The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 3

[Part 3]

What about the beast?

How can you become a person if you don’t agree?

He had a slight stomachache.

In the end, before he could come back from his confusion and stomach pain, the boy grabbed his weakness one step ahead, slammed to the ground, and grabbed the cowhide bag!

“Don’t touch!” Kevin shouted!

It’s a pity that it’s too late…

The boy’s ferocious aura is very strong, and his desire to find a threat is also very beautiful, but his hands are a little short.

I couldn’t catch it all, and finally I slapped it on it, making a crisp “pop” sound.

Kevin: “…”

He lifted the boy’s claws, his left hand slammed the cane’s slipknot, and tied the little bastard tightly; he grabbed the cowhide bag with his right hand, and hurriedly opened the bag and pulled it inside. After a while, a black round particle was pinched.

That thing was about the size of a bean. At first glance, it looked like a beetle, but it was accidentally crushed, and there was a little smoky-gold trace on the side, as if it had died very wrongly.

“…” Kevin’s thin face was expressionless, and the veins on his forehead jumped up.

This inconspicuous “beetle” is called letter sand. It is often used in wartime, and everyone in the army has it. When sneaking and attacking, it is often used to convey azimuth information, and if necessary, it can also call for help.

In order to distinguish, different armies use different colors of letter sand, and ordinary soldiers and officers are also different. As for the commander’s level, one color only represents a specific person.

This thing can work if you pinch it, and it is very foolish to be close to the people.

Under normal circumstances, soldiers are generally as happy to see Xinsha as they see their own mother…except for Kevin at this time.

He was holding this crooked letter sand, not to mention joy, he just wanted to hang up that cheap bastard and beat him.

Not only that, he guessed that the one who received the letter sand would not have any joy, maybe he was scared to death…

I have to say that, to a certain extent, his guess was quite accurate –

in the Wujinxuan Palace deep in the northern end of the Great Rift Valley, there was a “bang” on the high elephant viewing platform, and the old official grabbed the hand of the viewing pool. Sarah, pouted straight.

The remaining two young officers couldn’t react in time, and still stared at the clump of light blooming in the pool water.

“I didn’t dream?! Letter sand?! Smoke gold?!” One of the officials shouted, with a ghostly expression, “No, no, no, I must have misremembered, the smoke gold represents more than one person, right? The

other one was in a daze, and said in a trance: “You remember right, the smoky gold color only represents one person. It’s that bronze commander, Kevin Fassbender…”

“But… But he died many years ago!”

Half an hour later, in the depths of Wujinxuan Palace, the new emperor who had just succeeded him rolled over from the bed and sat up, his eyelids jumping as he heard the inner attendant shout, “Your Majesty! , Commander Fassbender has swindled the corpse in the Andorha jungle!” The

new emperor said: “………………………………”

Chapter 2

Kevin turned his nose and sneezed. .

He briefly imagined the possible reaction from the palace, only to feel that the cold hairs on his arms were standing in line.

This is good, it’s hard to ride a tiger.

The little bastard who was bound into a silkworm chrysalis wriggled twice on the ground, unable to break free from the cane on his body. He was so anxious and angry that his face flushed red.

He stretched his neck with difficulty, made a vicious “Bah”, raised his face and was about to shout, but when he met Kevin’s face as black as the bottom of a pot, he swallowed it immediately, so as not to choke to death.

Kevin squatted down in front of him, patted his head lovingly, and asked softly, “Which hand?” The

little bastard didn’t respond for a while: “What?”

At a young age, his voice should be clear and crisp, but at this time it was hoarse, not much better than Kevin, and it was obvious that he had suffered less.

Kevin looked at him calmly, but he was still threatening: “I asked which hand you grabbed the cowhide bag?” He also deliberately touched the back of the short knife.

The little bastard: “…”

His face turned even redder, and he said with a stubborn neck: “I, I just watched it, didn’t I shoot a black bug? It’s a big deal, I’ll pay you one!”

Kevin Wen Yan laughed, tiǎn tiǎn chapped lips, and said, “Oh? How to pay?” The

boy squirmed twice again, and sat up on his knees with difficulty, scratching his body like a chicken paw with one hand, He grabbed one from the rag-like clothes and spread it out to Kevin: “Here, I’ll give you a colorful one, and it can fly.”

Kevin: “…” He couldn’t tell whether the child was provocative or real .

Silly.