If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 17 Egg (Please collect)

"Song Changqing, come here!" Hu Chen shouted loudly.

The black-armored knights all looked over in confusion, and Guan Xiaoyu also stood on tiptoe to look down.

"General, your Excellency the Envoy!" Song Changqing soon came up to Hu Chen and saluted Qingsong and Hu Chen respectively.

Qingsong Daotong bowed in return, then smiled gently and said, "Deputy General Song, can you please take off your helmet?"

"This..." Song Changqing hesitated and said, "I am born ugly, and I am afraid of offending you."

"If the Taoist priest tells you to take off your helmet, then just take it off! Everyone knows your ugly face with pig eyes. How can you scare anyone?"

Guan Huchen was anxious because it was related to his own "luck". He stepped forward impatiently and gave it a strong push. "Bang!"

Song Changqing's helmet was knocked off.

"Oh my god~~~" Xiaoyu, who was standing on tiptoe and peeping from a distance, covered her mouth and exclaimed in her heart.

It's really ugly.

She had lived two lives, and in her previous life she had been bombarded with heavy-mouthed videos on the Internet, which had made her almost numb to the visual impact. But she still had to admit that she had never seen someone with such an ugly appearance, and she was a little shocked.

Bumpy is not enough to describe its "smoothness".

If you say his eyelids are "pig eyes", even a pig would feel angry and feel humiliated.

A series of "barrages" flashed through Xiaoyu's mind: Frankenstein, failed plastic surgery, being born face down on a gravel road, rotten winter melon, and a goblin with poor shapeshifting skills lurking in the Iron Cavalry Battalion.
However, after seeing the shame, confusion and sorrow that could not be concealed in those bulgy eyes, Xiao Yu's chaotic evaluations and descriptions in his mind quickly disappeared, and he even felt a little sad for him.

Being ugly isn't scary, but being this ugly. It's better to go to the reincarnation channel and delete your account to start over.

Taoist Qingsong stared at Song Changqing's face seriously for a long time, then turned his head to look at Guan Huchen, especially his immortal eyes, scanning back and forth seven or eight times.

"Well, General Guan, you decide."

There was no strange expression on his face until he finally spoke, when he showed a bit of pity and sarcasm.

Guan Huchen let out a long sigh, and a smile could not be concealed on his elegant face.

"Changqing, take this stake and nail it in."

He turned to look at Qingsong Dao Tong again, "Just nail it, or——"

Qingsong Dao Tong muttered indistinctly, as if talking to himself, "Dig three feet down and find the soil is as wet as mud."

Guan Huchen waved and called over eight knights, telling them to take off their armor, point to the forest in the distance, and learn to act as riddlers like Qingsong Taoist, saying some meaningful but incomprehensible words.

"General, can you please explain more clearly, are we going to dig a well or do something else?"

Guan Huchen wanted to continue being a riddler, but Qingsong Daotong became impatient and said, "The dragon's lair is not fixed. Don't waste time and just tell them the truth."

After a pause, he said directly: "Some causes and effects cannot be avoided by saying a few nice words.

I was just drinking ginseng soup for my advanced tuberculosis years before - seeking psychological comfort, but I knew everything. But for the sake of the Qin Empire and His Majesty the Emperor, I have long been aware of this."

"Then you tell me?" Hu Chen asked.

The corners of Qingsong's mouth twitched a few times, and he sneered, "Even if ginseng soup can't cure tuberculosis, it can replenish the vitality of the body. Besides, you are a general of Shu, and you have been enjoying the king's salary for a long time. Why don't you hesitate to repay the country with your life?"

——No matter how much I get from the king, it is what I deserve. The Kingdom of Shu and the head of the king of Shu are not as important as my toes. I want to serve my country with my life.
Guan Huchen cursed in his heart, but did not continue to argue with Qingsong Taoist Boy.

He pulled Song Changqing and the other eight knights aside and muttered to himself. He did not tell them the truth about the "conflict of fortunes". He only talked about cutting off the small dragon vein of the Shaman, and gave them official titles and made wishes, and talked a lot of inspiring words about rewards of gold and silver, and high positions and noble titles.

Except for Song Changqing, who was worried and had an ugly face, and looked up from time to time to stare at Guan Huchen with resentment, the other eight were all smiling, rubbing their hands, and eager to try.

"Go ahead, it's right there!"

Guan Huchen pretended not to see Song Changqing's expression, nor did he go to the dragon's lair. He just stood in the distance and gave instructions.

When they found the shovel that Xiaoyu had made when he directed Manyong in his early years from the Shaman "warehouse" (a cave), Hu Chen immediately retreated far away and stayed close to Qingsong Taoist Boy.

"Yu girl, you have to stop them."

Everyone focused their attention on the dragon's lair. Lao Shaman quietly approached Xiaoyu and pulled her back a few steps, his expression anxious and frightened.

"Do you know what they are doing?" Xiaoyu felt inexplicably irritated and had a bad feeling.

"They want to dig up the dragon veins of our Dune Country." Old Sand Man leaned close to her ear, his voice as low as a mosquito's buzz, and quickly recounted the conversation he had overheard last night.

"Dragon vein." Xiao Yu looked down at the low hills beneath his feet and murmured, "Can a small mound like this give birth to a dragon vein?"

In her impression, dragon veins have always been associated with high-end mountains such as Kunlun, Changbai Mountain and Qinling Mountains.

The sand dune under her feet, let alone compared with Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain and the Five Sacred Mountains, is just a "small mound" in the desert on the west bank of the Liusha River.

If this place can give birth to dragon veins, then how powerful must the dragon veins given birth to by the famous mountains and rivers in China be?

Directly transform the dragon energy into a real dragon?
In the previous life, this was just a joke, but this is the primitive world!

"It's true. That little Taoist priest said that the dragon vein was created by you." Lao Shaman said anxiously.

Xiaoyu nodded gently, "It should be true. I have already felt it in my heart, as if..."

She closed her eyes, calmed down, and carefully felt the pulse of the earth beneath her feet.

"Oh, it's like a stray cat that I've raised for several years, running to the window and crying on a cold rainy night. But I'm asleep and can only feel it in my dreams. I feel bad in my heart." She sighed.

Old Shaman didn't quite understand what she said, but he was used to her "brain-wind" words, so he just shouted excitedly: "Yu girl, we can't let them cut off our dragon vein! That is the root of the Dune Country, and the life of us Shaman people." Xiaoyu said lightly: "What do you want to do?"

"I want you to stop them."

Xiaoyu sneered: "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"They would beat me to death more easily than killing a sandworm. But you are different. You are smart, eloquent, and you have even taken General Guan as your godfather." said the old barbarian.

Xiao Yu shook his head and said, "I have never thought about nurturing dragon veins. Before today, I didn't know there were dragon veins under the sand dunes, and I never thought about letting the Sand Barbarians compete with the Western countries for hegemony.

Now that the dragon vein has been destroyed, it is a great thing. We can peacefully work as slaves and servants for the Qin Dynasty.

In the future, I will follow my adoptive father to conquer all corners of the world for our Great Qin and establish immortal achievements. Perhaps His Majesty the Emperor of Qin will grant us a reward and promote the Shaman from savages to civilized ones.

Then the Shaman remained loyal to the Qin for generations, accumulating merits until they became a part of the Qin. "

"Will this work?" The old barbarian was stunned and at a loss.

"When my foster father and I leave, you must teach the Dune people in this way," Xiao Yu said.

The old barbarian shook his head. "I don't understand."

"It's very simple, just two words, shout after me." Xiaoyu held up two fingers and shouted loudly: "Loyalty! Sincerity!"

"Loyalty! Honesty!" the old barbarian shouted.

The black-armored knights turned around and looked at them with strange eyes.

"It's indeed a brain-wrecking syndrome!" another knight muttered.

Farther away, Guan Huchen and Qingsong Taoist Boy simultaneously withdrew their gaze from Xiaoyu's face, looked at each other, and then turned to the dragon's lair at the same time.

An hour later, the eight warriors finally dug a three-meter-deep pit at the location of the "dragon cave".

“Ah, water is coming out, but the color is wrong, why is it——ah~~~~~~~~”

First there was a cry of surprise, followed by a short but shrill howl.

It was not just one person howling, but Song Changqing and eight knights wailing together. It was a mess, but all of them were extremely mournful and painful.

The process doesn’t last.

Before the black-armored knight hurriedly approached, the howling had stopped.

"General, what happened to Lao Song and the others?"

They were rushing towards the pit quickly, but halfway through, they saw a yellow gas gushing out of the pit, mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"Boom!" The mound under his feet began to shake violently, as if an earthquake had occurred.

No matter how stupid the black-armored knights were, they didn't dare to move forward.

"Master?" Guan Huchen looked at Qingsong nervously.

Qingsong turned his gaze towards the Shaman camp, which looked like a pigpen filled with captured Shaman.

"Wa, woo, woo" Suddenly, a child's howling was heard in the Shaman camp.

"Ahhh, no, how could this happen, my talisman is cracking, no~~~~"

At the same time, miserable howls were heard from the direction of the shrine.

"Ah, his balls are bleeding! When the earth dragon turned over just now, did he lose his balance and hit his nose?"

"This isn't bleeding, the egg is spitting blood!"

"This kid must have eaten something unclean. His grandmother is a witch doctor. Let her come and take a look."

"What about grandma? His grandma lost her head a long time ago."

"Where's Yu? Isn't she back? Let her come over and take a look."

"Forget it. The armored devil is still watching us. If he wants to vomit blood, he can vomit blood. Too many people have vomited blood in the past two days."

The chaos and noise, like ripples caused by a stone falling into a lake, spread in all directions with the crying child as the center.

“Fortunately, it’s right inside the camp, so there’s no need to look for it anywhere else.

General Guan, bring the child here, we can go back now." Qingsong Dao Tong said with a smile.

"Over there, the dragon's lair." Guan Huchen hesitated and looked at the pit in the distance.

The earth shook violently for a few times, and then slowly calmed down.

But the pit in the distance was still spewing out yellow-brown gas.

"The dragon vein has been cut off. They have accomplished their duty and died a worthy death. Well, don't forget the reward I promised you before. You must pass it on to their families when you return." Qingsong Taoist said lightly.

Hu Chen looked towards the direction of the shrine again and said uncertainly: "When the earthquake happened just now, there seemed to be screams in the northwest direction."

Qingsong Dao Tong had a hint of sneer on his face and said coldly, "That's not Qianlong, don't worry about him."

Guan Huchen immediately guessed something and personally called out two black-armored knights, led them to separate the crowd, and carried the "Dan Zi" who was vomiting blood and crying to the Qingsong Taoist boy.

(End of this chapter)