I am Luo Cheng in Sui Dynasty

Jin Jia's expression changed, and he quickly said:"Little Marquis, the prisoner has not been handed over, so we cannot open it."……"

"Shut up. Luo

Cheng looked cold:"Do you really think I don't know who you are?""

He glanced over and immediately saw that Jin Jia's hands and feet were cold.

He felt that there was a terrifying edge in those eyes!

A terrifying sense of oppression came over his face.

Jin Jia was shocked, this little Marquis The feeling it gave him was even more terrifying than the feeling given to him by the second owner of the village!

It was like a magic gun with unparalleled sharpness that could pierce through anyone who disobeyed him at any time.

"Little Marquis... I'm joking... I am a government official in Luzhou Prefecture."

Jin Jia forced out a smile and stammered.

"Humph, Shan Xiongxin arranged for you to escort him. Do you think I don’t know how you got here along the way? Luo

Cheng shouted.

He was familiar with the plot and knew that Qin Qiong had never worn shackles along the way. He only wore them to avoid suspicion when he entered the Jizhou realm.

Jin Jia's pupils shrank sharply, like needlepoints!

Even Qin Qiong was shocked. Looking at Luo Cheng, the two looked at each other. They had no idea how the young marquis in front of them knew these things.

Jin Jia shut his mouth without hesitation and said no more.

There was no way, the person in front of him was Peking. Little Marquis.

Looking at the entire Sui Dynasty, only members of the royal family have a higher status than others.

He, an ordinary government servant, has no way to fight against him.

"Luo Yi, bring me your trump cards."Luo Cheng turned his head and called to the big man. Luo Yi was the big man in the lead.

When he heard the words, he immediately rushed over, holding a pair of maces on the left and right in his hands.

This is his The weapon he is good at happens to be the double mace.

Previously, in order not to alert the snake, he hid it in the carriage

"give him. Luo

Cheng stared at Qin Qiong:"Let me see your trump card.""

Golden mace controls the Yangtze River.

He has long wanted to see his uncle's mace!"

"Give."

Luo Yi handed over his mace.

Qin Qiong was in a daze and did not accept it. Instead, he looked at Luo Cheng with doubts.

His mind was filled with questions one after another.

How did the little marquis in front of him know that Jin Jia was Shan Xiongxin? How do people know how they got here?……

"Take it. Luo Cheng's eyes became sharp, like aquiline hooks,"Don't worry, my family in Jizhou has the final say. As long as your tactics satisfy me today, you will be released from prison immediately." Jin

Jia immediately trembled, and did not care to offend Luo Cheng. He quickly lowered his voice and said in Qin Qiong's ear:"Uncle Bao, this is a good opportunity. If you can satisfy the little Marquis, I'm afraid you can not only get rid of If you get your criminal record, you can still achieve great success!"

Qin Qiong nodded slightly, putting aside the doubts in his heart for the time being.

He looked at the two weapons in front of him, and his eyes became firm. He has high aspirations, at least until he avenges his father's blood, he does not want to be a prisoner for the rest of his life.

Now the opportunity is in front of him. , there is no reason to miss it!

"Then put it."

Luo Yi is a little impatient.

I don't know what happened to the young marquis. He is acting strange today.

Why should he be so concerned about a prisoner?

"Um?"

But he had just shown an impatient look when Luo Cheng had already glared at him fiercely, which shocked him. He quickly lowered his head and swallowed, not daring to say more.

Qin Qiong took the two tools and thought about it. Once.

Too light, not as good as his own mace.

The total sum is up to three thousand kilograms, which means that one mace only weighs one thousand five hundred kilograms.

And the pair of ancestral maces he used before weighed as much as nine kilograms in total. One thousand, six hundred kilograms.

From nine thousand six hundred kilograms to two or three thousand kilograms, this discomfort is very strong.

But he doesn’t have to choose. It’s good to have a trump card for him here. As a prisoner, he is not qualified to choose. Pick and choose

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