The well-dressed boy looked at Ji Fan’s clothes, which looked extraordinary. He said with a smile, "Well, I’ll buy this brother a drink to relieve boredom!"

Ji Fan sat there and didn’t know what he was thinking.
The wine will be served soon.
JiFan handed the wine to Dian Wei who had been standing behind him.
Dian Wei shook his head and said, "I’m protecting my master. I can’t drink. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice!" "
JiFan nodded and sat there with a glass.
He thought a lot, thinking about the three girls he left out, thinking about Han Tieshan and Han Ru. . .
Suddenly, he understood, looked at the wine and laughed.
JiFan looked at his hands and unruly well-dressed childe, my heart was angry. Suddenly pour the glass in your hand on the face of the well-dressed childe.
Well-dressed childe obviously some have no reaction to come over. Some don’t understand, return to absolute being looked at JiFan with angry eyes.
"You live impatient! I tell you that Ji Jizhou and I are brothers, so I’ll let my brother kill your whole family! "
Ji Fan looked a little lonely and asked, "Is my reputation so murderous in your ears?"
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Chapter 21. Raiders and Bing
Well-dressed teenagers have a slow brain and don’t understand what it means. .
Ji Fan said: "The aristocratic family will always be an expert in hype. I, Ji Fan, have been stinked by you in this way, and should be killed! "
Ji Fan?
This name is hovering in the head of a well-dressed teenager, and the corners of his mouth are disdainful.
"You? You Ji Fan? Forget it! If you are Ji Fan, I am Ji Fan’s father! Things that don’t have eyes! "
Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, his eyes were splitting, he knelt down trembling and shouted, "Don’t kill me, I’m your kin." . . You can’t kill me. . 。”
JiFan spit out a sigh of relief look into cold, deep spit out two words!
"It should be killed!"
"I don’t know how to repent when I die!"
Dian Wei ferocious smile slowly walked up, take out the double halberd. . .
Card wipe ~ ~!
Poof ~ ~!
Blood is sprayed in this lobby. . .
JiFan also don’t back to throw a piece of gold, with a cold face as usual Dian Wei left this place.
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In Zhaoyun Camp, fifteen miles away from Xiangping City.
Zhaoyun looked approvingly at Zhang Ziyu and nodded and said.
"Good, good! Martial arts have improved! Lien Chan killed three other generals, and the other side’s martial arts were not bad! "
Jiang Ziyu smiled and said, "General Zhao is ridiculous!"
Zhao Yun said with a sad face: "Hey, the other side is too stubborn. Although this time it has greatly dealt a blow to the morale of the other side, it is not a way for the other side to stick to it. Our 12,000 troops are all cavalry and have no footmen. If we storm, we will lose a lot."
Jiang Ziyu also frowned, obviously it was difficult for the other party to stick to it.
Zhao Yun sighed and said, "If one of the strategists were here, we wouldn’t have a headache. Unfortunately! "
Jiang Ziyu suddenly suggested, "General, why don’t we fight them tomorrow!"
Zhao Yun shook his head and said, "The other party has learned this lesson and won’t be fooled."
Jiang Ziyu is also flat.
At this time, there was a sound outside the account.
"Report to your general, Mr. Jia Xu sent a kit."
Zhao Yun’s eyes shine.
Jia Xu Jia Wenhe?
Jia Xu’s first plan is chaotic, this plan. . .
Small xiangping city will be a little wasteful with this plan.
Jiang Ziyu clearly saw Zhao Yun’s concern and said, "General, the big deal is that we won’t have to use it then."
Zhao Yun nodded and said, "Yes, bring it here!"
The foot soldier just came in and handed a blue kit, and then he went out without lifting it.
Zhaoyun hesitated for a moment with a trick, spit out a mouthful and opened it.
A small piece of paper was quietly put inside.
Zhaoyun took out the note and opened it.
"I heard that there is a dike in the south of Xiangping City. I don’t know if it is true. Please burn the note after reading it. This is not a plan, please rest assured. "
Zhao Yunmeng on striking table, looking at this note in disbelief, this plan. . .

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