The woman gave a clear shout, and Tianlang immediately began to adjust his robes. All the Fengming Army did the same.
Only Huo Yifei was still looking around with his head.
"Feng Mingjun pays homage to the master!"
Uniform and magnificent!
Because they were wearing long robes, they performed what they thought was an ancient military salute, lifting their robes and kneeling on one knee.
"Isn't the master a man? She is a woman..." Huo Yifei stood there motionless in a daze.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lingxing swept his legs, and Huo Yifei knelt on the ground with a snap of "limbs".
Wuyou sat upright and looked at someone kneeling like a toad with a half-smile, "He is not Feng Mingjun, at least not before. Your new little brother?"
"Yes, he was recruited into the establishment of Yunying City by his subordinates. His subordinates are not doing well in their work! Please punish me, master!" Sirius immediately replied respectfully.
"You deserve to be punished! The Longyin Guards have gathered a long time ago. What about you? You are still waiting for your master to find you." The woman said coldly, and then said a little softly: "Forget it, I don't want to pursue it on his behalf. Where are you now?"
"Go back to Master, we are in Yingchuan Continent, in the border of Nanqi Mountain."
"The number of people is not right, what's going on?" Regardless of the Longyin Guards or the Fengming Army, the number of people has a standard, especially when going on a mission, except for the newbie, there is still one less.
"The Seven Evils have been taken away, and we...can't do anything." The mental techniques they cultivated are of no use at all.
"Took him away? How is that person's cultivation?"
"Master, she used poison, and the flying flowers in the sky were all her weapons. We couldn't move at all." At this time, Huo Yifei said quickly.
"The sky is filled with flying flowers... strangely beautiful flying flowers! Are you in the Poison Saint Sect?" She learned about this poison technique from Ling Yun's mouth.
I remember that when she was bored in Yaowang Sect, Ling Yun would collect stories from all over the world and tell her stories every day.
"Master also knows this place?" Everyone became even more excited!
"You don't move for now. You will all follow me to practice from now on. Your master is very busy with official duties and has taken on an errand in the underworld. Every day..."
"Is the master dead..."
Huo Yifei spoke rashly, which also laid the foundation for him to be beaten by Wuyou Pang in the future.
"You are dead! If you dare to scold my husband, believe it or not, I will let the wolf kill you now!" The woman in the halo jumped up immediately, pointed at Huo Yifei and shouted. .
"I, I, I... Master, calm down!" This master is too cruel! No matter how you look at her, she is an evil bitch!
As soon as he admitted his mistake, Wuyou, who wanted to attack, had no excuse and said angrily: "Forget it, I am generous! You have worked hard for many years! Wait a minute, let you take a look at your master."
The scene turned, and a very evil-looking man was lecturing a group of ferocious-looking evil spirits.
Hearing the noise, the man turned slightly and said, "Madam, are you awake?"
"Husband, where do you think Feng Mingjun is right now?"
"We should be retrieving the three-dimensional space-time gate."
"They haven't come for so long. Are you disappointed, husband?"
"Silly girl, will you be disappointed in your child? Never." The man smiled gently, as if the white snow in spring was better than the countless beautiful scenery in the world.
"Emperor, urgent news from the Tenth Palace!"
Suddenly, a little ghost ran up to the hall holding a red ghost charm.
"Madam, if you want to sleep, just sleep a little longer."
"Well, husband, please be busy!"
The scene changed again, "You see, you should train well, the mental method is here." After saying that, the beams of light were fired in all directions, and everyone's divine sea received a piece of the mental method that was lingering with demonic energy.
In the space, Ming Jiuye was watching the concentration ratio of shark beads and tears sent by Nighthawk, as well as the clinical performance.
Suddenly hearing the sound of Wuyou squeaking in the room, he quickly put down the things in his hands and walked in.
"Practice hard and remember to do that..."
"Why is this girl still talking in her sleep?" Ming Jiuye took off his boots and gently held her in his arms, but unexpectedly woke her up.
"Husband?"
"Did I wake you up? I just heard you talking in your sleep, so I came here. What were you dreaming about?" This girl is surrounded by demonic energy. Is she practicing while sleeping?
"No...talking in sleep? Am I dreaming?" Wuyou looked at Ming Jiuye with a confused expression.
"Silly girl, did you forget that you were sleeping?" Looking at himself in a red close-fitting uniform, Wuyou slowly came to his senses, "Husband, I really was dreaming."
"I dreamed..." Before she could finish her words, a blood-red ghost talisman suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The familiar scene made her shrink into Ming Jiuye's arms.
"Don't be afraid, it's urgent news from the Tenth Palace." Ming Jiuye thought that the sudden red light had frightened Wuyou, so he hurriedly hugged her and explained aloud.
Urgent news from the Tenth Palace......
Wuyou looked at Ming Jiuye holding the red talisman in horror, "Madam, we finally have the whereabouts of those bastards, guess where they are?"
"The Poison Saint Sect of Yingchuan Continent..."
"Huh? Madam, did you peek in advance? What's wrong? Baby." Ming Jiuye noticed that Wuyou's face was pale and there was little fear in his eyes.
"Husband, are you disappointed that they haven't found you for so long?" Wuyou murmured unwillingly. She didn't believe that everything just now was really just a dream.
"Never, silly girl, who would be angry with their children." The exact same answer made Wuyou tremble all over.
"Girl, what's wrong with you?" Ming Jiuye picked up Wuyou and held her tightly in his arms, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"That's what you said in the dream just now, husband, what happened to me?" Wuyou couldn't help but wonder if he had been bewitched.
"In a dream? How is it possible? My husband was busy in the hall just now... What happened? Please tell me slowly and slowly." Ming Jiuye has never seen such a panicked Wuyou, and his anxiety is self-evident.
After half a stick of incense, when Wuyou finished recounting the dream in detail, Ming Jiuye just smiled faintly, gently touched Wuyou's back with his generous hand, and said softly, "Silly Madam, it's just a prophetic dream. , don’t worry, come, husband, sleep with you for a while.”
After Wuyou closed his eyes again, Ming Jiuye opened his sinister eyes. Someone dared to take his Wuyou into the thousand-year dream, and used his identity as the leader.
Who is it? This way, regardless of Wuyou's safety, he forced her into the realm of nothingness.
Qingtian Continent, Beixuan Demon Emperor's Palace, "Demon Master Twelve Jiazi Festival, pay homage to the master!"
"Well, get up."
Sitting on the dark blue throne is a beautiful man with voluptuous purple hair. He is wearing a black gold robe and is concentrating on reviewing the illustrated guides for regional divisions proposed by the two demon tribes.
"Master, we met the king and the emperor." Ziji thought about it and finally said it. There must be no mistake in calling Wuyou in the demon clan.
The Emperor and Empress Wuyou were handwritten on the imperial genealogy of the demon clan by Demon Emperor Xiu himself.
Hearing this, the man in the palace gently put down the document in his hand, and his demon purple eyes glowed with a cold light: "Where is Di Xue's head?"
Upon hearing this, Ziji immediately panicked and knelt down on the ground. "Your Majesty said...I am afraid that the master's order was mistakenly used by someone with intentions, so...this subordinate deserves to die. Please punish me, master!"
It turns out that this is really the master's order. He should be damned for actually...
"That Bingcube is really nosy. Forget it, how about the Emperor and Empress?" When talking about Wuyou, Emperor Xiu's eyebrows showed a rare look of doting.
"The Empress seemed unhappy. She broke her subordinate's feet as soon as we met." He didn't have the guts to say that it was his own rude words.
"Of course I'm not happy. I sent you to solve the problem. It's a good thing that you just left the trouble to her again! Let the queen waste her brain and energy again."
"My subordinate is guilty! I thought that the eldest princess...this subordinate deserves to die!" Zi Ji kept beating his drum in his heart. He should have come back with a gold medal to avoid death.
"Sooner or later, Di Xue will come back to seize the throne. Forget it, I have been stuck for so long and haven't figured it out yet. I guess you are no longer her match. Did the Empress say anything?" Wuyou is probably the one who is so ten thousand.
It’s the only regret I’ve had in my heart for thousands of years.
"Hmm... No, the empress took over Wuwanghai. When her subordinates came back, the empress had already taken away all the remaining sharks."
"Well, it seems that she already knows Di Xue's trick, let's go down."
Ziji stood there guiltily, "Master, won't you punish me?"
"You can recover your broken foot. She must have become your supporter. Go and go back to Colorful Dragon Island. Your father cried so much that my Demon Emperor's Palace almost floated up." This colorful demon dragon. I can actually cry.
"Yes! Zi Ji, please leave." As soon as he took a step forward, he was stopped by Emperor Xiu again.
"Ziji, are you sure the queen didn't say anything special?" He wanted to hear her say something about him, even if it was a scolding.
"No, no."
"Well, go ahead."
"Yes, Ziji resigned." It wasn't until the Demon Emperor's Palace was blown into a pile of rubble one day that Ziji remembered Wuyou's words, "...because I will demolish his palace! Let him sleep on the street!"
However, regret is too late!
In the space, Ming Jiuye stayed with Wuyou like this. Within a quarter of an hour, Wuyou woke up again.
"Husband, I feel so hot!"
"Hot?" Ming Jiuye lowered his head and looked "Pfft" and was happy. It turned out that Wuyou's hair was blown up from sleep.
"Madam, your hair...is fried! Hahaha..."
"ah!"
She immediately ran out of bed and looked for the mirror. When she saw the head in the mirror like an exploding sea urchin, she immediately dove into Ming Jiuye's arms.
"Husband, what should I do? I have to go on the road soon?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. Husband, please braid your hair so it won't be visible, okay?" This girl was too nervous before going to bed.
"Okay, listen to your husband." Wuyou sat up from his arms after hearing Ming Jiuye braiding her hair.
Ming Jiuye stood up, picked up a wooden comb and sat on the bed again, "For the strange beasts in the Immortal City, how long do you plan to let them return to the mountains and forests?"
"At least two days later, we tried our best to save them in order to give them a stable and stable little world, but we didn't want them...it was so disappointing to me."
No one will die because they skip a meal. Their ignorant greed makes Wuyou feel chilled.
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run, that's the only way you can survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What
, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
For the reliability of intelligence, the scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo, hoo!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and help me search you."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
.
Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the result of the ten of us."
