Blue Star.

The Internet is boiling and the world is shocking.

Even though it has been a week, the hot spots gathered on land are still the focus of everyone.

On Blue Star, no one has ever imagined that the plates and land can be moved!

The great traces far surpass moving mountains and reclaiming seas!

The magical state is far superior to imagination and cognition!

The heat is coming, and there are many discussions and speculations.

"The myth is really the myth. But, how did he do it?"

"I heard that it was the mythist who blew his breath and blew it directly over the Southern Continent, the Western Continent, from the East Blue Sea and the other side of the Xilan Sea."

"hiss!"

One by one, one by one, one by one, is circulating and spreading, becoming more and more outrageous.

But the only thing that is recognized is the majesty of the mythologian, no one questioned it.

——

Anhu Capital.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of expression and about forty years old was lying on the park lawn, looking at the blue sky.

"The alliance government downplays the historical facts of the formation of Li Fangcheng's big crack. Haha, it's extremely stupid! That's a myth!"

He once witnessed the brilliance of the sword light that covered the sky and covered the sky with an unstoppable momentum!

He once witnessed with his own eyes that the sea water in Li Fangcheng's big crack was pouring backwards and the ocean was rampant!

Only those who have experienced that period understand what a myth is!

Myths cannot be blasphemed!

Now, he is back!

——

Blue Ocean Capital.

The coastal capital located at the southern end of the Eastern Continent.

A red-haired war god-level powerful man stood at a low altitude and looked into the distance.

The original touch of blue in the sky has been completely erased and turned into an endless land.

"hehe."

"Thirteen years ago, he cut through the big crack with one knife."

"Thirteen years later, he returned to Blue Star and moved the land plate with his own strength. What is a myth?"

The red-haired God of War's eyes were filled with shock, and he sighed: "This is the myth!"

At the beginning, he was still a general. In the end of the world, the white-haired fairy was at a loss and terror spreads—

The mythist emerged from nowhere! A sword cut off the white-haired immortal!

Myth! Myth!

——

Jiangnan City.

Under a statue of Li Fangcheng.

Plop.

A middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of face and extraordinary demeanor kneels on the statue.

"You are the myth, you are the supreme myth!"

"Pray that you will forgive us sinners! I beg you to forgive us sinners!"

Beside the middle-aged man, and even the statue of Li Fangcheng, there were people in Jiangnan City kneeling one after another.

They are all people who have experienced the beginning of the mythological era.

But.

Guided by public opinion and news, they were ignorant and out of reach, and they were actually marching and demonstrating to protest against Donghu District.

Until now, they finally reacted.

If Donghu District does not exist, how can Jiangnan City become the number one city in Blue Star?

If it weren't for the suppression of Donghu District, Jiangnan City would have had extremely high taxes! Extremely high urban management costs!

If the East Lake District had not stood tall, they would be proud of the prosperity of the first city, the health and stability of the first city, and the happy life would have existed!

"Myth! Please forgive our sins! Your light is supreme, and your honor is boundless!"

The middle-aged man whispered in a low voice, feeling a little panicked.

Think about it.

Other capitals, base cities, those with taxes at least 20%! And high urban management security fees!

Take a look.

In other capitals and base cities, even if they pay taxes and management security fees, there are still incidents of mutant beast attacks, which happen from time to time!

However.

They don't know.

Fang Cheng had already made up his mind to take his whole family to Huanyu Pavilion.

As for Jiangnan City's management, taxation, economy and politics, it has nothing to do with Fang Cheng.

——

Tangdu.

Meng Garden.

Prophet Meng shook his head and sighed, closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the rattan chair.

That day.

When the clear voice spread throughout the Blue Star, Prophet Meng almost fainted, which was both embarrassing and shocking.

What’s embarrassing is that has Li Fangcheng heard his negative remarks?

What was shocked was that the land area was moved with one's own strength, and the Blue Star was not damaged at all, and even volcanic eruptions, tides and tsunamis and other phenomena had never occurred.

"Ahem."

Prophet Meng coughed.

Dingling dingling dingling!

Prophet Meng frowned and answered the phone:

"Xiao Xu, what's wrong."

The caller was his secretary Xiao Xu, who was responsible for all political activities.

A panicked voice came from the phone: "Old Meng, help me, help me!"

"What's going on?" Prophet Meng frowned, and the Xingli perception scattered over tens of thousands of meters, looking for the location of Secretary Xiao Xu.

The voice on the phone turned into a sad voice and cried bitterly: "Meng Lao, Huo Da! The sword demon Huo Da has come to him! He wants to kill me!"

"you."

The prophet Meng's voice was astringent.

Prophet Meng knew Huoda's nature.

In normal contact and communication, Huo Da is more gentle and kind. However, everything involving Li Fangcheng is like crazy.

The prophet Meng Yangtian sighed and asked, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything--" The sound stopped abruptly, and then dozens of thundering sounds came.

Crack and click.

The phone was answered.

Huo Da's cold voice came out: "Lao Meng, your secretary exerted political pressure privately to test Fang Cheng's master's message and spread attacks on the young lady, do you know?"

The prophet Meng Shiran smiled and his voice hoarse: "I don't know."

"Bang."

The phone was hung up.

"hehe."
To be continued...