"Your Majesty, can you please give me something good?"

Shenxiao Yingyuan, the Holy Mother of God who saves the world and rescues the world from disaster, sounds much more powerful than the "Ghost Mother" at first glance.

According to Fei Wangnian, Jingtan Nine Colored Deer is still the predecessor of Bi Luo Tian Swallowing Toad, the genuine version before being replaced by pirated copies.

He Yanxiao then thought about it, clasped his hands and prayed to the sky. Since others pray to the Blue Sky Swallowing Toad, they can be given some secret inheritance by it. Can't Lumi Ci not give them any benefits?

However, when he saw He Yanxiao's playful smile, Lu Mici, who had been a little angry because He Yanxiao looked down on him, suddenly lowered his neck affectionately, rubbed He Yanxiao's cheek, and then continued to act coquettishly.

"Are you saying that you are already my wet nurse and you don't need to pass on any special skills to me?"

"Na~"

"……Fine."

With Lu Mici as a bodyguard, He Yanxiao is indeed very confident. But there is another thing that He Yanxiao still can't figure out: "Nuomi Ci, how come you are so familiar with the layout of Jing'an Division?"

"Uh-huh?"

Lu Mici turned her head and did not look at He Yanxiao. Instead, she rummaged through the jade box for a while, threw out a few books with her hoof, and held them in her mouth for He Yanxiao to look at to divert his attention.

Seeing that Lu Mici didn't want to answer, He Yanxiao just casually took the book and said thoughtfully: "Some experience in alchemy, casting, and the use of Jing'an Division's defensive formations."

"babble!"

"It turns out that the Jing'an Division above the county town needs more temporary workers."

Although there are still five people in the establishment, the logistics of alchemy, weapon casting, etc. all require a lot of manpower. But now there is a problem, He Yanxiao does not have a fixed place to stay.

Especially now that foreign troubles are endless, these things cannot be rushed at the moment.

While He Yanxiao and Lu Mici were chatting privately for a while, someone was about to come in from outside. He Yanxiao closed the jade box and put a few books in, trying not to reveal any flaws.

"Master Yan, how is the situation?"

"We can't just sit there and die in the county."

Yan Jinggao looked around for a week and didn't feel anything unusual about the Jing'an Division: "Fortunately, because Mr. Zhuang is a member of the Jing'an Division of the county, he has prepared a lot of supplies inside, but there is no need to worry about the people hiding in. There will be no one in the short term. Food is available.”

"What do you mean...that we go into battle with a light vehicle and go straight to Qingping Mountain?"

"good!"

To be fair, Yan Jinggao's judgment is definitely the most appropriate choice at the moment.

No matter whether you prolong the front and slowly sink yourself into a desperate situation, or sit back and watch Pure Lotus Sentai and King Xu obtain the Pure Lotus, there is no doubt that it will be the end of slow death.

In this case, it is better to choose to go to Qingping Mountain together, maybe there will be a chance to make a comeback.

He Yanxiao could understand Yan Jinggao's concerns and asked thoughtfully: "What about the Jing'an Division in Ningjing City?"

"What's the use of a Jing'an Division by one person?"

"this……"

He Yanxiao asked: "Who is there in the Jing'an Division of Ningjing City?"

"It is difficult for the Jing'an Division to be of use in such a big matter, not to mention that the other party is just the leader of the local beggar gang. The beggar leader lives in Ningjing just to give the beggars a place to have food and clothing. In the Jing'an Secretary, I'm afraid... that it won't be of much use?"

"You actually think the beggar gang is useless?!"

Sure enough, the class gap determines the difference in perspective. Hearing what Yan Jinggao said, He Yanxiao was a little surprised: "Master Yan, what is that person's name? I will try to contact him."

"You have never met him, how do you get in touch with him?"

"This is my own secret."

Although he was a little confused, Yan Jinggao thought to himself that this was not a fact worth hiding, so he told He Yanxiao the name of the man: "His name is Hua Baina, he is just a pulse-opening and qi-healing martial artist. I'm afraid he can't help."

What's the matter?"

"Senior and Mr. Fei might as well adjust their true energy first."

"We can only rest for two hours."

"clear."

Seeing that He Yanxiao was extremely confident, Yan Jinggao didn't feel like asking any more questions, so he simply left the meeting hall and closed the door. When the light in the room dimmed, He Yanxiao took out the Iron Wood Sword token, closed his eyes and concentrated on himself.

Qi guides in.

However, the time interval between Yong County's request for help from the outside world has not reached the reset of one month. The county town can only go outside once. Fortunately, Ningjing City and Guanglin County are adjacent to each other, and they are still within a hundred miles of each other.

Inside.

It can maximize He Yanxiao's sound transmission effect.

Outside Ningjing City.

The size of the Jing'an Division is already too large to be placed in the city, otherwise it will appear that the palace cannot achieve overwhelming scale comparison in terms of grandeur.

However, the stronghold of Jing'an Division on such a night is now a gathering place for beggars around Ningjing City, looking smoky. But after the disaster, for many poor people, Jing'an Division, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, has become a

A place of refuge.

Hua Baina, who was past middle age, unexpectedly passed the selection process of the Jing'an Department, but he didn't think about doing anything with his heart. He just made the best use of the abandoned place and found a place for his street gang brothers to settle down.

residence.

He had no one to rely on when he was young. He grew up eating food from hundreds of families. It was extremely difficult for him to master Aiki Kung Fu through hard training. He just wanted to spend his life peacefully. At this time, he just fell asleep as usual.

Lying at the gate, scratching his itchy upper body, he unexpectedly heard the sound of the Haechi in his ears, causing him to suddenly jump up and get up from the ground.

Hua Baina was stunned and received He Yanxiao's autographed letter and Yan Jinggao's seal from the mouth of the Xiezhi stone statue. Since Hua Baina did not have the authority of the Jing'an Division, he could only listen to He Yanxiao's words.

, two-way communication is not possible.

Even so, Hua Baina quickly understood the ins and outs of everything and couldn't help but fall into hesitation.

Just as Yan Jinggao questioned, Hua Baina has a very clear positioning of himself. He is just the leader of beggars among small beggars. He only earns a living. If he really thinks that he can become a big shot in Ningjing City by relying on his energy, it is purely his own fault.

died.

However, looking to the left and right, there were still leftovers in the corner of his mouth, and his companions were all in patchwork and pitch-black. There was only one simple fact in Hua Baina's heart - the cult was spread all over the country of Xu, and it was carried out by poor people.

Blood sacrifice, never regard their lives as fate.

Even if he didn't want to get involved, Hua Baina couldn't help but ask himself: Can the king of such a country really treat the people of Ningjing well in the future?

How can a beggar do this if he has no way to survive...

He didn't go to school and didn't understand any big principles. He just didn't want everyone to become sacrifices to evil things because they were useless.

Therefore, Hua Baina woke up a few of his trustworthy brothers and passed them one to two, two to four, and four...

"Gang leader, what should we do?"

"Everyone does what he does. We are soft-spoken people and don't play much of a role. We can only do what we can for Master Yan."

Hua Baina knew that in his gang of beggars, there were many people who could not be said to be loyal just for a bite of food, so he could only use the stupidest method.

"A team of people will inform various factions in the city about the situation. Let some more brothers divide their troops into separate groups and find a way to inform other counties, cities, and academies in the state capital. The remaining brothers... will start spreading rumors, making up some jokes, and recording them early tomorrow morning.
Chapter completed!