As a bolt of thunder streaked across the sky, the entire night was illuminated like daylight, and even though the thunder passed away fleetingly, the green-blue light spots still remained in front of the casual cultivators who were on their way.
On the narrow intestinal path, a fourteen-year-old boy was clutching his abdomen tightly with a look of pain on his face.
Ten minutes ago, a rolling stone slipped from a high mountain and almost hit a girl. The boy, a level 2 casual cultivator, immediately rushed over and pushed the girl away, but he was hit by the rolling stone.
The current strength of casual cultivators is completely different from that of cultivators. Level 2 is the level of national-level athletes. But now a huge boulder hits his abdomen, and he can't even move it away.
The other companions hurriedly ran back to the main road, trying to seek help from the practitioners, but the boy didn't know if he could survive until that time.
His vision became increasingly blurry, and he cried with the last bit of his strength.
"ah--!"
A heartbreaking pain came from his abdomen. It was difficult for the boy to describe this situation because he actually felt the pain.
Before the other party went into hemorrhagic shock, a young man with three silver-gray marks engraved on the white identification plate on his chest rushed over. Upon seeing this, he directly opened the rolling stone, then placed a jade pendant on the palm of his hand and pressed it on the boy's waist. Punctured abdomen.
Normally, this extremely rough handling method could easily cause larger trauma, but now the situation is urgent and there is no time to follow the procedure step by step.
Moreover, the young man is quite confident in his healing ability. After all, his abdomen was stabbed with a long knife and dagger, and isn't he still alive and kicking now?
Three minutes later, a D-level practitioner followed An Tong and rushed over with a healing talisman between his fingers.
"Who is injured and where?!"
The fourteen-year-old boy who had been treated silently raised his hand and whispered: "It's me..."
The D-level cultivator carefully inspected the wound and found that the boy's abdomen was scabbed and looked twisted and terrifying, but at least his life was not in danger.
"What nonsense!" After understanding the cause and effect, the D-level cultivator couldn't help but cursed, "We have already determined the route, why are you so clever!"
There are 12 members in the entire team. Except for this boy, they are all level 1 casual cultivators and are relatively young. The boy who is a level 2 casual cultivator plays a role like a squad leader.
Later, when the boy discovered a shortcut that was not marked on the pamphlet, he wanted to appear different as a 'level 2 casual cultivator', so he chose this path directly.
Even though other companions had some objections, it aroused the boy's rebellious psychology.
As a result, something happened, and there was not even a cultivator who could respond. The companions ran back to the main road to seek help, and happened to meet a group of thirteen people from the "For a Better World" club.
Yin Hang asked An Tong to call the official cultivators for help, but he had no time to wait for the two children to lead the way. He asked for the location, blessed Baichuan, and rushed to the destination to provide emergency treatment for the boy before he fell into coma.
After sorting out these things, the other eleven people from the Better World Club and the two children who led the way arrived.
After the D-level cultivator finished criticizing and educating the boy, he turned around and walked towards Yin Hang.
"He said you performed the treatment. Can I ask about your treatment method?"
"If there are sequelae, we have to carry out follow-up treatment. Of course, you are not responsible for the sequelae at all, and we will reimburse you for the cost of treatment."
Because it involves inheritance issues, Yin Hang took out the green jade pendant he just placed in his palm.
He bought a bunch of trinkets at the auction house, and this jade pendant worth 600 milligrams of spiritual stone was one of them. Its simple color seemed to be stained with patina.
The auctioneer boasted that it was so magical that it was not an exaggeration to say that its healing effect was like "flesh and bones between living and dead people". As a result, after several days of trying, Yin Hang found that in order for this jade pendant to have a healing effect, it first needs a large amount of The spiritual power was soaked in, and after it was completely filled, it was able to stop the bleeding from a small wound.
If Yin Hang hadn't retained it to cover up the inheritance, he would have gone to the auctioneer to talk about life.
D-level cultivators have no doubts. After all, there is nothing deceitful about this kind of thing. In addition, because of the 'blocking' effect of the jade pendant, Yin Hang's [Green Bag Book] treatment is not so shocking.
Arriving at the 12-9 realm and walking back, it was already dawn.
It is said that the migration will begin in the morning, but there is no notice of the specific time.
Yin Hang felt sleepy after a night and planned to find a quiet place to sleep for a while, but An Tong also followed quietly.
"What's wrong?" Yin Hang rubbed his eyes and yawned, feeling that his sleepiness was about to overflow.
And An Tong gradually let go of Yin Hang, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, hubby."
"Well..." Yin Hang really didn't have the strength, and just when he was about to lie down, he found An Tong sitting next to him, and lightly scratched her thigh with his fingertips.
An Tong's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't say anything, and just looked at each other quietly with Yin Hang.
Yin Hang was stunned and lost all sleep in an instant.
"Could this be the legendary knee pillow?"
"Ha, you pervert husband, you really understand!" An Tong's face turned even redder. She had just heard of this kind of thing, but she didn't expect that her husband actually understood it!
But my husband has really worked hard these days, and as Yin Hang's wife...why should I reward him a little?
Yin Hang held his breath and slowly lay on An Tong's lap as if on a pilgrimage. However, An Tong's originally soft thigh suddenly became slightly stiff due to her husband's touch.
"Don't breathe so fast, it's so itchy." An Tong's face turned red and she became a little angry, but her little hand gently stroked Yin Hang's hair, and her heartbeat was slightly accelerated.
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In a tent, seven cultivators from Realm B sat around a rough bamboo table.
But the main seat of the bamboo table is now empty.
Outside the tent, a young man wearing an anime vest, large pants and flip-flops was looking into the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Please, if you copy my manual, you will be charged royalties."
Next to the young uncle, stood a young man, and his expression was obviously dissatisfied, because the young man really did not expect that this dead man who usually cheated was actually an official of the camp and reported all his affairs. .
No wonder no matter what I do, the authorities always follow closely behind me. It turns out that I have been targeted for a long time.
But the copyright fee thing is just a joke. Uncle Zhai has helped me a lot. He is very unreliable but very reliable. Moreover, he also needs this official relationship. To be honest, he is very I'm curious as to what the middle position of the Yellow Stage Realm that Uncle Dead Man meant when he was in the 12-9 realm.
"Don't worry, little bastard, the benefits will definitely come to you," the old man put his hands in his pocket and laughed, "Do you think those iron tools you gave away privately at the beginning will be fine later?"
"Didn't I wipe your ass?"
"Just you?" The young man said with a look of disdain, "Those casual cultivators who received the iron tools were all carefully screened by me. Do you think I haven't considered these issues?"
The old man waved his hand and deliberately avoided the question, "Okay, I'm very busy now and don't have time to talk to you about this."
"My question is just one, why do you want the zoning rights to the 12-9 realm?"
"If I help you apply for this thing, it will be very laborious."
"You can just mess around on your own. Why do you have to ask for official proof?"
The young man suddenly clicked his tongue, "You can go back to the original question, such as my copyright fee!"
"Moreover, the URL above has been circulated, but I haven't designed the main body of this website yet. Guess what I will write in it then?"
"You want to threaten the camp?" Uncle Zhai raised his eyebrows, "First of all, if you can really threaten the camp, it's hard to say whether your website can exist. Even if you build the website overseas, there are still foreign forces. With your help, we can’t cover your mouth, but we can cover the ears within the country.”
"But if you really want the officials to go to this stage, your own situation will be very dangerous. What are you doing for a business right?"
"So I'm also curious, what I know makes you so serious?" The young man glanced at his system, his expression was calm, and at this time, he also had a basic value judgment on some of the things he had control over.
"What I can tell you is that some of the things you know through me are very dangerous. It's best not to spread them indiscriminately." Uncle Shizhai shook his head. "After all, I am in a high position and let you know too much. Things to know.”
"Really?" The young man crossed his arms and began to talk to himself, "Kiss Sister Season 1/2, The Princess and the Princess 3DLIVE, would you like some rabbits today..."
"Wait a minute——!" Uncle Shizhai suddenly panicked and said in horror as if he were facing a formidable enemy: "What are you talking about!"
The atmosphere of the chat just now was still relatively serious, but in fact, the daily conversation between the two was not like this. It was very casual and casual, like a year-end friendship.
However, the young man understood very well that a staff member who had just joined the camp office would be extremely nervous when faced with trivial matters.
But using the name of the 'government' to suppress ordinary people who are unaware is very familiar to teenagers who have surfed the Internet for many years. The classic starting point is, 'This matter is very serious. I can't say it clearly. You can only understand it yourself. If you really can't understand it, then I can't say such stupid words.
As for the boy's basis for judgment, the uncle did not provide himself with any 'negative emotional value' for those very serious-sounding topics just now, indicating that they were all insignificant matters, and when he was talking about those off-topic topics just now, , the system’s [+999] prompts flashed across the screen.
After all, extreme [+999] negative emotional values will cause fatigue. For example, hating someone for too long will gradually fade away. When I mentioned those dramas just now, every sentence was a [ +999], it can be said that the hatred is deep and the anger is intense.
"Oh, those are some browsing records I saw on my mobile phone. Suddenly there were more of them. It's just inexplicable." The boy explained with a smile.
"You——!" Uncle Shizhai suddenly wanted to die, "That's my personal privacy, and I obviously use Wuhen!"
"I'm sorry, you have to know, that is 'my' mobile phone."
"You did it on purpose!"
"How is that possible?" The young man looked very innocent. "Speaking of which, browsing this kind of thing is not against the law. Why are you so excited?"
"Are you afraid that someone will take advantage of you and treat it as official tidbits, upload it to a cultivator's website, and attract a group of fellow practitioners to cheer you on?"
"Don't tell me, it seems to be very good to use this kind of thing as a means of attracting traffic to the website in the early stage."
The veins on the dead man's forehead popped out. No wonder the other party was emboldened, because he didn't even think about threatening any official. The only one he wanted to threaten was himself.
This little brat is pretty good at playing.
The young man would not be polite to him. If he sold all his information to the authorities, he would have to earn back his capital with interest.
"I'm considering... I'll report it for you," Uncle Shizhai's face was unusually dark, "But I'm not sure if I can agree. I'll just leave it to fate."
"Okay, let it be your fate!" The young man raised his thumb. He was not worried about whether his management rights would pass. The initial gift of weapons was just for this step. In addition, there were nominations from official personnel, so he would not get it. reasons.
And his goal is to create his own cultivator force!
After the young man left, Uncle Shizhai's face was still twitching. He walked into the tent with a sigh and slumped down in the main seat.
Seven B-level cultivators were waiting for him, and he was the only A-level strongman sent into the secret realm by the Special Academy at great cost.
"The current situation is a bit complicated. The chess master seems to know that he is bound to lose. The chess game has become completely chaotic." At the beginning of the meeting, a man with short hair who looked to be in his early twenties said with a slight frown: "And what a coincidence. What's more, the chess master's moves are highly coincident with the position where we have already obtained the formation. If this continues, our formation will begin to be insufficient."
"But haven't we already obtained enough formation eyes?" Qu Jingwen, who was on the right side of the bamboo table, was stunned, "Why..."
"That's right," the short-haired man said with a frown: "But we are black chessmen. If the chess master makes the move like this again, we may get stuck in the last move."
"As a result, there are no formations for us to place our positions."
(End of chapter)
