"But, I still have to go to Jinan..."

Qian Zhao looked at Ji Ling, and a hint of embarrassment appeared in his eyes.

Qianzhao is not a person who is fickle and complacent.

On the contrary, Qianzhao is a person with a beginning and an end.

Qian Zhao collected corpses twice in his lifetime, and once in his teacher Leyin collected corpses, which moved the bandits.

Once, it was to collect the body of the former Lord Yuan Shang, which moved Cao Cao.

"Zi Jing, I just heard your conversation. If you were to pick up Ding and Cao Ang, if they were the family of Dianjun Academy, there would be no need to go to Jinan. They had been killed by the Yellow Turban bandit Xu He!"

"ah!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhao had not yet reacted, Bian Bing, who was standing on the boat next door, spoke in horror.

"General Ji, I am a relative of Cao Mengde, the captain of the Dian Army. What you said seriously?"

Ji Ling's expression suddenly became cold. He looked at Bian Bing across the boat and replied coldly.

"What do you think are the big surnames and powerful people in Jinan, including Jinan King Liu Yun, slaughtered by Xu and Manchus?"

Ji Ling's words are real and real, but Bian Bing, who is not sure about the details, is still fine.

Who made Ding’s relatives a powerful man in Jinan?

"sail!"

He Miao, who had been watching silently for a long time, was happy and even gloated.

"Didn't you, Bian Bing, want to pick up Ding and Cao Ang?"
Chapter completed!