I have a shelter in the last days

Chapter 172 News of the third-level supernatural being
If it is not necessary, they do not want to watch their compatriots die in vain.

Qian Dalong is old and knows how to comfort others, so he smiled and said: "You did nothing wrong, with so many people under your command, it's always good to be vigilant."

"If that Zhuo Fan is not a good bird, and these people are handed over to him, but they are harmed, then we will die without redemption."

After Qian Dalong said this, Zhao Yixian felt less entangled.

"That's right, looking at Zhuo Fan's style, he is a character, and he shouldn't easily start a war with us. Let's wait and see who he is."

After unraveling the knot in his heart, Zhao Yixian relaxed, "Old Qian, you arrange things in Song City, I should take people out to hunt, and save more food in advance to prepare for unexpected events."

"And that Zhuo Fan also said, let me take care of his people, don't wrong them, hahaha."

Now Zhao Yixian is much more magnanimous, no longer entangled with Zhuo Fan's arrogant words, but actually did what Zhuo Fan said.

And after Zhao Yixian left, Qian Dalong had a bitter face, and muttered: "I am not a supernatural person, I can be a leader just by hunting, it's so cool."

"It's a pity that I have more than 40 yuan, and I have to manage the food and drink of tens of thousands of people every day, and I am exhausted every day.

"I really hope that Zhuo Fan is a good person, so that I can leave the burden to him, so I don't have to be so tired every day."

Qian Dalong was also an ordinary person in the last days. He worked on the same construction site as Zhao Yixian. Now it is really difficult for him to manage tens of thousands of people.

Moreover, Zhao Yixian is still a hands-off shopkeeper, and Qian Dalong takes care of everything.

Therefore, perhaps only Qian Dalong is the one who really wants to rely on Zhuo Fan the most.

Chang'an City One
Even if he came to the backward planet Blue Star, Star Master Mengyang was still extravagant.

At most, the survivors of Blue Star used the original buildings to renovate them and use them as residences.

And what about Star Master Mengyang?

On the other hand, more than 5000 people were mobilized to build a luxurious palace for her.

Star Master Mengyang liked the style of Chang'an's ancient architecture very much, so she found an open space and asked someone to build an enlarged version of the Han Dynasty-style palace for her.

She has already resigned herself to her fate, the blue star is bigger than her territory Mengyang star, and she didn't bring the equipment off the spaceship, so it is basically impossible to find a third-level ability user.

Especially when she arrived in Chang'an, after turning Chang'an upside down, she basically gave up, changed her mind instead, and was ready to enjoy life.

"Report to the Star Master, someone is asking to see you." A guard came to the busy construction site, found the Star Master Mengyang who was personally supervising the work, and saluted with fists.

This is not the etiquette of the human race in the starry sky, but the etiquette of ancient China.

Star Master Mengyang liked Chinese culture very much, so he asked his subordinates to imitate the appearance of ancient Chinese people.

"Well...not bad, it looks a bit better." Star Master Mengyang nodded in satisfaction, affirming his subordinate's acting skills, and then asked: "Who wants to see me?"

The guard reported truthfully: "A supernatural person from Yuzhou said that there is news of a third-level supernatural person there."

"What?" Star Lord Mengyang looked at the guards with lightning-like eyes, "Is it true?"

Now, Star Master Mengyang is not in a hurry, she can't go back anyway, as long as she finds a third-level supernatural being within ten years, she will enjoy life in the rest of the time, and treat it as a vacation.

But unexpectedly, before her palace was built, someone would take the initiative to report the news.

However, Mengyang Xingzhu changed his mind, it would be fine to find the third-level supernatural person earlier, and after checking it out, he could enjoy life here with peace of mind.

"Let him come here." Star Master Mengyang waved his hand and asked his subordinates to bring him over, and then he went to a room that had already been built to wait.

Not long after, Yang Sen was brought into a palace.

The overall style is very old, a bit like the style of the palace in the old Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but everything is more than doubled.

Against the background of the palace, Yang Sen became very small.

At the same time, Yang Sen was a little annoyed, why did he see the most orthodox Chinese style in the place where the aliens lived?
Is my Great China's assimilation ability so strong?Aliens have been assimilated?

Yang Sen felt a little bit proud at the same time.

But looking at the star master Mengyang sitting above him, Yang Sen felt even more pained.

How should I salute Mengyang Xingzhu?

After a pause, Yang Sen recalled the Romance of the Three Kingdoms TV series he had watched, and bowed his hands like the second master Guan saw Liu Bei in it.

"See Star Lord."

If it weren't for the fact that modern people are not used to kneeling, Yang Sen might have thrown himself on the ground.

Seeing the very upright Yang Sen, Star Master Mengyang was in a good mood: "Please sit down and tell me everything you know."

He said please sit down, but there is no stool in this palace, only some cushions for kneeling.

Yang Sen had no choice but to kneel down on the cushion like Star Master Mengyang, but he felt a pain in his ankle just as he sat down, and Yang Sen had no choice but to stand up again.

Asking someone who is not used to kneeling to sit on his knees is really like torture.

"I'd better stand up and talk..." Yang Sen stood in the middle of the huge and spacious hall, and began to talk about the news he got in Yuzhou: "There is an army from Yuzhou, and the leader is Zhuo Fan..."

In a few words, Yang Sen told Star Master Mengyang all the information he knew.

"Zhuofan, Survival Fortress..."

Mengyang Xingzhu, who was wearing a toga with large sleeves and a Chinese-style crown, was chanting a few nouns he had just heard.

"Star Lord, do you want me to go?" asked the guard leader beside him.

"No, I'll go in person." Mengyang Xingzhu refused the guard leader's approach, then looked at the palace under construction outside, hesitated and said: "The construction period is still half a month, we will go after the palace is completed."

"Yes." The leader of the guard clasped his hands together.

Yang Sen below was a little anxious.

He didn't care when Star Master Mengyang went to Yuzhou, but why didn't he mention the rewards he should have?
"That...star master, you said that as long as you provide information about a third-level power user, you will be rewarded with a second-level potion..." Yang Sen looked at Mengyang Star Master expectantly.

In the eyes of Star Master Mengyang, Yang Sen's appearance is really ridiculous, but she doesn't know that for a second-level potion, for a person like Yang Sen, the second-level potion is as important as life.

He waved his hand indifferently, and Star Master Mengyang said to the guard leader beside him: "Give him a second-level potion."

This tone is like a nobleman saying to a beggar on the side of the road: Reward him with a dollar.

In fact, this is indeed the case. To Mengyang star master, the second-level medicine is not much more valuable than water, and the third-level medicine is really valuable.

Even for Zhuo Fan, the second-level medicine is very cheap, and the third-level medicine is the real value.

But Yang Sen was already very satisfied. After receiving the potion handed over by the leader of the guards, he hurriedly bowed and thanked him, and then walked out of the hall.

After Yang Sen left, the leader of the guards asked: "Star Lord, we obviously have news about the other party, so why don't we check it out?"

Mengyang star master was full of indifference, and said indifferently: "It's okay, although this planet is well-developed in culture, its strength is not enough."

"Anyway, I can't go back, and it's not a day or two away."

(End of this chapter)