if I hadn't eaten Ding Huacao by mistake, the boy would have been killed by me." Saihe was so angry that his face turned red.

Ulham lost his disdainful look.

The two men looked at the fight again!

The scene is unknown. Mo ruo became a commentator: "last year, he committed a bit of trouble and was punished to herd sheep. As a result, the boy drove the sheep to the West. On the way, he met Batu of yuedan. They worked together. Kesai and he ate Dinghua grass on the grassland by mistake the night before. It can last more than a month

At that time, he was so weak that he was beaten half to death by the other party. Fortunately, he was strong and came back alive. From then on, he wanted to peel Batu's skin. "

"No wonder!"

What a legendary life experience!

Seeing that it was getting late, the third master scattered the people and ordered them to go down and find muzar early tomorrow morning.

As soon as Jingrong came out of the main camp, he was stopped by saihe!

He was more than one foot eight, more than half his head higher than Jing Rong. He stood forward with great momentum and strong as mountains and rivers.

"Mr. Jing, you are mo ruo'an's friend, that is my friend. If anything happens in the future, you can say that whoever dares to offend you, I'll break his head."

The tone is bloody!

Jing Rong's thin lips gently opened: "thank you."

"In the future, you and I will be an answer!" He said, picking his eyebrows at Mo ruo, "right, Mo ruo an answered."

One by one!

The sound was numb.

Han Yan said, "OK, saihe, what's the matter tomorrow."

"OK!"

Saihe walked away with a big belly.

Mo ruo looked at his huge figure: "don't look at him like this, but he is really a strong general. One person can pick more than 100 people. It's a myth in Hou Liaona. Few people dare to provoke him, like a snow wolf."

Jing Rong: "I see."

They smiled.

After entering the rest camp, Mo ruo ordered someone to fetch several jars of spirits.

"We can finally have a sip of wine. Tonight, we won't go home until we get drunk." Mo ruo pushed a jar of wine in front of him.

Jing Rong was in no mood.

be preoccupied by some troubles!

"What's the matter?"

He didn't respond.

Mo ruo put down the wine, frowned and asked, "what's the matter?"

Jing Rong took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

Handed it to him.

Mo ruo called to have a look.

"Isn't this miss Ji?"

The scene looks frozen and does not respond.

Mo ruo rubbed the yellow paper with his fingers and looked at the lines on it. He was surprised: "no, this portrait has been for at least ten years? It shouldn't be Miss Ji! Then... Who is this? Where did you get this painting?"

A series of question marks.

"It's from the Vietnamese." Jing Rong's eyes were slightly heavy. "I think it may have something to do with Yunshu's mother."

"Life experience? I'm confused when you say that."

"Do you remember when Aunt Xie went to Beijing to avenge her daughter?"

"Remember, Miss Ji has solved this matter?" "Yes." Jing Rong said, "but there was another reason why she took the case at the beginning! Before her mother died, she left her something. It was a small square wooden card with a pattern case engraved on it. I don't know whether it was a word or a flower. She checked it for a long time and didn't have a head

You can thank her as like as two peas in a doll, but she only picked up a case, trying to find out what the wooden card was, but she didn't get anything.

After listening, Mo ruo understood what he meant: "so you suspect that the person on this portrait may be Miss Ji's mother?"

Uh!

He was shocked when he finished.

Jing Rong frowned, "just doubt, not sure."

The atmosphere is dignified.

Jing Rong squinted at the portrait and said, "look at the woman's dress in the picture."

"..." Mo ruo looked carefully.

"This is not the dress of the Central Plains people at all, like... The dress of Hu Yi people." In the portrait, the woman's hair is curled, with many exquisite silver ornaments on her head, and a string of necklaces made of hollowed out silver ornaments are hung around her neck. Most of them are in the western style. Their clothes are not bright, and the coloring is very heavy. The style of upper robe with open front, which is actually a left Lapel with narrow sleeves and waist,

They are all close fitting short clothes, which is indeed the clothing style of Hu Yi people.

What does this have to do with Hu Yi?

Mo ruo had a bold guess: "does it mean that Miss Ji's mother is a Hu Yi?"

Jing Rong shook his head. He can't conclude without evidence!