Pick up a dead man and bring him back

Chapter 30

"Oh?" Shan Cunzhi showed a curious look, and said calmly, "Sir, it's okay to say."

"I want you to order the expulsion of Eighteen!" I said decisively, knowing that the requirements for the crossbow alone were definitely not enough, so I added chips: "I will also hand over the method of making the gun to the general! I will never keep it private!"

I know that with the iron crossbow as a foreshadowing, at least he won't directly veto the power of the gun now.It's not like the first time I saw the sketch of the gun, I just thought it was a child's play made up.

Shan Cunzhi showed an interesting smile, and said, "Since Mr. is so willing to pay, then why should I refuse?"

Just... so agreed?

Instead, I was in a daze, not at all used to it.

So the wily Shan Cunzhi agreed?

Or has he already noticed how much impact what I am doing now will have?So on balance, is the life of a dead man worth it?

I squinted my eyes and stared at Shan Cunzhi. This man has been intriguing all year round. I am afraid that he has lost his heart. In his eyes, a human life is probably nothing. It's like killing people.

I quickly vetoed my idea, because Shan Cunzhi quickly continued: "But sir, you have to promise me one condition."

It turned out that there were other requests. The disgust in my heart eased a little, and I nodded and said, "Please tell me."

"Please, sir, live in Nanfeng Pavilion within one year."

"Nanfeng... Pavilion?" I repeated hesitantly. These words left a deep impression on me. I never forgot the expression on Shiba's face at that time. It was indifferent and resolute, as if it was a taboo that should never be mentioned. land.

Why is it being mentioned so hastily now?

And when he said one year, it implied to me that I would work for him for at least one year.

"Nanfeng Pavilion is a storage room for records of various production methods. One month ago, Mr.'s method of terraced fields was recorded in Nanfeng Pavilion... However, I found that there are still omissions in the recorded things, so I would like to invite Mr. I wrote the record myself, and Mr. Wang promised that, as for the matter of the [-]th, in the future, it will be entirely up to you.” Shan Cunzhi smiled lightly and explained in a calm manner.

Shan Cunzhi's remarks are clear and coherent. Because it is the gathering place of many utensil production methods, it is a secret place. In fact, it is not difficult to understand. Just like modern national weapons, the production methods are strictly monitored and protected. , so as not to leak to the opponent.

The reason behind it makes me a little hard to accept...

Logically speaking, why would an outsider like me suddenly enter such an important place?

The reason he said that he wanted me to write it himself-made me snort, thinking I was a brainless person?If it's just drawing, it can be drawn anywhere. Wouldn't it be better to send it to Nanfeng Pavilion after drawing, firstly, to avoid me, an outsider, from contacting the secrets, and secondly, the goal is also accomplished.

Now he only wants me to enter Nanfeng Pavilion... Isn't it too strange?

I suppressed the rising revulsion, and looked at Shan Cunzhi without moving, only to see that he was wearing an ivory white gown, and his hair was bristled with extremely precious warm jade, only on the ears and temples. He wore two strands of black hair, with a distant smile on his face, and the pupils of his eyes were light brown, but extremely deep, making it hard to see what he was thinking.

His appearance is generally gentle and elegant, but to be honest, he doesn't look like a general at all, but a cold-blooded scholar.

His intention is very obvious. Since he appointed me to go to Nanfeng Pavilion, there must be something there, which is not available in other places. He wanted me to enter Nanfeng Pavilion just to let me see that thing.

Let's see, what exactly does he want me to see in Nanfeng Pavilion!

Thinking of this, I pondered for a while, smiled, and said: "Then it is better to obey orders than to be respectful, and I hope the general will not make things difficult for eighteen during this period."

What I mean by this is that please mention the expulsion of eighteen things after I complete the one-year agreement.

"Of course, you dare to hurt someone with a sharp heart. The matter of the eighteenth must be brought up when you leave." Shan Cunzhi is indeed a smart man.

I smiled, took off the false smile, stretched out my hand happily, and said, "Thank you for your cooperation! I wish you a happy cooperation!"

Shan Cunzhi obviously didn't understand what I meant, he looked at my outstretched hand suspiciously in his eyes, and said, "Sir, what kind of etiquette is this?"

"...", it took me a while to remember that there is no etiquette for shaking hands in this world, so I explained. "It's called a handshake...it's an expression of honesty..."

"Any other meanings?" Shan Cunzhi asked purely curiously, showing an incredulous expression, but with a little bit of the innocence of his peers.

"It can also represent love, greetings, respect, parting and greetings." I thought about it, and shaking hands probably meant so much.

Shan Cunzhi smiled at me, with some admiration, and said, "Mr. is indeed not a mortal!"

"General Miao Zan." I replied politely.

This matter came to an end, Shan Cunzhi sat for a while, and said: "Tomorrow, I will send someone to help you move to Nanfeng Pavilion, and I hope you will prepare in advance."

After I got an affirmative answer, I left.

I didn't see him taking anyone with me before, but when I was leaving, I saw two dark shadows under the shadow of the bamboo forest, which were not in a hurry, and followed him away at a certain distance.

Shan Cunzhi - he cherishes his own life too much, and there will always be two dead soldiers following him to protect him. In fact, his own martial arts are quite good. After all, he is a general, so it is impossible for him to be incapable.

I leaned against the bed and watched for a while, and was about to lie back, when I heard a voice that seemed rather disturbed than usual: "Are you going to Nanfeng Pavilion?"

It's eighteen!

I froze in shock and didn't know how to move.

He didn't know how much he had heard, but when he thought of the topic about him in the conversation, his whole body broke out in a cold sweat involuntarily.

"When did you come back?" I asked nervously, obviously guilty.

In fact, I was just too afraid that this person would be sad.

"When I came back, I saw the lord telling you that he would send someone to pick you up to Nanfeng Pavilion." Eighteen stood in the shadow by the door. Although it was daytime, because the surrounding area was full of bamboo, the light It's not particularly transparent at all, and it always looks darker than those wide places. Now that Shiba is standing in the dark, it is even more difficult to see his expression clearly.

But from what he said, it was obvious that he had seen the Lord before, so in order to avoid suspicion, he stood outside and waited.

Thinking of it, I breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "He wants me to go to Nanfeng Pavilion to draw pictures. It's no big deal. You have to go with me."

Shiba walked out of the shadows and came to hug me in his arms. His body was very cold, as if he was covered with the chill of the whole winter. He buried his head on my shoulder and said softly: "Okay. I'll follow you .”

I hugged him back and blamed him: "Why are you so cold on your body? Is it getting cold outside? I don't know how many more clothes to wear. Do you really think this body is mine?"

Shiba raised his head, his eyes were shaken for the first time, and there was a faint feeling of heartbreak, as if his most precious thing was broken, he lowered his head and kissed my lips, gently, Soft, unlike any previous kiss, with deep and painful regret.

"Ming'er, do you love me?" Shiba stopped and came back again, keeping his lips close to mine, his breath gently blowing on my face.Slightly itchy.

I laughed. Did this half-grown child suddenly feel sad because of this?

She smiled with relief in her heart, and kissed him back: "Stupid, if I don't love you, who do you love?"

"What about the future?" Eighteen asked.

"It's the same, I love you, it won't change." I smiled.

Hearing this, the action of kissing me became more intense. With an urgent desire, he licked my lips and asked me, "Can you give it to me today?"

"What for you?" I couldn't respond for a moment.

A smile suddenly appeared on Shiba's face, he grabbed my hand and moved behind him, "Give me your y..."

Shiba made it very explicit on purpose, but I didn't feel disgusted at all. On the contrary, I felt that Shiba like this was extremely sexy, with an inexplicably evil smell.

The blood flowed quickly to the lower abdomen, I grabbed him and told him to go up to the bed, and then pressed him under me, jokingly said: "Is it itchy down there? I owe you a big hang to stop the itching for you? "

Eighteen's indifferent eyes showed a trace of fire, and said: "Ming'er knows what I mean..."

What he said later was blocked by me impatiently.