King Leng Chasing His Wife: The Maid in the Tongfang Runs With the Ball

The subordinate paused, then asked again: "What about this falcon! Should we put it back or what?"

The man said impatiently: "Didn't I tell you to stew it? Do you need me to say it a second time?"

The subordinate thought for a while and said in a low voice: "The subordinates think that since they are trying so hard to find the falcon, it is better to return the falcon to them."

"If you find it, you won't search all over the city, so you can go back and kill people early."

The man asked silently: "Are you worried that the night will be long and there will be more dreams."

The subordinates promised!
The male host hummed: "What you said makes sense, let's go!"

"Go to the kitchen in the backyard and return that falcon!"

The subordinates agreed, turned their heads and went out.

But soon came back and said:

"It's too late, my lord, the falcon has already been cooked."

The man chuckled again, his laughter was as clear and melodious as a clear spring in the mountains, and it also carried a low-pitched magnetism.

Forget it, since it's all in the pot, let's eat it directly at night!
He waved his hand, and his men left.

The man was the only one left in the room, and the man seemed to stand up and walk around the room.

And the fire in the brazier outside was still burning.

At this moment, the spatial coordinate point is still in the brazier, and if you get close, you will feel the scorching temperature.

"Yeah, brother Sangzi, what did the Holy Master tell you!" This time the voice was much younger, like a child's.

So I told myself again and again: Don't worry, wait, wait, maybe you can see something.

But with the gap open like this, heat will continue to enter.

When it was turned on again at this time, there were other people's voices in the room, which sounded like two men.

Lin Jiumian didn't dare to move, not sure if there was really no one left.

The space is completely closed, and she doesn't know what's going on outside.

After almost a stick of incense, she opened the space again to see if there was any change outside.

Lin Jiumian opened a gap in the space, and could clearly hear the sounds from outside.

Although I was very worried, I still wanted to see the situation outside.

When people listen to it, they will feel itchy at the tip of their heart, as if there are feathers scratching.

Lin Jiumian couldn't stand the heat wave outside, so he could only dodge back into the space.

"Sangzi, what does the Holy Master think?" The voice was old, and it sounded like a middle-aged man.

Not long after, the voice of Sangzi, which is as clear as a spring in the mountains, sounded again:

Lin Jiumian worried that if this continues, will the space be cooked after a long time?

It seems that the man here should be the so-called Sangzi.

The sound of the piano had stopped, and the whole room was silent.

After doing this several times, I finally found the abnormality.

But can't see it!
Because she didn't dare to look closer.

Not long after, Lin Jiumian heard a crisp sound of the piano.

She simply closed the space again, and opened it every other time to take a peek at the situation.

Even if this is just a coordinate point, the space does not exist here.

"What did the city lord think? How did you say it? Why did I tell you?"

"Don't forget your identities, you will do what I tell you to do!"

"No need to ask more questions!"

"But brother Sangzi, now Xizhou is about to fall into chaos, what should we do?"

"Originally, it was agreed to help the crown prince ascend the throne, so that the crown prince is a puppet in our hands."