I crossed over and became the fate of the Qin Dynasty

Li Si and Han Fei also knew that something had happened to the sudden stop of the carriage, so they stopped asking the questions in their hands and held the sword around their waists to protect Ying Zheng's surroundings.

"Don't worry, Son of Heaven, it's just that a beast passed by, and it will be all right soon."

Wei Zhuang was listening to the wind around him at this time, feeling the faint power, so naturally he would not have time to return to Ying Zheng's words.

The one who answered was Huantai, Meng Ao's adjutant back then, who is now in charge of the concubine.

Because of Meng Ao's appreciation, Anyi, who specially accompanied Ying Zheng, was also sent by Wang Lu to follow Ying Zheng because of Meng Ao's appreciation.

Ying Zheng naturally knew this person, and he didn't care what she said, so he lost interest and continued to look at the bamboo slips in his hand.

Li Si and Han Fei did not relax their vigilance. It should be said that if they did not relax outside, they would not relax.

"call--"

There was another gust of wind blowing, and this time he showed his head, and Wei Zhuang grabbed his tail.

It was a piece of wood, swaying in the wind, and it didn't seem to be any different.

However, Wei Zhuang just stared at it, and he felt a sense of intimidation from there.

"scare!"

A pair of bright eyes suddenly flashed out from the wood, and it was still bright tomorrow, but those eyes were extraordinarily bright.

And Wei Zhuang also saw those eyes clearly, and instantly knew what was coming.

Those were a pair of tiger eyes, and what came was a big bug, not just an ordinary big bug.

"Be careful."

Wei Zhuang uttered two words slightly, and stopped talking, because those tiger eyes were gone, but the power still haunted him.

"call--"

There was another gust of wind, and it seemed that this gust of wind just happened to blow into the hearts of this group of people, making them feel chilly.

"coming!"

Wei Zhuang only felt that his spirit reached its peak in an instant, and the aura on his body locked on that power in an instant.

It was like strolling in a garden, just like when he assassinated Ying Zheng, walking slowly, but moving extremely fast.

A white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes just jumped out, as if bumping into it, it bumped into Wei Zhuang's sword in a daze, and bumped into Tai'a.

"Roar--!"

The big worm was also shrewd, as if it sensed something was wrong, it turned around slightly, then drove off by mistake, landed on the ground, stared at Wei Zhuang and roared angrily.

Wei Zhuang felt a little different taste, it was a different kind of taste, in other words, it was the taste that would come from eating something that shouldn't be eaten.

The big worm was extraordinarily huge, at least much bigger than what Wei Zhuang had seen.

Moreover, the bloody smell on his body was extremely strong, giving him a sense of oppression all the time.

It stands to reason that such ferocious beasts are the least likely to attack people, let alone groups of people.

Judging by the fur color and size of this big bug, it doesn't look like it's hungry.

In this way, there is only one explanation for the aggressive nature of this tiger.

This big insect ate people, and more than one, even became obsessed with the smell of people.

However, Wei Zhuang was not panicked.

If he was the only one, he might just run away, but now there are ten or twenty Qin soldiers behind him, all of whom are carrying bows and crossbows, and what they are most afraid of are the beasts in the mountains.

Even if this beast has a spirit and wisdom, it cannot escape death.

Ten or twenty Qin soldiers were not frightened. The cruelty on the battlefield was much more terrifying than this tiger. They even survived the battlefield, and they had no reason to be afraid of this tiger.

Following Huantai's gestures, except for the pawn pressing down on the horse, the other pawns immediately put into position, lined up and drew their crossbows, aiming at the big worm.

"Mr. Wei, come down first, we will leave this beast to us!"

Hearing Huantai's voice, Wei Zhuang didn't hold back, just faced the big worm, and retreated slowly.

After all, he was just an assassin, if he couldn't kill him with one blow, he didn't have many backup players, so he had to run away or wait to die.

The big worm watched Wei Zhuang recede like this, and also retreated slowly. It already felt the danger, a danger that could kill it.

And this danger comes from the "food" holding things!

"What's the matter? Can't there be a big bug?"

Ying Zheng leaned out suddenly. He just heard the roar of a wild beast in the frame, and he heard the sound of a tiger.

"Let's keep it, I still lack a cushion, and I want a tiger skin one!"

Chapter 102 Yingzheng Slays the Big Worm (Please ask for tickets, please subscribe)

The big worm was silent the moment Ying Zheng came out.

The originally hideous face instantly became terrified.

It felt a power, a power of heaven.

It wanted to run, but it didn't have the strength to do so, it could only stand there blankly, and even howling seemed weak.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Wei Zhuang and the others.

No matter whether the big worm resisted or ate people, since Ying Zheng's words fell, there was no other choice but to die and be made into a mat.

Ying Zheng stood up and stood up from the carriage. He didn't seem to see clearly again, so he jumped lightly, and happened to jump onto the horse pulling the carriage.

The horse was originally suppressed by soldiers, although it was a little honest, it was not completely harmless.

Ying Zheng's jump was very likely to startle the horse again, and the soldier was also afraid of flashing Ying Zheng, so he deliberately pressed a little tighter, lest the horse should be startled and Ying Zheng would be frightened.

These worries are probably unnecessary.

From the moment Ying Zheng stepped on it, the horse became docile and remained motionless, allowing Ying Zheng to step on it.

Ying Zheng didn't care about these things, he just looked at the big bug lying on the ground slightly, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was.

After all, the fur was too smooth, without a trace of scars, and it was as white as snow adhering to the flesh and blood of the big worm.

Such a high-quality tiger skin would probably be worthy of Ying Zheng's dignity.