Chapter 1325.1

The white slowly moving, standing people squint, as if their own eyes mistook. He closed his eyes and opened them again. The white color became more conspicuous. Now he saw it clearly. It was a personal shadow.

But he closed his eyes and the figure was still far away. How could he be so close to him as soon as he closed his eyes and opened them?

But he didn't have time to doubt for a long time, because soon, the white shadow came to them.

"Lao Han -"

after listening to the voice, the squatter slowly raised his head, looked at the straight eyes of his peers, and then followed his eyes.

In front of them stood a thin man. He was pale, but his face was one on top of the other. It was the first time that they had seen such a good-looking man.

It's just that the beautiful people seem to wear less clothes, so that their faces turn pale with cold.

"Who are you?"

The squatter also stood up, "what are you doing here?"

Ji Rao's sight missed them and fell on the barren land behind them. "I'm looking for something."

They both looked at each other and felt strange. It's reasonable to say that in the winter, this hill is dry, and no one should be here.

"What are you looking for?"

"Guns."

Two people suddenly changed facial expression.

Ji Rao's vision moved back gently, "take me to find the gun you hid."

The two men only stopped for a second, and then immediately rushed toward Ji Rao.

Although these two men are big and rough, no matter how powerful they are, how can they defeat ghosts.

They only saw Ji Rao gently raised his hand, and they were strangled by the invisible force, which was so powerful that they directly lifted the two men up, and then bumped into the branch of the tree behind them.

Two people are in a mess of get up, all with the startled eye looking at Ji Rao.

"You, you It's not human. "

Ji Rao looked at them coldly and condescensively, "tell me where it is."

One of them, who was beaten farther away, turned his eyes, got up and ran out. Ji Rao took a look at the man and moved his finger slightly. But thinking of Chu Xiu, he put it down again.

Take it for granted that in the face of Chu Xiu, if he has less than one life, he has less than one life.

The rest of the people watched Ji Rao come towards him. Even in extreme panic, he still noticed that Ji Rao didn't make a sound when he stepped on the dead leaves.

He moved his mouth, but he couldn't say anything. The cold wind whistled on his face, but he looked at Ji Rao like unconscious.

The white man squatted down in front of him. "Tell me, where are the weapons you've hidden."

……

Outside the tent was the rough voice of the soldiers talking. The dwarf sat on the chair and stood up again in two seconds, pacing as if anxiously. From time to time, he calmed down to listen to the outside voice, or directly opened the tent to see if Chu Xiu was coming.

It took him two hours to wait, and finally the voice of the soldiers rang out.

"Young commander!"

The next moment, the curtain was lifted up, the cold wind poured in, and the fire in the house flashed.

The dwarf's eyes brightened, "you're here at last."

Chu Xiu stopped in front of him. His uniform made him stand there like a straight bamboo. The color of his face under his hat is condensed, and his eyes are extremely black. Even if he is hanging a hand, it also gives people a great sense of oppression.