People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

The result is this vast expanse of golden wheat.

In recent years, the cold has been severe, and farmers who have no winter reserves have suffered from epidemics and lost their lives one by one.Overwork, coupled with successive poor harvests of food crops, has resulted in a weakened immune system.

But there is no need to worry this year. With so much food, everyone will be able to survive.

The girl thought naively.

Soon after, the disaster came.

......

When Pest woke up, she found herself lying on a big soft bed with her petite body sunk deeply.

It was as if her whole body was clinging to a balloon filled with warm water. She felt extremely comfortable. The sheets and bedding must be made of different materials, and there was a faintly refreshing fragrance.

"where is this place?"

After just waking up from a rather bad dream, Pest half sat up and murmured slightly.

She looked around suspiciously, and saw the bedroom decorated in an elegant European style, elegant, exquisite and comfortable, full of the unique style of the North District.

Such an environment did not make Pest relax, but made her vigilant.

She only remembered that she fought against the Zoroastrian God of War and immediately lost consciousness, what happened after that, what time it is now, and where she was staying - she had no idea about all of this.

While she was wondering, the door of the room was pushed open, and a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

It was in the hands of a woman in revealing white clothing holding a flute about as long as her upper arm.

"Latine?"

Seeing the proud woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, Pest was stunned for a second, and then called her servant's name.

"Master, are you awake?" La Ting looked at Pest in surprise.

"You've been asleep for three whole days."

"Three days?" Pest was taken aback, feeling a little like a lifetime ago, "You mean three days have passed since then?"

"Yes, three days have passed since the defeat."

Looking at the master who seemed to have just woken up, La Ting, who had been active in the community fire dragon's residence for three days, couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"During the duel, you helped us resist the attack and were seriously injured."

"So... so many things happened..."

Pest touched her cheek, she remembered.

Before, she and her companions were forced to attack the organizer because the priority of authority was lower than that of the Zoroastrian military god.

Then there was no more, the four-figure demon king was obviously not something she, a five-figure demon king, could compete with.

In other words, the opponent just used the white horse that symbolizes the sun among the ten incarnations to defeat them completely, without even using their full strength.

After recalling these, the corners of Pest's mouth could not help showing a little bitterness.

Obviously just going to attack a festival held at the seven-digit outer gate, but met a four-digit demon king who broke the rules.

You must know that except for the upper layer of Hakoniwa, which is called the heaven, the four-digit number of activities in other areas seems to be rare, and there are even fewer four-digit numbers who are also demon kings.

But this kind of probability event, which is no less than winning the first prize of the lottery a dozen times in a row, was hit by them just like that.

But it was useless to think about it now, she calmed down a little, and then asked her servant: "Where is Weser? Is he all right?"

"He's fine." La Ting comforted, "Master, don't worry, all the wounds he and I suffered during the battle have been healed."

"Who's worried!"

Pest looked awkward, with a cold face, "Pay attention to your identity, La Ting, you are just my servants."

"Got it, got it." La Ting covered the corner of her mouth and snickered, then her face became gloomy.

"By the way, since the master is awake, follow me to meet the new leader."

"The new leader? You mean...?" Pest's face became gloomy.

"Of course it's the military god of the Zoroastrian Cult."

La Ting's tone became serious. Although she didn't like the new master, she felt a sense of awe from the bottom of her heart when she thought of his combat power.

"He asked the master to go to him after he woke up, as if there was something important for the master to deal with."

"Tsk! Are you going to be assigned a task just after taking office?" Pest was speechless as if he thought it was troublesome.

Of course, troubles are troubles, and after remembering that she is already a slave of a certain military god, Pest can only swallow the pain in her stomach.

"La Ting, lead the way." Pest corrected her voice and said.

"Master, please follow me."

La Ting nodded, turned and walked in front.

As Li Zihan can guarantee that the community. The fire dragon will not suddenly be hammered by the devil's thigh one day. Naturally, he has a detached position in the community fire dragon. As his subordinates, the actions of Pest and others in the fire dragon are naturally the same. Unimpeded.

Soon, the two passed through the living room with tall and large windows, entered the continuous arches and corridors, and came to a magnificent gate, and then stood in front of a throne made of black iron, which probably only the god of war or the god of war would like. stopped.

In the dimly lit environment, Pest looked towards the top of the hall, where the rather gentle-looking boy was sitting on the throne, reading the materials of the gods and demons that seemed to be Little Garden.