Song Zhaozheng and Si Yu were sitting on a ring chair, chatting happily and eating a plate of chopped fruit.

Compared with the tragic phenomenon on the prince's side, these two people are simply too hatred.

Prince, “…”

For some reason, I feel like I'm being cheated.

The evil fire in his heart was burning, almost killing him.

Perhaps feeling the baptism of many resentful sights, Song Zhao let out a slow voice.

"... Are you finished blowing up?"

The prince and others, "..."

Otherwise, can you still be disgusting if you think this is fried chicken?

Song Zhao said she could still do it.

So I ate a piece of orange in a few bites and slowly lifted my eyelids.

“Fortunately I ran fast.”

Si Yu nodded with emotion, and at the same time, he glanced at the crowd of Jingwei on his side and said coldly, "Did you see it? Are you still blamed Song Zhao for not getting these ten-eyed pistols for you?"

The Jingwei and the Black Shield Army on the platform blushed in shame.

How great the regrets I had before were, how lucky I was now.

Fortunately, they escaped the catastrophe because of Song Zhao's reminder.

If it weren't for Song Zhao's strong opposition to purchasing these weapons, they would be the ones who died now.

Not to mention, using this weapon on the battlefield will directly give the enemy a head.

Thinking of such terrible consequences, all the soldiers' resentment towards Song Zhao instantly turned into gratitude.

Di Ji and Yun Xiu covered the wound that had burned blood blisters, and their faces were shocked by the same qualities.

I originally thought that Song Zhao was talking nonsense and pretended to understand if he didn't know.

Unexpectedly, she really hit it.

Yun Xiu wiped his face and spoke to Song Zhao gratefully, "This time, it's thanks to Miss Song's luck that there was something wrong with these weapons, so he saved our soldiers. I'll say thank you to you for the children."

Song Zhao sneered lightly.

This girl Yunxiu is so interesting. What she said is that she, Song Zhao, had met a dead mouse.

Si Yu stood with his hands behind his back, and the mysterious golden robe turned a circle of whirlpools under his feet, with his own unique dignity and condescending expression,

"They know what they should apologize, and they don't need you to do anything."

Yun Xiu choked, and the expression on his face became even more awkward.

She took a step back in embarrassment, and the part of the blood bubble seemed to be getting more and more painful.

The guards tacitly stepped forward, gave Song Zhao a standard military salute, and spoke in unison, "I'm sorry, Miss Song."

The black shield soldiers on the platform also spoke in unison, "I'm sorry, Miss Song."

The men's deep voices echoed in the air, deafening and shocking.

If it were an ordinary little girl, she might have been scared by this scene long ago.

However, Song Zhao stood there straight and dignifiedly, without even moving his eyebrows, and was calmly apologized by all the soldiers.

The soldiers did not take such a beautiful girl from aristocratic families seriously, but at this moment, they actually felt the majesty of the superiors in a girl.

For some reason, I seemed to understand a little why the master chose her.

Ten first-class generals died here. After their colleagues cried, they collectively pointed at the chief executive.

The chief manager's legs were weak, fearing that he would be killed. He suddenly thought in a hurry, "These weapons are finished products designed by top designers launched by the clan elders. If there is such a big problem, it is probably because there is a problem in the design. When I go back, I will report to the clan elders and ask the designer to give the prince an explanation."

It was so refreshing to shirk responsibility.
Chapter completed!