Chapter 111: How much? 450!?

Do you still remember what you did after the college entrance exam, when you suddenly shed the identity of a high school senior?

It was the clatter of keyboards and mice, thoroughly indulging in a gaming binge at the internet café.

It was drinking and making merry, getting dead drunk for the first time.

Or perhaps, using "staying the night at a best friend's/brother's place" as an excuse, quietly taking the first step toward becoming an adult.

Or maybe synthesizing 【Equipment】, losing weight, fulfilling a wish, buying a computer, and incidentally writing half a novel.

But no matter how one spent that time,

Song Zheng thought he had already passed the stage of psychological construction, but after taking out the Fat and Thin duo, he realized this stage was still ongoing.

The giant shears were shattered by the black furnace; the yellow-faced old man's complexion turned pale, his body trembled, and he staggered back a few steps.

Liren nodded and said: "Very good. In just ten days, we can turn back and enter the mountain. Go!" Fang Ning accepted the order and withdrew.

Seeing his worried expression, Xu Xian'er did not dare to disturb his thoughts. It wasn't until the low exhaust sound of a car came from outside that Han Xiao was still lost in deep thought.

She once had the thought of never marrying, perhaps because she had already grown accustomed to Wang Feng, accustomed to the heroic image of the young man in green military uniform, accustomed to a special forces soldier whose martial arts were invincible, accustomed to everything about Wang Feng; it was already very difficult for her to get accustomed to anything else.

"Dean Bei, you are too polite! Please forgive us for arriving late." The thin, tall elder walking in front smiled faintly and hurriedly cupped his hands in return, and the other elders and attendants followed suit.

"Don't give me that crap, just one word: are you moving this car or not? If you don't, I'll smash it for you!" the spicy hot pot shop owner said in a rage.

"Auntie Li, let's talk about it when we get back. It's getting late, and Divine Physician Ye needs to rest, so we won't disturb him any further," Yu Man said immediately.

After this incident, the good moods of these people were all ruined by Xiao Yi; they had no heart left for eating, drinking, or having fun, and only wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

The Grand Master of Ceremonies stuttered twice, and before he could finish speaking, he was directly struck down by King Zhou with a sword, blood splashing three feet high.

Mother Nan feared having no one to rely on in her old age, Emperor Qiyuan feared becoming a puppet, and the concubines in the palace feared having no favor or children. And her father, Li Qingzhi, who refused to listen to her persuasion to step back, probably also had things he feared.

Just as Qin Yun was pondering, a sudden tremor of fear struck his heart. He had no time to think; his years of rich experience made him subconsciously pull Ao Kun and execute "Distance as the Horizon," instantly disappearing from the restaurant.

Li Zhi rested for a while in the living shrine before taking his entourage out. But as soon as he reached the entrance of the shrine, he saw dozens of elderly people and farmers holding jars and pots coming up.

"By the way, Prince, I wonder how many Winged People are currently in the capital, and among them, how many are commoners? How many are nobles? Before I left the capital, the Emperor was somewhat curious," Qin Yun suddenly said, causing the originally noisy hall to fall into a sudden silence.

Yet today, those Tiger Might Army banners, each painted with a tiger head, were fluttering on the city walls of Paris.

Calculating this way, after deducting the sixty shi of land rent for the General, a farmer couple could collect forty shi of grain into their granary.

The Yong'an Army was already famous throughout the world, and Xiao Yi had reached the rank of Regional Commander. Every soldier of the Yong'an Army had their own goals and was striving for them, but Xiao Yi, who gave them those goals to strive for, was beginning to feel somewhat lost.

The strategy of "killing the king to kill the thieves" was indeed correct! Once Meng Meng Qi died, the "faith network" centered on him instantly collapsed. Under the pressure of his will, the Gek apes that were fighting humans immediately stopped, and in less than a second, almost all the Gek apes fell into chaos.

It was not raining outside the ward. Tonight, Hongjing was exceptionally dark and dry. In the room, there wasn't even the pitter-patter of keyboard sounds or the rapid clicking of mice; they were all waiting for Duanyang's email. **CHAPTER 112**