This cheap guy in my family is really coaxing!

Looking at Yan Jun's smug look, Jian'er couldn't help but feel black. However, she couldn't help but feel soft. Jian'er wouldn't think that Yan Jun would be so naughty with his ability. He would put everything on his face. To put it bluntly, it was that Yan Jun ate more salt than she ate (of course, there was a premise, that is, Yan Jun also ate the same diet as ordinary people.), this person was old (although he couldn't see it on his appearance, he was definitely old enough). In addition, he was in a high position. If he hadn't really regarded Jian'er as his own and was completely unpretentious, how could Yan Jun have such an expression?

"Brother, are you finished giving me a lesson? Those people..." Jian'er whispered to the people who fell to the ground, "What should I do? Or should I say hello to Prince Abdul Alimu first and ask him for a charter? Ah, by the way, those people will not leave any sequelae after being delayed for a long time, right?" Jian'er didn't forget, what is said in the book? How long does it take to breathe or have no heartbeat? When you wake up, you may have such sequelae.

Jian Er saw that they were basically young and strong. According to Arab customs, these people should have already started a family. They may have several children. If something happens, they may even be separated. Since they have decided to save people, they will naturally help them to the end. If there are any sequelae, they may have some remedies. If they have a word of their own, they will be no less than the kindness of life-saving.

"What does Deser mean? How do you say this girl?" Yan Jun flicked Jian'er's forehead and then replied, "Okay, go and tell him. After all, this is also someone else's housework. It's time to talk to the owner. Don't do good things, but you will complain. As for the sequelae you mentioned (a tiger in the face), is my brother so useless?"

"Hehe, that's it! It doesn't matter who you are, how could you make such a mistake?" Jian'er just flattered her, "Then I'll tell someone now!" After that, without waiting for Yan Jun to say anything, Jian'er rushed towards Prince Abdul Alimu like a monkey.

"This girl... is really, she doesn't look like a lady." Yan Jun shook his head, but although he complained, the doting in his eyes could not be hidden.

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"Song," Before Jian'er could approach, Prince Abdul Alimu turned around as if he had some feelings, and smiled slightly far-fetchedly before saying, "I'm sorry for having encountered such an unpleasant thing..."

"It's great, there's no need to be polite to me. I know you're in a bad mood, and if you don't want to laugh, you don't have to force me." Jian'er waved her hand. She was not comfortable with these unnutritious official polite words, especially when the person who spoke was still posing a bitter face that she could see.

"I'm sorry, Song, I'm rude." Prince Abdul Alimu quickly adjusted his emotions, and then apologized to Jian'er for owing her body.

"What are your plans for these people?" Jian'er waved her hand gently, indicating that she didn't care, and then raised her chin and signaled to the rebels who had been controlled by Emil's guards who came later and the bodies of the dead who had already been brought together.

"Although they were deceived by my uncle to a certain extent, since they did something wrong, they still have to bear the punishment they deserve." Although Prince Abdul Alimu was very surprised why Jian'er suddenly asked about this, after all, this person who has always been acting was not a curious person. But he did not hide it and directly informed Jian'er of his handling opinions. After all, Jian'er is also one of the parties involved, and she has the right to know these.

"Where are those dead?" Jian'er asked again. To be honest, she didn't care about the few people. She was concerned about the dead... Oh, sorry, these people can't be described as dead. After all, they are just in a state of fake death, right?

"Those people..." Prince Abdul Alimu couldn't help but sigh, "For those people, we will notify their families that as for their bodies, we will bury them on the spot after holding the "大大" (funeral ceremony) for them (Islam is in the spirit of "being buried in the soil" and advocates burying the dead as soon as possible, and the remains should not be left for a long time. At the same time, their teachings also stipulate that the dead must be buried within three days, regardless of time, regardless of Feng Shui, and be buried on the spot. If they die on a journey or in a foreign land, they will be buried in the place where they choose. After the funeral is held, the bodies will be thrown into the river and sea and bury water). Speaking of which, they are still implicated by my uncle Abud."

"Buried?" Jian'er couldn't help but be stunned. Although she didn't know what the "Zhi'er" in Prince Abdul Alimu's mouth was, she could still understand the word "buried" and couldn't help but become anxious. "But these people are still alive..."

"What did you say?" Prince Abdul Alimu suddenly turned his head and looked at Jian'er with disbelief.

"I said they are still alive." Jian'er scratched her head and said.

"What?! Impossible!" Prince Abdul Alimu couldn't hold it anymore. He didn't bother to ask more details, so he rushed towards the dead, pushed away the guards in front of him, stretched out his hand and looked at the wings of the nose closest to his body, without breathing... and then explored the carotid artery, without beating either.

"Your Highness, we have carefully checked before and we have confirmed that they are all dead." The guard who was pushed away couldn't help but speak when he saw Prince Abdul Alimu's actions.

"Abdul, all we can do for them now is prayer!" A big palm fell gently on Abdul's shoulder, his father. As the Emir of this country, these people who died were his people. Although they committed the great crime of intention to kill the regency, the real culprit was his younger brother, who were just blinded by his younger brother. Death was like a lamp extinguishing, and he was also saddened by the death of his own people.

"Song, what's going on?" Prince Abdul Alimu turned around and asked Jian'er. He didn't believe that Jian'er would play with him with such a thing!
Chapter completed!