The Correct Posture For Salted Fish To Turn Over

These two people appeared suddenly, and they left silently.

So in front of a real scout, even if Zhang Hongyang is systematically blessed, he is just a scum.

Now that's all right, the high-risk world given by the original system finally revealed its hideous side.

After Zhang Hongyang fainted, the screen in the live broadcast room went black instantly.

Then the group of melon-eating people who watched the live broadcast exploded.

"I'm going, what am I talking about? This TM is going through!"

"That's right, do you see the appearance of those two soldiers?"

"Whoever could see this, he saw a pair of boots, leather robe, and the screen still has a language that is not clear, like Mongolian, which is the kind that the upper aristocracy of the Chinese Khanate will deliberately learn. Language."

"Don't guess, I don't know where the anchor is now, but based on the details of the people who just appeared, it is not difficult to see that these people should be of ancient Mongolian ethnicity."

"If time travel can really be realized, then I can be very sure that the anchor really has traveled to what he described in the live broadcast room, and that era is in the middle of the day."

"Cut, you said yes, don't you be so sure about bragging?"

This group of people eating melons was on a black screen, but in the live broadcast room that was still running, they were very happy to have a discussion.

Basically, few people quit.

The person in question didn't speak, but the other accounts stopped working. They tore it up as if this person had played their glass with monkey rubber bands.

"Brother, the person you are not sure about is not necessarily that others are not sure. In this live broadcast room, I don’t believe me, but I must believe what the [Respect for History] said just now. Because he is my PhD student in history. Mentor. I'm from Yenching University."

"Yes, I am a student who respects history. I have been working with him on projects for more than a year. He is my most respected history professor. There is no one."

"Many of the researches on historical documents are conducted by our professor as the leader."

And after these people finished talking, there was another exclaim from the people eating melons: "Oh, the master is among the people, I didn't expect that the history professor would also watch the live broadcast?"

And those students were very embarrassed to explain: "That is also because of our reasons, the teacher was brought over. When this live broadcast room was broadcast for the first time, we were dubious, so we pulled the teacher over to take a look. The second live broadcast of this live room."

"Unexpectedly, it is really possible to travel through more time and space."

The audience outside the venue was discussing in full swing, and what about their anchor at this time?

‘Wow’

Being poured down by a basin of cold water, the momentary icy feeling made him wake up just like that.

Zhang Hongyang opened his eyes in a daze, and a drop of dirty water dripped down his eyelashes to the ground.

As his eyes opened, in the live broadcast room in his real world, it lit up with a single flash, which was a sign of being opened again.

Looking at the barrage that appeared in front of him, Zhang Hongyang immediately understood that his own live broadcast system didn't need his live broadcast equipment.

It's just that this system never reminded him that he came into this world with a silly big bag on his back, carrying a bunch of useless things.

But that’s good, you won’t be punished for failing to complete the task.

Zhang Hongyang was thinking about having fun, and suddenly heard a sound like a natural sound from the top of his head: "This is the weird person you brought back? This is the person you suspect is a spy?"

And when Zhang Hongyang tried to look at the direction of that voice, this look was petrified on the spot.

And through his eyes, connected again, leading to the modern live broadcast room, instantly became a blowout status quo.

[People who eat melon 1]: Ah! My screen is so dirty, I need to lick it, ah, it's finished, it turns out that the candy I ate yesterday has stuck to it, I'll lick it again.

[People who eat melon 2]: Ah, my hukou and this ID card, I want to give you a monkey, my man. Heaven and earth, what do I see today when weak chickens and little white faces are running rampantly? Macho! Hunk!

[People who eat melon 3]: This is the aesthetics of a normal person. Look at his muscles, I know he hasn't exposed, but his perfect muscles hidden under his clothes have deeply betrayed him. .

The number of people in this live broadcast room, just after the face appeared in the camera, broke the 6,000 mark in an instant, doubled directly, approaching the limit of fifteen thousand.

At this time, the face reflected in Zhang Hongyang's eyes was Gu Zheng himself.

Because since this kid was brought into his big barracks, Xiao Wangshu had a very familiar tremor.

And if Gu Zheng looked outside the camp tent, he saw a bright red arrow moving in his base camp.

Then Gu Zheng took the milk tea in his hand and strolled leisurely in the courtyard. Following the arrow's instructions, he walked over and found that the arrow stopped outside the big tent where the slaves and prisoners were placed.

Then Gu Zheng was at the door of the big account and saw two Mongolian scouts and their captain, reporting something, and there was a person on the ground who knew nothing about life or death.

A tumbled arrow pointed at his head shiningly.

Since then, Gu Zheng spoke with great interest: "What? A new suspicious person was caught again?"

After Gu Zheng spoke, the team of scouts in this team could see who came.

They looked at King Khan, whom they admired with some excitement, at the suspicious person lying on the ground with interest, and immediately reported to Gu Zheng the basic situation of this person when he appeared.

Hearing the report from his subordinates and seeing what Xiao Wangshu translated for him, the systematic explanation, Gu Zheng suddenly became happy.

He said to the team of scouts: "Then try it out. I happen to be interested in this person's identity. Let's see who he is."

Come on!

Upon hearing Gu Zheng's words, the entire scout team was extremely happy. The guards of the follower Gu Zheng found a clean empty account and tied this person to it.

When Gu Zheng sat down on the seat, these people unceremoniously used their own methods to wake up Zhang Hongyang.

The next thing was the collision between Gu Zheng and Zhang Hongyang.

After talking about his doubts, Gu Zheng walked to Zhang Hongyang step by step, looking at the hapless guy opposite, obsessed with his ‘beauty’.

Yes, it is indeed beautiful.

After so many years of conquests from the south to the north, Gu Zheng has never forgotten to exercise himself, but the client's body is well maintained.

Non-drinking, unsatisfactory, self-reliance and restraint are an outlier among the Mongolian people.

But it is because of this good habit that he has his current physique.

The muscles are vigorous but not heavy, and the figure is tall but not slender.

Let the people in the live broadcast room see what is called the perfect body of an Asian man.

Coupled with his masculine, sharp-edged face with deep features.

In modern times, he is definitely an extremely rare **** niche, the level of the baiji.

After Gu Zheng quietly showed himself in front of Zhang Hongyang, he grabbed one of the other's chins so that he could see his expression clearly, and then said to the subordinates next to him.

"You said, what kind of identity would this person be?"

"Scout? No, where does the scout get such good skin from the wind and sun. Even the people who travel in the car account like you Khan and I have no smooth skin, which means that this person will definitely not be a scout. ."

"assassin?"

"It's not right. Look at the clothes he wears, you can see the clothes that the enemy group on the other side wears, and his face that is not similar to ours. His physical characteristics can't do the job of an assassin. ."

"slave?"

"It's even more different. Whose slaves can raise such delicate skin and tender meat, but wear the cheapest clothes of inferior people?"

After speaking, Gu Zheng threw Zhang Hongyang’s chin away~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wiped his hands with the handkerchief handed over by the servant next to him, and made a decision: "Since the identity is not clear, then he said Whether it’s nonsense or not, it’s not easy for us to judge."

"Adhering to the pre-war principle that you would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, you can get rid of him."

Dispose of it?

As soon as Zhang Hongyang heard this word, he immediately woke up from the state of chaos.

I don't want to die!

Suddenly I thought of Zhang Hongyang, who was asking for help, and asked in the live broadcast room: ‘Masters! Someone think of a way for me! ! Ahhhhh! Help, I'm still young and I don't want to die yet. ’

The group of people eating melons in the opposite live broadcast room reacted like this at this time.

[1]: Kneel down and beg for mercy, then hug your thigh! Saying that you have crossed a thousand years of distance because you admire him too much, so you passed through. 233333

[2]: It shows you the arrogance of modern people, saying that you can make glass and cement, saying that you are a talent that cannot be a hermit, saying that you can help him dominate the world.

Zhang Hongyang didn't plan to rely on this group of people who only knew how to watch the excitement but didn't know how to do business. At this critical moment, the only thing he could rely on was himself.

When Gu Zheng turned his head and sat on a large chair, and was about to give an order to deal with him, Zhang Hongyang suddenly yelled: "I'm confessed and lenient!"

"Oh?" Gu Zheng propped his chin with one hand: "Then tell me what identity you are?"

"I'm a young man from Songchao Xiaohouguan!"

‘Puff 2333, 666’

Zhang Hongyang's screen suddenly added a wave of very generous rewards. This anchor is so desperate that he doesn't even want a man's basic honor for his life.