Chapter 632: Southern Expedition to the Demon Flood Dragon Palace

Marquis Changxin Lao Ai was truly angry this time. He was just working hard when the old Daoist priest rushed in.

But True Person Meng was also truly anxious this time, even more anxious than last time.

He shouted loudly while his hands were already performing immortal arts. With just a wave of his sleeve, he fanned out an immortal wind, blowing the naked Lao Ai away until he disappeared.

Neither the window nor the door opened, and Lao Ai simply vanished.

By the time he woke up in a daze, he was already several tens of li outside Xianyang City...

"A hundred people have been initially screened, thirty of whom are scouts drawn from the army, and the others are candidates recruited by the Hall of Worthies. They are currently being taught common sense in encryption, decryption, and intelligence gathering, and as for pigeon taming... it remains to be observed." Chen Gong said.

Now Bai Tu is laying signal towers in Jiangdong; its greatest role is actually for signal transmission in areas with dangerous terrain—after all, since it relies on visual transmission, it must be built in high places, and it is restricted in flat areas instead.

Zhao Kuo did not express any opinion on Li Mu's arrangement. The famous general who would shake the world in later generations had gradually grown up and become the backbone of the Zhao military.

Just when I thought I was about to die, a loud voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw the executioner's broadsword only a finger's width away from my neck.

The shame in his mouth was not even a little bit; for a businessman, face is just a fart.

In such weather, even a young turtle like himself couldn't quite hold on, let alone an elderly crab.

"Isn't that right? Boss?" The young man ignored the scale and instead questioned the boss.

Chan An, an academy inspection teacher, in charge of punishing lawless students, is the one academy students fear most.

"Brother, do you have to be so ruthless? Look, you are a turtle, we are soft-shelled turtles; perhaps thousands of years ago we were one family." A somewhat clever soft-shelled turtle looked at Gui Mu with sincere eyes and spoke.

Because they were responsible for the operation of the warships and responsible for the food supply of the ninety-nine Heavenly Guardian youths who were isolated and sealed during the year-long voyage.

Later, the Japanese wanted to form a security regiment, responsible for helping with management. After all, no matter how good the Japanese were at killing, they wouldn't really kill everyone around. They needed to station troops here and live here, so they inevitably needed the common people to farm and provide them with grain.

Once Dongfang Chen saw that his question had stirred up the sad affairs of Prometheus, the old man's emotions were very low, so he hurriedly comforted him, then said goodbye, exited the hall, and returned to the living cabin to rest.

At this time, at the exit of the amusement park, only a few people were walking around sporadically. Others had either already gone home or had been attracted by the commotion just now and gone to the coastline to watch the so-called landscape.

This relied purely on having many cannons and many shells. However, such a wealthy behavior, who else could do it besides the Independent Regiment?

Seeing this scene, He Weizhen's joy on his face grew thicker, and he wanted to praise a few words, but at this moment, he suddenly heard several violent explosions coming from behind the position.

Su Xizi had clearly come in a hurry; his cheeks were blown red by the cold wind in February, and his lips were somewhat chapped.

This man watched the rice being weighed and sent to the Qiu Mansion, then walked to the next rice shop. Su Liu hurriedly got on the carriage and followed.

"Hehe, I think we should still go find our own opportunities; we can't keep following you." Kari Mei said.

Madam Huang was truly stupid; the burning pain on her face reminded her that she was not dreaming, but that it was real, and that this bastard Su Qingquan had really hit her.

From this, Dongfang Chen thought of more. It stands to reason that the concentrated birth of so many spiritual field mutants in a certain primitive life area is extremely rare, one could say almost impossible, but Earth did it.

"Those are all people who could become my right-hand men in a few years; how much hope did I place in them?"

"Magic was originally just one path. Walking to the end and looking back, thousands of paths will meet. Our craft is not inferior to carpenters and stonemasons, and our calculations and measurements are comparable to architects. Is this all magic?" Cheese comforted his fellow disciple.

Not very old, between six and eight years old, Shen Xi listed several subjects and taught them very freely.

She sat on the railing, her expression still calm, without anger or resentment, but the words that came out of her mouth were chilling.

Thinking about it, if Jing Tianlin and the others were short-sighted people, they wouldn't need to find a fixed long-term partner like Chen Hao. If they wanted to make money, it was absolutely much easier than imagined.

Zhong Qing immediately grabbed Teacher Wei's collar, looking nervous, her pupils already slightly dilated.

In an instant, An Baobao's peach blossoms dissipated quite a bit; presumably, Master Mo would be extremely happy if he knew.

Xiao Huai straightened his back: "I think if you were really schemed against and sent to the Northwest, then the twenty-year contract between you and me would be in name only, and I would also earn much less money."

Lin Nuannuan just wanted to scold him, but heard a 'beep' from the phone; Gao Xudong had already hung up.

Not as Zhong Qing expected, this wolf's strength was weak enough; it was directly hit by Zhong Qing's baseball bat and flew to the wall. After hitting the wall, white light flashed on the wolf's body, and after the white light disappeared, the wolf was gone.

These long-term laborers were very grateful to this Mistress of the House. Since following this Mistress, life had been getting better day by day; as long as they worked hard, they didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and life was comfortable.

"Jiang Dong'er pays respects to the Mistress! Jiang Dong'er pays respects to the Senior Sister!" Jiang Dong'er came over sincerely and naturally to pay respects to Nie Youlan and Jiang Dong'er.

"Then what about Flesh and Bones?" Shi Quan continued to ask. The words of the Medical Emperor and the Calculation Emperor had already shocked Shi Quan extremely; the concept of immortality was deeply rooted in his heart.

Beneath the ground, Yue Hua's brain went 'boom'; that was her own younger sister! She had mysteriously disappeared decades ago; who would have thought that actually... could it be that the sisters were going to suffer the same fate?

The large hand, carrying rich medicinal juice, patted every part of my body. Not long after, my whole body had been patted by Li Er with medicinal soup.

Of course, such a particularly shameful thing happening, unless forced, most people are not very willing to ask their family for money.

Today is already June, and the entire Peach Blossom Spring is lush and green. The trees transplanted inside have all grown new branches and leaves full of vitality.

Li Xinyi's face immediately showed disdain; she gave a faint, inaudible snort, closed her eyes, and said no more.

When the daylight was bright, Shi Quan had the clerk bring Yu Wushang to the reception hall. At this time, Yu Wushang's temperament was completely different from before; his eyes were bright and his spirit was strong, with no more sorrowful or decadent state, heroic and spirited.

The voice was extremely flat, so flat that he almost didn't put the Realm Master in his eyes, but the Hunyuan Realm Master didn't care about Gesang's tone either. ===== CHAPTER 633 =====