"She sealed me in the pet egg for a hundred thousand years..."
As Xiaonan talked, tears started to flow down, and she cried hard.
Nanfeng quickly wiped away her tears: "If you don't cry, I'll slap her twice for you to avenge you."
Nan Feng tried to give the statue a big slap in the face, but Xiao Nan quickly stopped him: "She will feel it."
What, if I slap the statue, she can feel it?
Nanfeng's expression turned stern and he quickly took his hand back.
This is a woman who is on equal footing with the God of Creation and cannot be offended.
Xiaonan's shoulders shrugged, and she sobbed softly: "It's over, our enemy is the God of Creation, brother~ We are dead!"
Nanfeng put Xiaonan on the ground with a serious expression: "Stop screaming, who is your brother? I'm not familiar with you."
"Wow~~!"
Xiao Nan burst into tears and rolled on the ground, crying and shouting, "I'm an orphan," "No one wants me anymore," "Nan Feng is the bad guy"...
It really makes those who hear it sad and those who see it shed tears.
But Nanfeng didn't listen or look, walked around the statue of the woman with the red star, and made a bold decision.
He put his hands around the slim waist of the statue and put it into his backpack with a whoosh!
"Hey~ a statue takes up 400 slots in my backpack?"
Nanfeng's backpack originally had a lot of free slots, but now they are almost filled with statues.
It’s also a good thing that the Southern Divine Weapon is a backpack, otherwise it really wouldn’t fit in it.
"This woman has the power of a creation god. I will move her statue back to the south city and place it at the city gate. Which ferocious beast dares to come?"
Nanfeng laughed a few times and praised his wit.
Xiaonan on the side was dumbfounded: "She is our enemy, and you actually want to take away her statue? Aren't you afraid that she will come and kill us after sensing it?"
Nanfeng looked serious: "To be precise, she is not our enemy, she is just yours."
"..." Xiaonan was stunned for two seconds, then continued to cry and roll on the ground.
What a crybaby girl.
Nan Feng shook his head helplessly, reached out to pick up Xiao Nan, and turned around to return to Nancheng.
"Okay Xiaonan, she is a big shot on the same level as the God of Creation. How can she have time to care about a little brat like you?"
"Don't worry, she won't come to kill you."
Xiaonan sniffed, still a little worried: "Well, what if, what if she really comes?"
"I'm not afraid of her." Nanfeng patted his chest with a solemn expression, "Don't worry Xiaonan, I will always stand in front of you."
Xiaonan was extremely moved, tears filled her eyes, and she almost cried again.
After a pause, Nanfeng said again: "Of course, I believe that a powerful existence like her that is more dazzling than the stars will not do anything to a little hottie like me."
"If she bypasses me and beats you, there's nothing I can do."
Xiaonan: "..."
Xiao Nan burst into tears.
…………
Nancheng.
It is now past three o'clock in the morning, but the chosen ones in Nancheng have not rested, and are still holding conference meetings in full swing.
"Our first combat team performed excellently in this operation and dealt full damage. Everyone, give yourself a round of applause!"
"Pah, pah, pah..."
"However, our cooperation is not tacit enough! Next, I will start with the following issues to find out the shortcomings in our actual combat, go deep into the core of the problem, study the solutions, and conscientiously implement them to ensure that we can maximize the output in the next battle. Let’s work together to protect this beautiful home in Nancheng!”
"Okay! Applause!"
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Nanfeng led Xiaonan into Nancheng, and along the way he heard various combat teams making post-war summaries.
The melee assault group was commanded by Xiao Luo. He also shared some of his combat experience, which made everyone nod.
Nan Feng was startled when he saw a big muscular man in the melee assault team.
Isn't this Shi Zhi?
You, the chosen one from District 17, came to District 527 to learn from our master, right?
Nanfeng walked over lightly and found that Shi Zhi was listening to Xiao Luo's explanation carefully and nodding: "Well, well, okay!"
He also held a small wooden stick and took notes on the ground.
There were a few scrawled words written on the ground: Well, well, okay...
Nanfeng felt relieved when he saw this.
This guy is still as smart as ever.
Nanfeng led Xiaonan towards the central square. Passing by two engineering men, he couldn't help but prick up his ears to hear what they were talking about.
Xuan Yongchang: “Facts have proved that the power of the combination of battery + power grid is still too low.”
Lu Wenhua: "You are right, and the restrictions are too great. If the other party is not close to the power grid, there will be no power."
Xuan Yongchang: "Then what do you think?"
Lu Wenhua: "What do you think about us getting a Tesla coil? A larger and bolder one, one million volts ultra-high voltage."
Xuan Yongchang: “Enlarged and bolded? That’s not a Tesla coil anymore. It should be called a Tesla tower.”
Lu Wenhua: "You are right. With the Tesla power tower, let alone a beast wave, even if the God of Creation comes, I will pee his pants with electricity."
Xuan Yongchang: "If you are ambitious! Then our next goal is to kill the God, the God of Creation!"
Nanfeng took a breath of air. The goal of these two guys at noon yesterday was to bring Nancheng into the electrical age.
Are they ready to kill the gods now?
With such a long stride, wouldn't it really stretch my crotch?
Nan Feng shook his head and led Xiao Nan forward.
Nancheng is undoubtedly lively tonight. There are already many Chosen Ones in Nancheng, and with the addition of Catherine, Andre and others, as well as nearly a hundred Chosen Ones from District 17, Nancheng has become even more popular.
At this time, in the central square, a group of strong men were discussing the beast tide.
Cheng Mo: "No more, I will bring all the brothers from District 68 here tomorrow. The walls of this Nancheng city give me too much sense of security!"
Su Zeran: "Welcome, welcome, our Nancheng welcomes every compatriot from the Dragon Kingdom to join."
Cheng Mo looked at Xiao Angran: "Brother Xiao, do you want to move Area 17 here too? If we all resist the beast tide together, the chance of winning will be higher."
Xiao Angran hesitated for a moment: "Isn't this not good?"
Hearing this, Nanfeng said, "There's nothing wrong with that. You've also seen the strength of that monster just now. He only has level 29 strength at most. He's so difficult to deal with. Isn't the BOSS of the beast tide even more difficult to deal with? Everyone is here Together, we also take care of each other.”
Hearing the sound of the south wind, everyone turned their heads.
Youran's eyebrows were filled with joy: "Brother Nanfeng, are you back?"
Judge Shen: "I thought you would never come back after being out for so long."
Cheng Mo: "Brother, did you take care of that monster? Is he really disabled?"
Nanfeng answered everyone's questions one by one, and then said: "Everyone, the beast tide is coming. I don't need to say more about the danger. I hope everyone can join Nancheng to resist the beast tide."
If all the chosen ones of the Dragon Kingdom could be gathered together, they would definitely be a powerful fighting force.
Xiao Angran thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll go back and ask other people's opinions... There's another question. Nancheng is not big. Can so many chosen ones be accommodated at one time?" 八一zw. ??m
this……
This is really a problem.
Nancheng was originally quite spacious, and even with the girls in District 113, there was still enough space.
But now we have to add the Chosen Ones from District 68, the Chosen Ones from District 17, and the Chosen Ones from District 381 who have long promised to move here...
It’s really possible that Nancheng won’t be able to live there.
"This is not a big question. I will know the answer after a little calculation."
Behind Xiao Angran, an uncle about 40 years old came out, holding an abacus in his hand.
"My surname is Ji and my given name is Su'an. Before I traveled through time, I was a treasurer, and my natal magic weapon was abacus."
Ji Su'an introduced himself a little, then fiddled with the abacus and started calculating.
"The area of Nancheng is..."
"The current number of chosen ones is...the number of chosen ones in District 68 is..."
Nanfeng seemed to be listening attentively, but in fact he was speechless.
Do we still need to count the Teleilai? Or use an abacus to calculate?
Are you serious about your finances?
Su Zeran and others also had the same expression, but since the other party was from District 17, it was difficult to say anything to avoid hurting the friendship.
However, the two engineering men came behind Nanfeng at some point.
Xuan Yongchang: "What is he thinking?"
Lu Wenhua: "Calculate how many people can live in Nancheng."
Xuan Yongchang: "My suggestion is: just let everyone move here. When there is no more room, we will know how many people can live in Nancheng."
Nan Feng nodded silently. He must be an engineering man. He understands the principle of true knowledge through practice.
Lu Wenhua: "Oh, he is an old man, be considerate of him."
Xuan Yongchang: "Old man? He is at most 45 years old."
Lu Wenhua: "Are you so sure?"
Xuan Yongchang: "Of course, I checked on the [Cross World Channel], and the ages of all the chosen ones are between 15 and 45 years old."
"In other words, people under the age of 15 and over 45 either have not traveled through time or are dead."
When Nanfeng heard this, his face suddenly darkened.
"No wonder..."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
