The guard felt that his young master was very impressive.
High, really high.
The Security Committee had no involvement in this battle, and the young master was completely in retreat. The opponent's results and sacrifices originally had nothing to do with the Security Committee.
But if the news spreads about the young master's arrival, no one will be able to say that he is affectionate and righteous.
I couldn't help but remember that the young master and the popular Qi Ming were once teammates, and the two of them even made public appearances together.
In all future posts about Qiming, someone will think of the young master's heroic appearance.
This is the personal name of a former teammate, and even the military cannot refuse it. But who doesn’t know that the young master is the young master of the Security Committee? Doesn’t he get the honor of the Security Committee?
Spending tens of billions on such a big splash is really not a waste at all.
However, Shen Qinghe was not as scheming as the guards thought.
He just held the information in his hand, trembling slightly, and printed his palm prints on the paper with good texture.
"Also, inform the entire action team of the Security Committee to conduct a thorough investigation of suspected god-worshiping strongholds throughout Kyushu from now on. All industries related to demon smuggling and demon parasitism will be cleared away."
They always don't want to start a fight.
I always feel that not many years have passed since the end of Blue Star. Humanity is lingering, exhausted physically and mentally, like a frightened bird. It is not suitable for such a time to cause earth-shaking.
Even conservatives always use the public opinion of god worshipers to maintain their political status.
Even the shocking explosion in the imperial capital could not make people determined to take action.
The result was that he tolerated traitors, fostered tigers, and almost destroyed the capital of Kyushu.
During this retreat, Shen Qinghe successfully broke through to the seventh level.
A seventh-level martial artist is qualified to come to the stage.
Now that the boring political squabbles are over.
Let him sort it all out.
"At the same time, contact Nile Anjie and Ribuluo Anjie and apply to resume the remaining schedule of the college exchange group. One day, I will make this Anjie free of cults."
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Wasteland Dynasty.
Xia Houtian stood in front of the young man in black clothes in the intelligence room, playing with a hollow bullet shell in his hand.
"Is it past 0 o'clock? It should be the next day now. Can you answer my question?"
The young man in Xuanyi was a little helpless: "Oh my majestic Shuguang Emperor! You can actually block me in front of me and do such a thing. Your filter is shattered into glass slag."
"No, I don't break the rules if you ask me every day. Let's do the math. Is that guy Long San still alive?"
Xia Houtian finally managed to deal with the bad things in Anjie, and his grandson returned to the wasteland after pretending for so long.
I haven't been in a good mood lately.
He has ten thousand plans waiting to be implemented.
But first, we need to know if Qiming is still alive.
Holding his chin with his hand, the young man in black clothes didn't look as reluctant as his tone. Instead, he stared at Xia Houtian's black iron mask with a hint of obsession.
Who doesn’t love a domineering black boss?
"Take the money, 100 billion."
The corner of Xia Houtian's mouth rose: "It seems that he is still alive. Let's not ask about this. Is there the current location of Dongfang Rong of the God Worship Cult?"
The young man in black clothes continued to step forward and said, "How about you take off the mask and show it to me, and I can help you figure it out?"
"Dangdang Dynasty, you don't know my identity? Didn't you ask your princess?"
Diana revealed his identity to his face at Wrangell Island. Is this kid pretending to be stupid with me here?
The young man in Xuanyi was noncommittal.
How is knowing the identity the same as seeing the face.
How can it be the same when you see the silly, sweet, loser face in the photo and when you see the big black boss himself at such a close distance?
That enlightenment is so magical.
Her Royal Highness, the princess, has been playing with people's hearts for so many years. She has seduced anywhere from a thousand to eight hundred beautiful boys, and there are more than twenty famous ones. How has she ever been so interested in any one of them?
The dynasty is clearly not involved in the disputes between the gods and religions, but now it is frantically collecting information on the four saints.
And this Emperor of Dawn.
He is also a hero of the wasteland generation, a legendary figure. For so many years, he has done everything based on his preference, and he has never given anyone face.
Now he has to go to war for a small Qiming.
Looking at his appearance, it was obvious that he was really angry.
There are only a few magical characters in the wasteland, and they are all surrounding one person.
Even he couldn't help but be curious.
"What do you want to do? The Four Saints are not as easy to deal with as you think."
Xia Houtian sneered.
What do you want to do?
He wanted to live peacefully in Anjie and live an ordinary life as a useless person.
This group of people attacked here and there all day long, making the chickens and dogs restless, and almost caused him to be exposed several times.
He wants to live freely in the wasteland and be the Shuguang Emperor who can do as he pleases and no one dares to offend him.
This group of people would frequently cause earth-shattering events, blocking his financial path, affecting his reputation, and shaking his status.
Xia Houtian didn't even bother to say anything about human justice!
What he wants to do is simple, isn't it?
He thought there was no cult in this wasteland.
…
Eternal Jedi.
A full 20 days passed.
Qiming can no longer remember how many times he has restarted "God of Fighting".
In this small area, he was killed countless times and died in pain countless times.
Then restart everything and experience it all from the beginning.
There is sunshine in the sky here, and countless vitality overflows. With the help of the star wheel, Qiming doesn't even need to eat or drink.
Just meditate and concentrate, and circulate your Yang energy to recover from the fatigue of battle.
The sun would never set anyway, and he had no idea how long it had been since he entered this place.
Open your eyes again and log into "God of War" again.
The movements of "God of Fighting" are completely different from those 20 days ago. The extremely smooth operation has the smoothness and uncannyness of Feng Sen, but also the domineering and fierceness of Hongying.
The characteristics of all the opponents he had fought against before have been practiced again and again by Qiming, the control of timing, control of distance, control of angles...
Qiming is like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing water from the ocean.
The so-called physical exercise assessment is not, in the final analysis, intended to strengthen muscles, bones and skin.
It is to enhance the body’s perception of wave-particle motion.
Standing in the cockpit of "God of War" is Qiming's best way to sense wave particles and strengthen itself.
The ghost-faced Buddha spider's silk is sprayed from the front.
"God of War" didn't even change its direction, it just made a small and clever turn, and missed the jet of spider silk.
"God of War" does not have a built-in injector joystick, and even now he is still unable to perform extreme movements that he cannot do purely mechanically.
But he no longer needs to open and close, moving repeatedly like a flea looking for loopholes.
Instead, he rushed towards the Ghost-Faced Buddha Spider close to the ground and bypassed its giant feet.
The Ghost Faced Buddha Spider field erupts!
The wave particles began to flow, and "God of War" immediately deflected its flight angle to avoid the impact as much as possible.
The 20-meter-high body created lightning shadows under the 30-meter-high feet, but surprisingly, it was not stepped on once.
"Damn it, you damn flea!"
