Idle game leads to another world

Martial arts sects are all very proud, and big sects like Qi Jue Sect are often visited by fellow martial artists for advice, so guest rooms are a necessity.

Not to mention big sects like this, even small sects like Qing Shan Sect where Yang Yiyi stayed have guest rooms, but no one comes.

As soon as they left the main hall, disciples immediately helped to lead the way, and the etiquette was absolutely thorough.

"Female knights, please feel free to ask for anything you need, don't be polite."

"Thank you for leading the way, young knight."

"I dare not."

The leading disciple smiled shyly, returned a greeting and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, Wu Shaoyi hurried over:

"You came to Qi Jue Sect to deliver a letter? Whose letter is it?"

His big eyes were full of curiosity.

I always feel that the personality of this young lady is gradually collapsing.

Speaking of which, Yang Yiyi really didn't tell Wu Shaoyi that she helped Ning Xianer deliver the letter, mainly because she didn't know that Wu Shaoyi was going to come with her before leaving Xiashan Town, and later there were people around her, so it was inconvenient to tell her.

Considering that she and Wu Shaoyi would have to deliver several letters together, Yang Yiyi roughly told the story.

"Ah? What's written in the letter?"

When it was a secret letter from Tianjue Palace, it must be very important, but what was written in the letter.

"I don't know. Sister Ning didn't tell me, and I didn't dare to open it."

Yang Yiyi would never do such a thing as secretly opening a letter to be loyal to someone who entrusted her with a task.

"The letter is actually not clear."

At this time, Li Chengxi interrupted:

"I just glanced at it, and there was a sentence on the letter saying 'Don't ask about the road ahead, but go far away'. It feels like it might be a code that was agreed upon long ago."

Li Chengxi was at a 45° bird's-eye view, so he could peek, but because of the perspective, he only saw this sentence clearly.

It doesn't sound like a greeting, but more like chicken soup for the soul, but it's a bit outrageous for a leader to write chicken soup for another leader, so it's more like a code.

"Brother Li, do you know what it means?"

"I don't know, but... I think it's probably related to the Tianlang Cult."

Li Chengxi thought of last year, when Yang Yiyi went to Leishanzang.

After returning, she lived in Tianjue Palace for a while, but Ning Xian'er, who came back with Yang Yiyi, left Tianjue Palace soon. The reason given at that time was that Ning Xian'er went to help deliver a letter.

Don't forget that there were people from the Tianlang Cult causing trouble in Leishanzang at that time. Combined with Ning Xian'er's immediate return to deliver the letter, and Ning Xian'er's status in Tianjue Palace, it can be imagined that the content of the letter must be no small matter.

And the letter sent by Ning Xian'er through the communication eagle not long ago also mentioned that a group of killer organizations called Anxiangtang were trying to intercept, and the ghosts in the Central Plains martial arts world might not be able to sit still.

Think about what happened in southern Xinjiang again, and combine them...

Fuck, could it really be that the six major sects besieged Guangmingding?

"Anyway, you two should be careful. I have something else to do during this period, so I may not be there at all times. Think more about everything and don't be reckless."

"I know."

"I'm worried because you don't know!"

"..."

Although Li Chengxi has bought a space capsule now, with three screens in front of him, he can always pay attention to the three scripts with a glance, but it is not impossible that his attention is distracted and he does not pay attention to the situation in other places.

As for what "something else" is...

Alyssa and the others are finally going to take action.

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Seeing that the lunch break was about to end, Mr. Wilder walked out of the building, hurried to a nearby fast food restaurant to buy a portion of fried bean balls, and hurried back with the bag.

He is a typical and mediocre person, nearly 40 years old, with a wife and children at home, and the passion of his youth has been smoothed by the impact of reality.

He is careful to accompany the boss, smiles to the customers, and has to accompany his wife and children at home. It is no wonder that people become more greasy in middle age.

On the way back to the office, Mr. Wilder was still thinking about which client he would meet in the afternoon and what reports he needed to submit.

Thinking about these things while walking, he was inevitably absent-minded. He felt like he bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

The collision was not light. Not only did both parties fall, but the things in Mr. Wilder's hand also fell to the ground.

Looking up, Mr. Wilder felt something was wrong.

Because the person he bumped into was a little girl with a two-pound iron on her face and a tattoo that spread all the way to her neck.

For an honest man like Mr. Wilder, bumping into her was definitely a big trouble.

"Sorry, sorry, are you okay?"

He said as he reached out to help the person up.

But the other party obviously did not appreciate it. He directly slapped Mr. Wilder's hand away and screamed in a sharp voice:

"Where are you, dear! I'm being bullied!"

Mr. Wilder felt very bad at the time, but this bad premonition soon became a reality.

A guy who looked more than two meters tall, as strong as a bear, and even couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman was like a dark cloud blocking the sunlight in front of Mr. Wilder. His bulging muscles almost made the leather jacket with barbed decorations burst.

When he saw this outfit, Mr. Wilder's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, this is a strong and scary motorcycle gang.

Mr. Wilder hurriedly explained, but the other party obviously wouldn't listen.

"Stop talking nonsense, take us to the hospital if you hit us!"

This is not wanting to go to the hospital, it's clearly trying to blackmail.

But at the critical moment, Mr. Wilder noticed two police officers patrolling the corner of the street, and he felt relieved.

Since the Molybdenum Group is an important tax source, the security force in the area is not low, and there are police patrols everywhere.

The other party also noticed Mr. Wilder's eyes, glanced at the sheriff on the corner, and smacked his lips in displeasure.

"Don't let me catch you next time."

After saying a harsh word, he led the little sister away.

Mr. Wilder was secretly glad to have escaped a disaster. As for being entangled, he just considered it unlucky.

This was a small matter. Mr. Wilder picked up the fast food bag on the ground and walked quickly back to the company.

In his office, he wolfed down lunch, and his afternoon schedule was still full, leaving no room for him to take a break.

As soon as I put the last bite into my mouth, the office phone rang.

"Mr. Wilder, the lady who made an appointment yesterday has arrived."

Wilder quickly wiped his hands with a wet wipe and asked:

"Who is it?"

"Mrs. Moore."

"Oh, I understand, please come in."

Mr. Wilder is in the sales department, which is better than handing out leaflets door to door. At least he has an office. He is not responsible for low-end projects, but the personal aircraft customization business.

Customers have a lot of trouble, but I have to say that the commission is also quite high.

The children at home are going to school, which requires a lot of money. Mr. Wilder has to work at full capacity and cannot let go of any customer.

He quickly adjusted his instrument, and not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the office.

"Please come in."

Immediately, a woman wrapped in fur and wearing large sunglasses walked in. At first glance, it was clear that this was not an ordinary family.