Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 130 Flick, Then Flick
When Ying Zige casually wiped Zhao Gao's face like this, although they saw it, they never thought that Zhao Gao's appearance had changed.

At that time, I was still wondering why Mr. Zhao Gao had a dispute with his disciples and couldn't enter his mansion?
Then it suddenly dawned on me that Mr. Zhao Gao, who is so smart, must be secretly planning.

The more things seem unreasonable, the more it shows that the strategy he wants to use is very advanced.

In an instant, they adore and don't want to.

Later, I saw Zhao Gao having a makeshift night on the street.

It looked very miserable, like a homeless tramp.

Slave Six Swords even wanted to walk over and gently stroke his cheek to help him fall asleep.

but.

They hold back.

Because they knew that this must be another strategy of Zhao Gao.

Although I don't know how this strategy is used, but this strategy must be very mysterious.

They believed in Master Zhao Gao.

So they kept watch all night amidst the mosquito bites.

The next day, I saw Zhao Gao looking for a carriage according to Ying Zige's instructions from a distance, and then headed for the outside of Xianyang City.

They naturally followed.

When Master Zhao Gao unfolded his swordsmanship and fought with two top swordsmen at that time, they were dazzled for a while.

The eyes showed the most admiration.

This is the true strength of their Master Zhao Gao.

Sure enough, it is worthy of their worship infinite.

Later, they followed them all the way until they reached the city here.

They thought that Zhao Gao would give them instructions, but they didn't get Zhao Gao's instructions along the way, and they didn't even have the opportunity to meet alone.

until tonight.

As a coachman, Zhao Gao got his own tent because of his extraordinary skills.

Under the moonlight, Zhao Gao sat in his tent, letting the wind blow through the open curtain and push his clothes.

Indistinctly, he felt that he was extremely chic, and he had returned to the state of the year.

At this moment, six figures slowly appeared in front of them.

The corners of Zhao Gao's mouth turned up slightly, the long-awaited slaves of the Six Swords, you are finally here.

Tonight, I will let you do it yourself and go to Ying Zige to find the antidote.

Of course, you can't kill the thirteenth son.

Because Ying Zheng knew that he came with Ying Zige, if Ying Zige died, no one in the team would be able to return to Xianyang alive.

He just wants to remove his human skin mask.

He even had a guess in his mind that this weird human skin mask was likely to use some kind of poisonous Gu insect as a medicine, so there must be an antidote.

And that kid Ying Zige will definitely carry it with him.

As long as he finds the antidote, he can get rid of this ugly image.

At the same time, thinking about it filled his heart with anticipation.

Here he comes, here he comes.

Slave of the Six Swords is here!

Then Six Swordsmen took a look inside the tent, and then... left again?

And before leaving, he spat fiercely on the ground.

Zhao Gao clearly heard one of them muttering: "It turned out that I recognized the wrong person. Mr. Zhao Gao must still be in Xianyang. Let's return to Xianyang immediately."

Afterwards, one by one unfolded their movements and disappeared into the dark night.

At this moment, Zhao Gao still maintains that handsome posture, but his cheeks are twitching crazily.

He hastily unfolded his movements, trying to chase them out, but when he came outside, he found that the Six Swordsmen had long since disappeared.

At this moment, he regretted so much that he even wanted to slap himself twice.

When the Six Sword Slaves appeared, he should take the initiative to meet them, and then explain his current situation as quickly as possible, and let them stay.

Why do you have to pretend?
This is great, even the last chance to explain is gone.

Slave of the Six Swords, his only hope of getting the antidote.

And now that hope has been dashed.

In an instant, his face was covered with cold sweat, and an extremely terrifying conjecture appeared in his heart.

Ying Zige must be punishing himself for giving himself such an ugly face.

Just waiting for myself to bow my head and admit my mistake.

If he didn't bow his head and admit his mistake, he would probably walk around the world with this face from now on, and there would be no more Zhao Gao from now on.

From then on, that monstrous power will disappear.

Even the net that I built with my own hands will disappear.

How can this be done?

After hesitating for the middle of the night, Zhao Gao sighed softly, raised his tear-filled cheeks, and aimed at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

Made a decision that was destined to make him regret for the rest of his life.

Kneel down and admit your mistake.

At this moment in the tent, Ying Zige suppressed a smile.

The bulging cheeks on both sides kept blowing out bursts of breath.

"My thirteenth son, I already know that I was wrong. From now on, I will never provoke you again, and I will definitely obey you. Even the trap can be handed over to you."

"Please give me back my incomparably handsome face."

Zhao Gao raised his head, his face was covered with sweat and tears.

This overlord with the most secret identity in Xianyang Palace no longer has the domineering spirit of the past at this moment, and has lowered his noble head.

Now there is only one thought in my mind, and that is to regain my original face no matter what.

[Hehe, Six Swordsmen have already abandoned him?I didn't expect this, I was thinking of using the slave of six swords to rescue the young master Fusu.This is a good time, we can only rely on these bastards. 】

[However, I don't believe any of this kid's words. If he really restores his face, he will pat his ass and leave immediately, and he will never really help me. 】

[No matter what you say, you can't restore his face. 】

Ying Zige made up his mind instantly, and then sighed leisurely.

"Young master? What does this mean?"

Zhao Gao's chrysanthemum tightened, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

Sure enough, at this moment, Ying Zige shook his head and sighed: "You are really a little clever. You can tell at a glance that this is not a so-called human skin mask, but a witchcraft. Have you noticed that you are becoming more and more ugly?"

Ying Zige's expression became very serious while speaking.

That look is enough to scare ten cows to death.

Zhao Gao trembled all over, subconsciously touched his face, which was as uneven as an orange peel, and nodded frantically.

It's not just getting uglier and uglier, it's so ugly.

Of course he doesn't know that when a person thinks he is ugly, he will feel that he is getting uglier. This is a psychological effect.

Ying Zige sighed again: "Actually, this kind of voodoo technique is called Loyalty, Righteousness, and Knife... Gu poison. You should figure out how it works, right?"

(End of this chapter)