Kapitel 390: Earthquake in Dongqing (XXII)

Qiguan Rang used both his hands to pull the rope. His palms held his fan, made from feathers, tightly. "Xiaoyu is very intelligent. Why don't you guess?"

He never expected to meet an old friend under such circumstances. Make a guess? To h*ll with guessing.

Xu Ke pursed his lips. He glanced at the young man holding the torch and said, "The troops?"

"Exactly," Qiguan Rang replied with a smile.

If Qiguan Rang was not riding a huge horse, Xu Ke would have pulled him down and given him a good beating.

"Why are Langjun's troops here?"

The troops were one's personal army––one's own military might. Why did Qiguan Rang rally so many of them from Chongzhou?

Qiguan Rang did not reply; rather, it was Meng Hun, who was standing at the side, who cupped his hands and bowed politely. He said, "Master Qiguan knew Langjun was in danger. Thus, we came."

Xu Ke responded, "Why didn't I know you were able to predict the future?"