Chapter Thirty-Four One Wrong Step, It Will Be Lost

Overlord spear and sword proficiency?

In Zhao Lang's view now, these two choices are actually average.

He already has the proficiency in fighting, and ordinary four or five ordinary people really don't pay attention to him.

Of course, the most important thing is that he never thought that he would do it himself with others in the future.

Otherwise, why would he spend so much effort training them to death?

But if he had to choose one, Zhao Lang simply chose the first one.

Not for anything else, but the name sounds good.

Overlord Spearmanship!

Listen to the atmosphere!

So looking at the tall Xiang Yu in front of him, Zhao Lang took a step back so that he would not have to raise his head to meet his gaze.

Then he said with a double smile,

"Of course I do."

With just this sentence, Zhao Lang saw a look of surprise in Xiang Yu's eyes!

Zhao Lang said again at this time,

"Didn't we just meet at the city gate yesterday?"

Hearing this, Xiang Yu relaxed and said,

"I saw Young Master staring at me yesterday, and thought Young Master knew me before."

Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"Young Master Xiang, you are joking. This is the first time I have left my Zhuangzi and come to the capital. How could I know you?"

"It's just that I somehow feel that Mr. Xiang is familiar, and you have two pupils in your eyes, which is very strange, so I offended you."

"I'm so sorry."

Seeing Zhao Lang's sincerity, Xiang Yu also let go of his guard at this time, and smiled heartily,

"In fact, I also feel that the young master is inexplicably familiar, so I stepped forward to disturb."

"I don't know how to address the young master."

"Zhao Lang."

"So it's Young Master Zhao!"

The two immediately chatted in the street.

Looking at the burly young man in front of him, Zhao Lang felt extremely emotional.

He was very sure that the Xiang Yu in front of him was the Overlord of Western Chu, Xiang Yu.

Unexpectedly, he is still a young man of eighteen or nineteen now.

That's right, Xiang Yu Wujiang was only in his thirties when he committed suicide.

At this moment, it was difficult for Zhao Lang to connect the hearty and sunny young man in front of him with the tragic hero who was besieged on all sides and killed himself in Wujiang.

"Master Zhao, why are you staring at me?"

Xiang Yu asked aloud at this time.

Just now Zhao Lang was distracted while chatting with him, and then stared at his face in a daze.

"Oh, it's okay, I was dazzled by the sun."

Zhao Lang made a haha, then changed the subject and said,

"What did Mr. Xiang do in the capital?"

Just as Xiang Yu was about to answer, a slightly fat figure rushed over and said,

"Yu'er! Why did you come here! Hurry up, the real masters we want to trade with are here, hurry up and follow me!"

"Little uncle, this is... ah..."

Before Xiang Yu could finish speaking, the other party directly dragged him away.

It was not until a secluded place that Xiang Bo let go.

Xiang Yu frowned at this moment and said,

"Little uncle, what are you asking me to do? It's really rude to leave without saying goodbye."

Xiang Bo said with a serious face,

"Excuse me? Yu'er! Do you know what we are doing? Why are you talking directly to someone else!"

"The more people we contact, the easier it is to be exposed!"

"I shouldn't have promised elder brother to bring you out! It's Xianyang who came!"

Xiang Yu shook his head and said,

"Little uncle, a man, how can he be trapped in a corner."

"What I want to learn is the enemy of ten thousand people, and of course I have to travel around."

Xiang Bo said impatiently,

"Yes, yes, Yu'er, you, like big brother, have achieved great things."

"Anyway, I won't take you out next time, so hurry up,

The real masters who trade with us are waiting. "

"Their things are hidden, so there is no need to go back to the inn today."

After speaking, he took Xiang Yu and left.

At this moment, Zhao Lang watched Xiang Yu being dragged away without chasing him.

Although I know that the other party will make extraordinary achievements in the future.

He also didn't intend to post back, let alone help the other party change their fate against the sky.

One of the things he can honor now is the system, and the other is a general understanding of history.

Now he is not ready, if history is changed, who knows what will happen.

So, go and go.

As soon as they left, Zhao Lang himself started to move.

He has just been rewarded by the system, and he wants to find a gun.

Unfortunately, after looking for a long time, there was no shop selling weapons.

Also, Qin Shihuang confiscated the world's weapons and cast them into twelve soldiers, so how could he allow them to be sold publicly.

Soon, time flies by.

Everyone returned with a full load, without any problems.

When the sun was about to set, the group returned to the inn.

"My lord, something is wrong today."

After returning to the inn, Hei Fu pulled Zhao Lang aside and said,

"We're being followed."

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, thinking for a moment that only the mustache trafficker from yesterday had some conflicts with him.

I don't know who is behind it, but dare to be so blatant.

"Tomorrow morning, we will set off and arrive at Zhuangzi before dark."

Zhao Lang ordered.

"Yes, my son."

Heifu also nodded, no matter what the other party wanted to do, he would never dare to grab it in broad daylight.

It is also safe to reach Zhuangzi.

Night falls.

Inside a brightly lit mansion.

Bazihu ​​came to Tian Qi's study again and told him the results of the daytime stalking.

"Master, those people bought some daily gadgets, and then they just ate and drank. They didn't buy any big items."

"It seems to be just to see the prosperity of the capital."

Tian Qiyin nodded with a dark face, the wound on his body yesterday was still a little painful, back,

"Understood, I will give you twenty good hands, and you can bring some more hands to make things clean."

"Those girls, none of them can be left behind!"

He has also been rewarded, this person is not the few wealthy children around him.

There is no special background.

It's just a fat little lamb that doesn't know it.

He dared to bring so many girls across the city, but he only brought four or five guards.

Bazihu ​​was overjoyed immediately, and said,

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Then take orders and go.

"It is worthwhile to accumulate strength for the great cause, no matter how despicable the means are, even if it humiliates oneself."

Tian Qi said to himself.

At the same time, in the palace.

Qin Shihuang had just listened to Zhao Gao's report,

"Oh? You mean Lang'er was targeted by a group of human traffickers?"

Zhao Gao said angrily,

"Exactly! These people are so courageous, Your Majesty, this old servant will lead people to suppress them!"

Qin Shihuang waved his hand and said,

"No need, now Lang'er's father, Zhao Zheng, has gone far away, and Zhuangzi is too far away. He is a traitor himself, so he dare not report to the officials."

"I'd like to see how he handles it."

Hearing this, Zhao Gao was dumbfounded.

"But if the opponent uses force, there will definitely be casualties."

Qin Shihuang said coldly this time,

"So what? If I took one wrong step back then, I would be in a situation beyond redemption."

"You bring ten Black Ice Guards with you, no matter how many people on Zhuangzi are killed or injured, as long as Lang'er is not in danger of life, you are not allowed to make a move!"

"Understand?"

Zhao Gao's heart trembled, and he returned,

"Yes, Your Majesty."