Su Qiao was a little dumbfounded. "What does it mean to be mentally ill?"
Could it be that he is a lunatic?
[You can think of it as multiple Dissociative Identity Disorder for the time being. He seems to have confused memory. From time to time, he thinks of himself as a certain person or role, and then makes people talk a lot of nonsense. This is a bit complicated. Just stop him and stop him from talking.]
Su Qiao The whole person is in a mess in the wind.
There are multiple Dissociative Identity Disorders again, memory confusion, and various roles...
What is all this?
"Ah... ah..."
The mute guard pulled his master anxiously, trying to pull him away, but his wife Family Head didn't cooperate at all, so he could only worry while doing it.
"This king..."
Zhao Jingting put one hand behind his back, raised his head slightly, and wore a Daoist priest's uniform that made him look like a jade tree facing the wind, feeling high-spirited.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a warm hand tightly covered his mouth.
Su Qiao didn't care whether he felt comfortable or not. He smiled awkwardly at the people around him and said, "He means that his surname is Wang."
Facing the suspicious looks from the people around her, she had an idea. "Oh, when he was in our town, his favorite thing was to go to the teahouse and listen to the master's stories. Sometimes he also liked to talk himself."
Well, yes, that's right, that's it.
In order for others to believe you, you must first convince yourself that this is the truth.
Su Qiao faced everyone calmly.
Everyone looked enlightened.
"So that's what happened. I thought there was something wrong with his brain."
Su Qiao My head hurts a little when I think of this guy's current situation.
In order to avoid unnecessary trouble in the future, she felt a little embarrassed Underground Passage: "Ahem, he has been injured in the brain, and there is indeed something wrong."
As if she was afraid that everyone would misunderstand and dislike him, she was a little anxious Underground Passage: "But it's not a big problem. I just talk a little more occasionally and like to talk about the books he has heard before."
"So there is really a problem?"
No wonder they thought this little Daoist priest was a bit arrogant.
The big guys nodded one after another as they understood, and at the same time they secretly planned to stay away from this little Daoist priest in the future.
Someone with a brain problem, who knows if he will hit someone?
Zhao Jingting gritted his teeth in anger, pulled down Su Qiao's hand, and glared. "Bold! I Zhao..."
"Okay, okay, I'm bold, I'm bold, let's go back to the house to talk first, okay?"
You see everyone is training so hard, aren't you interrupting other people's business here? "
Su Qiao rushed up and covered his mouth in time. Because he was short, he had to weigh his feet when covering his mouth, which looked a bit funny.
But she no longer cared about this at this time. She dragged Zhao Jingting and wanted to take him to a sparsely populated area behind, while persuading him in a good voice.
However, Zhao Jingting did not cooperate at all.
"What did he just say?"
The focus of the people around was once again focused on Zhao Jingting.
Especially those who clearly heard the word "Zhao" suddenly had doubts in their eyes.
Su Qiao was a little angry, pinched Zhao Jingting secretly, turned around and said to everyone very naturally:
"Oh, he was just angry that I refuted his suggestion. He said before that he would cut off the grain and grass of Zhao and starve those named Zhao to death. It was me who said this was not practical."
[Host, you are really a blind cat who has encountered a dead mouse. In some local dialects, the word "I" has a similar homophone to "hungry".]
It's 'my king' again, and the surname is exposed again. Even 444 is worried about them.
The people in Refugee Group come from all over the world, but they have a common enemy, which is Imperial Family.