The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

Jiang Zhiyu bit her lip: "Master, get up quickly! Dad and grandpa are going to war!"

"Fog grass!"

Zhao Hao patted his thigh, sat up, and rubbed his dizzy head.

Who would have thought that he would live in the same room with the little fox, and he would even tutor her for a night in studying politics.

The little fox is very smart, but it doesn't prevent teaching from being tiring.

He even missed the expedition.

He asked, "Already gone?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded helplessly: "I went to the school grounds before dawn!"

Zhao Hao glanced at the sky, guessing that it was almost time, and suddenly became speechless: "Didn't you come to call us?"

Jiang Zhiyu spread her hands: "It seems that Dad yelled a few times outside the yard, and then was kidnapped by Grandpa."

Zhao Hao: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu asked: "Then shall we go?"

Zhao Hao hugged her soft body directly and lay back down: "Go on to sleep! We should be addicted to tenderness now and can't extricate ourselves. We already made a splash in front of the little old man last night. Let's stay at home today!"

With that said, he pulled the quilt up.

Want to do something wrong.

However, at this moment, the vague sound of war drums came from the sky.

The battle drums used in the deserted country are made of the skins of beasts at the grandmaster level. It is said that the sound of the drums can be heard for hundreds of miles.

Even though they were so far apart, they still sounded a little excited.

With a blushing face, Jiang Zhiyu pushed his head away, and said in a low voice, "At this time, it doesn't seem very good to do such a thing!"

"It's not very good..."

Zhao Hao scratched his head, and took her into his arms in a dignified way.

Quietly listening to distant voices.

After activating Qizhi Wenxing with all his strength, his senses became hundreds of times sharper out of thin air.

After the drumbeat ended, there were bursts of slogans from afar.

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son! Wang Yuxing master... repair my armored soldiers, and walk with you!"

"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son! Wang Yuxing master... repair my armored soldiers, and walk with you!"

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"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are in the same robe as your son! Wang Yuxing master... repair my armored soldiers, and walk with you!"

A piece of "No Clothes", under the united will of the soldiers of the deserted army, swallowed thousands of miles like a tiger.

Even though Zhao Hao was far away, his blood boiled.

However, at the next moment, he noticed something strange.

Culture!

All over the sky, the literary energy surged from the direction of the suburbs of Beijing. With the sound of war songs, it poured into his chest continuously and merged into the Sword Brave Wenxing.

The Jiandan Wenxing, which was originally flickering on and off, suddenly burst into light, and was completely lit up in just an instant.

Even after listening to the battle song, there is still an influx of literary energy.

Different from the previous literary qi, this time the literary qi is incomparably fierce. When entering the star, it condenses into sword qi, spinning on the sword gall.

really!

Zhao Hao figured out the pattern before.

The quality of literary style does not lie in how unique the poems and articles are, but how much influence it has caused and how much resonance it has aroused.

Famous works through the ages, if they are written, they will be shelved, and it is impossible to produce a trace of literary spirit.

If it is not done at the right time, it will not have much impact.

But this song "No Clothes" was approved by the emperor and Lord Zhen Guo last night, and today it directly hits the hearts of thousands of troops, and the literary spirit it brings has exceeded Zhao Hao's imagination.

Jiandan Wenxing became brighter and brighter, and for a moment, the light actually communicated with Mingxin Wenxing, and a line was connected between the two Wenxing.

Ah this...

This unexpected turn of events completely stunned Zhao Hao.

This... dream linkage?

For a moment, he seemed to understand something.

Zhiyu?

As soon as he thought about it, a sword light shot out from the Jiandan Wenxing, merged into the Mingxin Wenxing, and then quickly fed back to Jiang Zhiyu's corresponding star.

In her arms, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly moved.

"Ah? Who called me?"

Seeing Zhao Hao's weird eyes, Jiang Zhiyu froze for a moment: "The voice just now was you?"

Zhao Hao was overjoyed in his heart, he didn't expect that the sword can be used like this.

He hurriedly asked, "What was the sound you heard just now?"

Jiang Zhiyu's complexion was a little strange, but she still said, "The fairy voice is magnificent, like a god."

Become!

Zhao Hao was a little excited, and vowed several times, and found that this thing seemed to only be able to teleport in one direction.

Although it is no longer possible to make calls with this thing, it is completely fine to be a magic stick.

This shit.

A new game was developed.