"So much money?"
Yu Yueyue's eyes lit up when she heard that there were five thousand gold bars. This time, she invested money in my name to build the Wanqing Palace. This surpassed Murong Lian's 2,800 gold bars in one fell swoop, right?
Who in the future will dare to comment on my lack of money?
"We'll find out when we receive the reward. Why are we talking about this now? Come on, come with me and see if any of the three captains are injured."
Ye Congwen saw that the demon core and the flesh and blood of the demon beast were in hand, and there was no reason for others to share the credit. He took Yu Yueyue to comfort the wounded. If necessary, he could provide them with some free Qianqian fairy water mixed with Netherworld Cold Spring to heal their injuries. .
With the support of Yu Yueyue, Ye Congwen staggered to the front of the crowd and greeted with a voice so hoarse that it was smoking:
"Is everyone okay? Is anyone seriously injured? I didn't expect this peak-level monster to be so violent. It hurriedly exploded before I could use the thunder and fire formation, and I didn't even have time to warn."
When everyone saw Yu Yueyue harvesting Hong-level monsters there, they thought it was Ye Congwen who was scheming. In addition, they couldn't get up for a long time, which made Ye Congwen very unhappy.
However, when they saw that Ye Congwen was also staggering and suffering from internal injuries, the anger in his heart dissipated instantly, and each of them calmly advised:
"It happened suddenly. No one expected that this peak-level monster would suddenly self-destruct. You didn't take action, and we didn't push it into a desperate situation. Why did it self-destruct?
Deputy Commander Ye, are you seriously injured? "
"I was blown several miles away by the explosion wave, but I quickly blocked it with a steel umbrella. Now my hands and feet are slightly numb and my limbs are weak."
Ye Congwen was supported by Yu Yueyue and said feebly. At this time, the downwind Hong-level monsters had also been frightened by the loud noise, and they followed the peak Hong-level monsters and fled into the deep mountains and old forests.
Seeing Ye Congwen's depressed look, Bian Wanqing and Jia Zhenzhu remembered the loud noise just now, so they gathered around to check Ye Congwen's wounds.
Ye Congwen was afraid of being exposed, so he had to pretend to be weak and let Yu Yueyue carry him to the military camp.
Everyone saw that all the Hong-level monsters had fled. How could they find their traces in the deep mountains and forests? He had no choice but to go back home. The disciples of Duke Zhu's Mansion came out and hunted several elementary and intermediate Hong-level monsters. Only Zhen Yingjun was left to kill one elementary-level Hong-level monster.
On the way back, the boy asked here and there. When he learned that the captain of the Sanfu team and the squadron leader had found nothing, he was so happy that he showed off everywhere and was very proud.
Yu Yueyue originally wanted to use her lightness as a swallow to carry Ye Congwen on her back to an uninhabited place and then let Ye Congwen down to walk, but Murong Lian, Bian Wanqing, and Jia Zhenzhu chased her and kept trying to persuade her to run away. Slow down, everyone can walk together to avoid being attacked by monsters on the way.
Yu Yueyue had nothing to say. You couldn't say that Ye Congwen was jumping around and there was nothing wrong with him, right? Bian Wanqing and Jia Zhenzhen are the daughters of the third family, so there is no guarantee that they will not turn to their parents' families. Not to mention Murong Lian, Duke Zhu's Mansion and the Demon Hunting Guard are sworn enemies. Once they know the result, they will definitely spread the news about Ye Congwen pitting the captains and soldiers of the three mansions.
He had no choice but to keep the same speed as the three of them and rush towards the Hongjie battlefield.
The Hongjie battlefield was five hundred miles away from the Huangjie battlefield. Naturally, Yu Yueyue couldn't carry Ye Congwen back in one breath, so the four of them had to take turns carrying him.
Ye Congwen simply pretended to sleep and let the four of them do whatever they wanted. After running for a day and a night, the five people finally arrived at the battlefield of Desolate Steps. Warcraft and warlocks were not equal in the Desolate Level battlefield. In a two-on-one situation, the battle ended hastily. There were pools of blood stains on the ground. Once stained, it became a large area. At a glance, it was clear that it was the essence and blood of the Warcraft.
Ye Congwen lay on the backs of several people and rested for a day and a night. By the time he arrived at the Huangjie battlefield, his physical strength had returned to its original state. He wanted to walk on his own, but Jia Zhenzhu, a little man, insisted on carrying him home on his back to prove himself. No worse than the other three with long legs.
Ye Congwen had no choice but to let him go and trot all the way back to the military camp. Night had already fallen, and everyone knew that the commander would not be back until the last day, and there were still several days before receiving the reward. Everyone either went home to sleep or gathered together to gamble. The square was deserted, not even a single person was seen.
Although Jia Zhenzhu was exhausted to the limit, she could not let her efforts fall short. She gritted her teeth, used the Butterfly Step, and sprinted towards the villa with all her strength.
Yu Yueyue ran ahead and opened the door for Jia Zhenzhu. Jia Zhenzhu went straight to Ye Congwen's room. When she saw the soft quilt, she suddenly became weak. She lay down on the bed with Ye Congwen on her back, not wanting to move for a moment.
Ye Congwen threw Jia Zhenzhu aside and looked at the little man carefully. His whole face was pale, he was panting, and beads of sweat rolled out of his face.
"Jia Zhenzhu, this little guy, is much stronger than Murong Lian's paper figure. He can run more than fifty miles in one breath while carrying nearly two hundred kilograms on his back."
Ye Congwen murmured secretly, suddenly worried about Murong Lian:
I heard that a woman's first childbirth depends entirely on physical strength. Murong Lian, a white-bone spirit who lives on mushrooms every day, will it be difficult to give birth to one corpse and two lives?
As soon as she thought of Murong Lian, Murong Lian opened the door and barged in. She saw Ye Congwen and Jia Zhenzhu lying on the bed. She immediately had an idea and shouted:
"Ye Congwen! Why are you and Jia Zhenzhu in bed?"
Before Ye Congwen could reply, Murong Lian immediately closed the door, imitated Mudouya and found a lock to lock the door, and said with a smile outside the door:
"I am also a person who can level a bowl of water. Sister Pearl, you have to seize the opportunity. As long as you are pregnant with Ye Congwen's child like me, he will not dislike you in the future!"
After Murong Lian locked the door, she blocked Yu Yueyue and Bian Wanqing from entering. With her strength in the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm, these two were no match for her.
Yu Yueyue and Bian Wanqing looked at each other with helpless expressions. They were unable to break through Murong Lian's blockade, let alone remind Ye Congwen loudly.
In desperation, they had no choice but to go into the kitchen and cook to pass the time. They could only hope that Ye Congwen was a self-disciplined person.
Jia Zhenzhu was originally tired and paralyzed on the bed, her limbs were weak, and she didn't even want to wipe the sweat on her face. But upon hearing Murong Lian's encouragement, and the story of Yu Yueyue and Bian Wanqing being locked in the room by pigeon sprouts.
Somehow, an inexplicable power suddenly emerged from his body, and he turned around and turned to Ye Congwen. Their eyes met, and the eyelashes seemed to be fighting.
"Ye Congwen, it's been almost half a year since I moved to your house. You have never entered my room and never cared about my life. Do you not welcome me?"
Jia Zhenzhu asked quietly, her delicate and white face full of uneasy sadness. I'm not blind, so how could I not see Ye Congwen's attitude towards me.
Ye Congwen wanted to clarify his attitude, but when he thought that Jia Zhenzhen had moved into Tieta Village with a dowry of 30,000 gold bars, and others also funded the construction of a house, if he drove her home at this time, she would return home in despair. Jia Mansion, isn't it going to become the laughing stock of the three great families?
After thinking for a long time, he said:
"Don't think too much, just make peace with what you've come to. There are so many child brides living in my Tieta Village, wouldn't it be fun for you all to stay together?
There are more than a hundred. Isn’t it normal that I can’t see it? "
"Don't worry, I, Jia Zhuzhu, will not pester you shamelessly. I am just enjoying your luck now. When I advance to the perfection of body shaping and participate in the imperial capital's genius event, I will follow my ancestors around. All over the world, I have been practicing the magic of demonic flames. I will not return to Lizhou Mansion until I step into the realm of true gods.
I will bother you for two years at most. When we meet again, it may be a hundred years later. "
Jia Zhenzhu quietly confided her thoughts, her dark eyes flashed and sparkled, seeming to have a touch of sadness.
"Traveling around the world with your ancestors? Where are you going?"
Ye Congwen was stunned for a while. He didn't expect Jia Zhenzhu to have such an idea. Instead, he and Bian Wanqing came to the same destination. One wanted to become famous and the other wanted to travel around the world to practice the magic of magic fire. He would never go home until he became a true god.
"They say that when you travel all over the world, you naturally call it home. It doesn't matter where you go. Pangea is so big that it would take at least several decades to see it all."
Jia Zhenzhu stared at Ye Congwen's face carefully, as if she wanted to remember this person's appearance, so as not to recognize him if he met by chance later.
"There are still two years left. What if you advance to the Bronze Skin and Iron Bone Realm and get a ranking at the Genius Festival? Then you can enter the Chaos Academy to practice?"
Ye Congwen's mood was also a little heavy. Jia Zhenzhu usually was not very conspicuous when he was around, and his presence was not strong, but once he traveled around the world and could not meet again after a hundred years, it would be a bit melancholy.
I heard Xuanyuan Xiaoxiong say that the ordinary Wuhou family has reached the limit of reaching the demigod realm. Xuanyuan Yulong, the eldest son of the Prince's Palace, is still in the demigod realm at the age of 160. Jia Zhenzhen wants to become the true god realm, which is no less difficult than climbing to the demigod realm. Oh my God!
If Jia Zhenzhu still fails to become a master of the True God Realm at the age of 160, if she does not return to Lizhou Mansion, she will probably never have any intersection with him in this life.
"Do you think I am you? I am twenty-four years old this year, and I am still promoted to the realm of body shaping and shaping because of your influence. With my talent in cultivation, I can burn incense and worship Buddha if I can advance to the realm of body shaping and shaping within two years. "
"You don't lack first-grade treasure medicine now, and you also have an Eternal-level magic core. As long as you practice hard, you have a good chance of advancing to the copper skin and iron bone realm. Don't forget, you don't lack the Netherworld Cold Spring."
Ye Congwen repeatedly encouraged that when practicing Kung Fu, sometimes confidence is more important than natural resources and treasures.
"Well, I hope so."
Jia Zhenzhu doesn't have any hope that she can advance to the bronze-skinned and iron-bone level within two years. She is not like Yu Yueyue who has the five-color treasure medicine to forge a tripod, nor is she like Bian Wanqing who has been reshaped by a true saint realm master.
After much deliberation, he could only follow the path set by the ancestors of the Jia family.
Jia Zhenzhu stared at Ye Congwen's face for a long time and suddenly said:
"Ye Congwen, I want to spend the remaining two years living a happy life with you in your Iron Tower Village. I'll save it for later thoughts. Please don't drive me away, okay?"
