Many model Junerlang who had already worn gas masks followed suit.

"What's going on?"

"What's wrong?"

In the city gate building, Zuo Liangyu and others were also startled and rushed to check.

"Don't move!"

"Whoever dares to move around will kill you!"

But before the group could see the reason, the door was kicked open by someone, and sharp spears and bird guns had already reached in front of them.

Li Guoying was the first to react, and hurriedly dropped the sword in his hand, raised his hand high, and shouted to Zuo Liangyu's direction: "Brothers of the Model Army, I am Li Guoying, this is Zuo Liangyu. I want to report Zuo Liangyu, I want to report Zuo Liangyu..."

"Li Guoying, how dare you, you despicable villain?"

Lu Guangzu, not far away, couldn't help but be furious and stared at him and cursed.

Li Guoying ignored it at all, just like a dog, he was trying to please the model soldiers who had already come in.

"Hahahaha..."

Zuo Menggeng finally smiled bitterly at this time and closed his eyes in pain.

Even though he had already anticipated this scene, when this scene happened, his heart still felt as if he was cut by a knife, as if he could not breathe.

But, who should I blame?

At this time, the only calm person in the field was Zuo Liangyu.

He still kept meditating like before, as the old monk entered into meditation, looking up at the ceiling, without moving for a long time.

Dozens of soldiers from the Model Army rushed up quickly, completely controlling the situation, and soon focused their attention on Zuo Liangyu.

The model army led by the leader could not help but sneer: "You are Zuo Liangyu? You are you, are you going to fight against our model army?"

Zuo Liangyu came to his senses, but stared at the boss with a frown, and said in a daze: "Donor, I see that your Yin Tang is black and your face is dark, so I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster. Why would you give me ten taels of silver to help you do a ritual and eliminate the disaster?"

quiet.

For a moment, the whole room became quiet.

The model army led by the leader looked at Li Guoying.

"This, this..."

Li Guoying swallowed with difficulty and was speechless for a moment. What's the fucking situation? Could it be that his boss couldn't bear this kind of failure and was already crazy?

However, Li Guoying was a ruthless man. After a moment of reaction, a big slap in the face of Zuo Liangyu was sucking: "Old Zamao, the surname Zuo, didn't hear the military master of the Model Jun ask you, and he pretended to be a ghost?"
Chapter completed!