Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 424 Five Orcs of Lower-Class Slaves (5)

Song Yuesheng went to find Chai Que at 9:00 p.m. and when he woke up it was already 11:00 p.m.

Go to the council hall to say goodbye.

No one is here.

She left a note of thanks on the paper and left.

Lan You and Ni Chang have relatively high status in the army.

When he saw the fish-patterned jade pendant she gave him, he didn't seem to be too concerned and let her arrange it herself.

Song Yuesheng found eighty orcs who could fly.

There are twenty orcs in a team.

There are four teams in total.

Each person brought ten leaflets.

It can be sent out in one go.

This way, there were still one hundred and sixteen leaflets left in case of emergency.

The preliminary work has been prepared, and all that remains is to wait.

"You are indeed different from us."

Nichang looked at the orcs flying in all directions at the same time and said this to Song Yuesheng sincerely.

Song Yuesheng smiled and said, "There is a difference between humans and orcs."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Nishang scratched her head. "There are rumors that the Saint is a person from another world who can unify the world and resist natural disasters, and you..."

The meaning behind this is obvious.

Song Yuesheng's eyes flickered slightly.

"I heard from Lan You that you asked him about the sacrifice, and told the clan leader that you wanted to use this to attract the Saint Girl."

Nichang put her hand to her mouth and spoke quietly.

"Miss Song, tell me secretly, are the people in your other world all very smart?"

Song Yuesheng answered the question irrelevantly.

"Why haven't I heard the rumor that the Saint is from another world?"

"That's because we suffered heavy losses in the chaos several decades ago. Therefore, the kings of several tribes at that time blocked the news."

Nichang sighed sadly as she spoke.

The key words that Song Yuesheng grasped.

"Melee?"

She flipped through the history books on Chai Que's bookshelf.

But there is no record of the melee that Nichang mentioned.

"It's because of the struggle..."

"Nichang, it's time to report to the general."

Lan You's voice was louder than Ni Chang's.

She stopped talking halfway and turned away.

This means that the kings decades ago blocked the news, but it did not work for the male protagonist of the royal family.

This is the end.

Song Yuesheng finally understood why Li Chengzhi was not curious about what she said.

Because he knew that the saint was from another world.

She also took the initiative to say that she was friends with the saint.

In his eyes, she also came from another world.

Fight?

Perhaps I can ask Bai Xu.

……

Sunset.

Two hundred leaflets fell from the sky.

The people in Dongyu Royal City initially thought it was an air raid.

Waiting to see the drawings.

People go to watch in groups of three or five.

In front of a wonton stew stall.

"Your Excellency, it is the Zhongli tribe's day of worship."

The maid handed over the flyer she had picked up.

Duan Lengshuang was puzzled: "Sacrificial day?"

The maid explained, "It is the day when the Zhongli tribe worships the God of Fire on June 21st every year. On that day, people from other tribes can also go to worship."

Duan Lengshuang nodded, not quite understanding.

Seeing the pictures similar to modern flyers, she quickly determined that they were created by Song Yuesheng.

Duan Lengshuang couldn't help but sneer.

Unexpectedly, she would encounter a time-traveling woman who used modern means to become famous.

Zhongli tribe.

Ok.

It's time to go to this place.

A saint.

It is reasonable to stay in each tribe for a period of time.

The maid noticed that she looked unhappy and asked with concern, "Saint, are you feeling unwell?"

"I want to go and see this place."

The maid hesitated: "We need to report this to the king first, and only after the king agrees..."

"Then I'll ask Li Chengzhi now."

……

royal palace.

Li Chengzhi glanced at the flyer, then raised his eyes to look at Duan Lengshuang.

"You want to see the firefly meadow?"

Duan Lengshuang leaned over and nodded affirmatively.

"I like fireflies very much. Although they are weak, they have their own meaning in this world."

Li Chengzhi: "Okay, but the journey is long, I want to follow."

"Great! I knew you were the best!"

Duan Lengshuang smiled and stretched out her arms, ready to hug Li Chengzhi, but he dodged her.

That's it again.

Do all orcs with status in this world resist being touched by humans?

This is what Chu Zhiqi did.

He is like that too.

Duan Lengshuang withdrew her hand awkwardly and pretended to tidy up her hair.

"By the way, is Sister Shanqian going?"

"She is weak and can't go."

"Is that so..." Duan Lengshuang showed a regretful expression on her face.

"Then I'll go back and pack my things, and we'll set off tomorrow. The Zhongli tribe has distributed a lot of flyers, and if we go too late, there will definitely be no vacant rooms in the inn."

Duan Lengshuang looked at the pile of memorials on the table and said with concern.

"Li Chengzhi, go to bed early and don't stay up late. It's not good for your health."

She said and left.

Only by going earlier can we expose Song Yuesheng's trick.

One saint is enough in this world.

She didn't want to hear another title to go against it.

Li Chengzhi was very upset.

It was a very good thing for him to have the saint close to him.

But he would unconsciously see her as the liar from before.

Words of concern turned into words of hypocrisy.

The two men he sent out never came back, and must have been killed by her strange bow.

Tsk.

If he knew where she was hiding, he would kill her.

Xiping tribe.

Hunting ground.

Chu Zhiqi chuckled and held the flyer presented by his subordinates in his hand.

Only people from another world can create weird paintings.

The saint is in the Dongyu tribe.

So……

He held up the drawing paper and touched his chest.

It's time for her to pay with her life.

Nanqiang tribe.

outside the palace.

"Young Master, according to the spies, the Saint will not set out until tomorrow morning. Why did you report to the King and head to the Zhongli Tribe overnight?"

The rabbit-eared boy asked the question he had hidden when he was leaving the palace.

"Who said I came here for the Saint?" The young man curled his lips with interest.

"Shatu, don't you think that the people who appear on the stone slab one after another and are similar to the Saint are more interesting than the Saint herself?"

Oops!

The young master said this, which means he is determined.

In order to make the young master lose interest, the human woman must die, or there must be something more interesting to attract the young master.

Do not ask.

The answer is that I have seen too much with my own eyes.

But that bow is so weird.

Shatu hurriedly stopped him.

"Young Master, you didn't see the scene where she shot Chu Zhiqi through with one arrow. If you had seen it, you would definitely not think so."

"It's just a bow, just grab it."

Shatu's heart was crying.

No!

For the safety of the young master, he decided to strike first.

As long as that woman died, the young master wouldn't be hurt, and the king wouldn't punish him for failing to protect him.

"Ah sneeze!"

"Ah sneeze!"

"Ah... cough cough."

Song Yuesheng kept coughing while leaning against the door.

"Sister Yue, someone must be saying bad things about you behind your back."

"Not bad, Sparrow Spirit, you've learned how to answer quickly."

Song Yuesheng patted his chest.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a white dove flying away.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Xu walked over with a resentful look on his face.

"You didn't keep your promise to tell me what the Saint likes."

"Don't accuse me, I said two. What about you?"

Song Yuesheng raised his eyebrows.

"I said that on the premise that you take care of me. But these past few days you've been moving around randomly, eating the meals prepared for me by the maids without waiting for me to eat, forcing me to have to eat cold food."

"Bai Xu, ask yourself honestly. When did you take care of me as you said you would?"

Bai Xu remained silent.

Because it's true, I can't think of any words to refute it.

"I think the two of you have done your best."

Song Yuesheng recalled the direction the pigeon flew, then looked at him.

"If you want to know more, you have to take care of me like my maid takes care of you. If you want to kill me, I am not a vegetarian either."

Bai Xu: ...

Angry.

But my hands hurt.