Chapter 1141 is dead? (Fourth, the third on the weekly list is fat and not fat, ask for a monthly pass)

  Ten minutes later, the war is over.

  The vegetation is burnt ash, and the earth drinks blood.

  In the distance, there are grassland faint crows howling bitterly, and further away there are wolves hibernating and howling, they are waiting for the remains of the battlefield.

  The moonlight and the stars sink, and the residual flame of the power has become the brilliance of victory. Many people sit on the ground to rest in this brilliance, and some converge their bodies or bid farewell to their comrades.

  The atmosphere is very solemn, both sad and calm.

  In such a calm state.

  The wind wrapped light around them.

   "Old **** is very spicy." Qin Yu, who took the MVP of the audience, drew a sword from the heart of an evil man, threw off the remaining blood, sat on the stone, and praised Zhang Que, who was lying on the ground dying.

   Zhang Que: "..."

  Qin Yu: "The old fox still has to come to play support, see the technique in three seconds."

   Zhang Que: "..."

  Qin Yu: "The treasure sword is not old, but always strong... I praise you so much, why don't you return to me?"

   Zhang Que glanced at her and couldn't bear it: "Because I'm dying."

  This is not a joke, he does look terrible, and Qin Yu is silent.

  Zhang Que is different from others, he is the leader of the previous generation.

  After the leaders of this generation were killed, the leaders of the previous generation fought to the death in blood, which instead magnified the cruelty of the war itself.

  Qin Yu didn't speak, but Zhang Que talked a lot.

  Similar to Huiguangfanzhao.

  "If he has a problem, it’s a past, it’s because I don’t know people. If it’s a recent thing, it’s because I was bewitched by white molybdenum. It’s because I’m not careful enough, and it’s my responsibility."

  Qin Yu: "You are old, it doesn't mean you are responsible."

   Zhang Que took a breath and said faintly, “In any accident, someone will be responsible.”

  So he hung a sigh of relief, and then regained his sigh of relief by pretending to be dead. With this breath, he fought hard to cooperate with Qin Yu to provide an extremely accurate support.

  This is Jiang’s battle to save the respect, and it is also a law-your uncle is still your uncle.

   Then the uncle fell down.

  Lying on the ground, looking at the dark night and stars in the sky.

  Before he died, he had to ask himself a few questions.

   "You suspected him before."

"No, even you and him are suspected, because only you two have the greatest rights and interests, and can help Baimo and his forces complete those achievements to the greatest extent. But even after several searches and repeated verifications, I am still not sure which one it is until When you were attacked jointly by them, I observed carefully and noticed that he was far away from you beforehand. That kind of distance is actually unnecessary, because according to his ability, it should not be predicted that his master will be the target of the opponent's joint attack. , So I chose one of the two at that time and determined that he was most suspected, but the law says that there is no suspicion, so I always have to give him a chance to tear his face."

  In fact, Qin Yu later noticed that there is only one way for white molybdenum to connect with the outside—that is, through the evil elections in the dark golden room system, and then through the evil elections to contact other people.

   Bai Luo is not an evil choice, and the connection between him and Bai Mo should be through an evil choice.

  A wicked candidate in the frontal camp.

  This can make the information the most effective.

  So Qin Yu focused on analyzing which of Zhang Que and Yu He was an evil candidate. She had been experienced in this regard, and finally locked Yu He.

But Yu He's identity is different. He is a minister. Without absolute evidence, Qin Yu would not be able to single him out before the war. That would only shake the centripetal force of the special department groups. She could only follow the other party and prepare for the other party. When she was a rape, she also made some preparations to shield the other party, and also slinged the other party before the other party did not cause absolute loss during the war.

   Zhang Que is clear, so Qin Yu pretended to join forces with Yu He, and then. . There is no more.

   "Aren't you afraid that you will steal the chicken and lose the rice? They will jointly kill it."

  "They are chickens, but I don’t skimp on a handful of rice."

   "I'm talking about your life."

  "My life?" Qin Yu thought for a while, and said, "I have made predictions for the worst results before every adventure, and I am prepared for this."

  A Class B, killing her?

  No way.

  Did she also get killed by others?

  Maybe, but not today.

  Zhang Que was moved by her plain self-confidence, and her eyes became deep.

  But also weaker.

  At this time, the remaining people like Su Wanmo came over. Seeing Zhang Que seemed to be dying, everyone looked a little solemn and sad.

  Zhang Que felt that he had nothing to ask. He felt relieved, so he took a deep breath and said, "I am relieved that there are people like you. In the future, our country and the people... will leave it to..."

   Glancing at him, Qin Yu directly covered his mouth, "I don't think you want to."

  Su Wanmo and others: "..."

  People are dying, why don't you let people talk?

  However, Zhang Que opened his eyes wide, his throat moved, and he was shocked, because Qin Yu's palm obviously stuffed a small tomato-like thing into his mouth.

   is all old ginger, he instantly understands what the other party is giving-it is probably hanging!

  So he swallowed it.

  I can't spit it out.

Qin Yu didn't let him speak, and only in front of Su Wanmo and others, said slowly: "If I am a good person, even if I don't care about the world, I would like to sweep the snow before my door, but if I become bad someday , A thousand Yu He hasn't played black with me, so don't give me the right thing, you will regret it."

   Her eyes and expressions are very meaningful, and she has a three-point ruthless ghost.

Zhang Que is an old **** after all. She instantly realized that Qin Yu was not joking, and then thought about what this person had done recently, and vaguely figured out some key points—did she have used something to seduce and prompt the battle? Woolen cloth?

   But even so, Zhang Que couldn't manage it anymore. After Qin Yu released his hand, he didn't even have the strength to say a word, and he was too weak to close his eyes.

It's quiet now.

  Everyone was sad and silent.

  "War always comes with blood, and goes with blood."

  Although they have different cultures, they all have the same awe of death. A Western monk painted a mural on his chest twice, folded his hands and bowed his head in awe.

  The others also stood on the side in silence.

  Until Qin Yu got up and flicked off his sleeve, he said impatiently.

  "Are you kidding, doesn't he still breathe? Give him an oxygen tank, lift a stretcher and send it to the icu!"

  Everyone: "???"

  Oh, old **** is not dead yet, he hung his breath.

   is weak and fell asleep.

  Viscount William was also speechless by this scene, watching the Chinese hurriedly carrying his old predecessors onto the plane. . .

  The Chinese are really a magical existence.

  "You send an ordinary woman to me to negotiate and talk about such a large Sino-Western cooperation project, will you not be afraid of collapse?"

  Viscount William was the leader, and of course he would not clean up the battlefield himself, but seeing Qin Yu preparing to leave, he still asked her a few questions.

   "What crashes, the worst result is that you don't come?"

  "So, what if we don’t come? You are over, you, and your country... I think you have a plan B."

  Qin Yu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.

   "Since you are here in the end, you have more brains than those in North America, then I might as well tell you."

   "Plan B is a missile."

  (End of this chapter)