The Marshal of Drama is fine again today

Marshal Jiulang's medical skills were really good, and the high priest woke up after 10 minutes.

Mo Ji'an hurriedly helped him up: "How does Grandpa Priest feel?"

The high priest was in a trance for a moment, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his expression became agitated again, and he wanted to kneel down in grief and indignation.If it wasn't for Mo Ji'an's sharp eyesight and hands to quickly rush over to block himself, the old man might have given a blow to the head.Even so, the high priest snorted Mo Ji'an.

Mo Ji'an gave two painful "Ouch", and finally regained the High Priest's sanity.

The high priest was tearful, knelt on the bed and trembled with hatred: "Your Majesty, I am a sinner of the empire..."

Caressing his chest quietly, Mo Ji'an said, "Grandpa Priest, calm down first. Right now, nothing is more important than your life."

Nodding his head slightly, the high priest almost fainted again, but fortunately Marshal Jiulang was always by his side to rescue him.After tossing and tossing for half an hour, Mo Ji'an was already dripping with sweat, and the old man finally calmed down and wept silently.

The high priest murmured, "Your Majesty..."

"Have a good night's sleep. Don't leave the rest to me. Marshal Jiulang, please take care of it." After giving the other godsend a look, Mo Ji'an got up and took the lead to leave. When he reached the door, he looked sideways, and said in a sonorous and forceful voice: "Grandpa Priest, no matter what." Whatever happens, I'm still here."

When there were only two high priests left in the back hall of the temple, Jiulang slowly narrowed his eyes and showed a look of appreciation.

Along the way, Mo Ji'an's face was serious, and Tianci behind him didn't dare to make a sound.

"What happened, tell me." Standing in front of the temple, he stopped in his tracks, and looked at a few godsends with indifferent eyes.Tianci assists the high priest in managing the temple. As the emperor of the political center, he does not participate in interstellar beliefs.But with just one glance, he found that these people were scared out of their wits, and no one could stand up in a crisis.

"Your Majesty, it's not me, I really don't know." Zeng Weiming's younger brother was the one who made the argument at first, his face was pale.A few people were weeping and chattering, and couldn't explain clearly. Mo Ji'an rubbed his forehead and pointed to someone who was a little quieter: "Say it."

"I, I..." Tianci tremblingly said, "The monument of the patron saint is broken. The other god crystals are also gone..."

After 10 minutes of questioning, Mo Ji'an finally got the truth from several people's intermittent supplements.It is true that Wei Ming ran away, he actually let someone secretly destroy the sacred tablet once and for all, and took away the divine crystal that could be used to make the sacred tablet, and the large pieces that could not be taken away were also smashed and scattered on the ground.

The stele is not only the belief of interstellar people, but also a power stone with magical energy. Most of the military and civilian departments in the central star field rely on it to maintain their operations.The sacred monument was damaged, and the energy stored in the empire could not last for a month at all.After a month, without power supplies, the Empire will be paralyzed and people will start to panic.

By then, the empire was vulnerable and vulnerable.

"If someone sends troops from the commanding heights of faith when the imperial regime is unstable..." the system said in a voice, "Our country is in danger!"

"Son, the mission of saving the empire from paralyzing the crisis, the reward is a book of basic recipes."

Not long after he took office, Mo Ji'an did not expect that he would become the king of subjugation in a blink of an eye.No wonder the high priest beat his chest and wept bitterly.Thinking of the blood on the old man's chest, he suppressed his anger and his eyes sparkled: "I'll take it!"

Unexpectedly, Wei Ming could do such a cruel thing to the country that raised him. This kind of unfaithful, unfilial, benevolent and unrighteous person is really too much.

A day later, a restaurant in the best location opened quietly.Although there was no advertisement, it has already attracted a lot of people. In addition to the panic caused that day and people's attention, there are naturally unique decorations and strange names of the restaurant.Many people come here out of curiosity and then don't want to leave.

"This...is it really edible? This is not a fork, how do I use it?"

"The tongue is going to break! What is this? It's delicious! Waiter, ten more servings!"

"Oh my god, amazing hotel! I'm in love with it!"

"Come on, I've learned to use chopsticks!"

Mo Ji'an sat in the corner wearing a hat and glasses, picked up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth, a faint fragrance permeated the air.The corner of the mouth curled up, "It tastes good." Huo Yi and Huo Er were promoted to chefs, and they really put their heart into it.

The high priest fiddled with his hat and forced a smile: "You're the only one who can think of these things."

Immediately showing a flattering smile, Mo Ji'an quickly picked up a lot of dishes and went over: "Grandpa, please try it. I'm not boasting. You see so many people like it, it must be delicious." After a pause, his smile gradually deepened: "Moreover, all the dishes have been inspected by the Ministry of Health and Scientific Research a few days ago, and they are all healthy and qualified products. Don't worry."

The eyes of the high priest who was teased by him were kind, and the gloom that had been lingering in his heart dissipated a little.

The distraction effect is not great either.Seeing that his eyes were still full of sadness, Mo Ji'an secretly sighed: "Grandpa, you must cheer up. I have a way to make the empire tide over the difficulties, but I need you to help me guard it during the month I am away."

Yesterday, he communicated with the senior cultivator, who said that this is just the simplest refining tool, and it is not difficult for him to make a low-grade spiritual tool.As long as the crystal is ready, he can help make it.After solving the production difficulties, all Mo Ji'an had to do was to get the crystal.This kind of crystal has always come from the Xuanbing Starfield.

The high priest was stunned, and immediately vetoed: "Your Majesty...Ji An, it's too dangerous outside, this is absolutely impossible!"

On the way back, Mo Ji'an talked all kinds of things, but the stubborn old man didn't let go.

"Grandpa Priest, we all know that Wei Ming is restless and kind. If he just waits to die, he will fall into a passive position. As an emperor, I cannot just sit and watch my country be ruined by my hands, and my people fall into a precarious war." Look at his expression Song Song, "This is the test of the gods, please believe in the gods, and also believe in me who was chosen by the gods."

The system complimented: "Son, you are a genius."

Mo Jian "..."

Don't talk, your face will collapse.

Zong Feng and the high priest looked at each other.Only when facing a real crisis, do you know whether your allegiance is to a worm or a dragon.

At night, Mo Ji'an was tossing around in the field rewarded by the system when he heard the plane communication. "senior?"

Senior Cultivator glanced at him and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

"I'm farming." She clapped her muddy hands.

Noticing the gray sky in that space, Senior Cultivator nodded: "This is the portable space? Good luck."

Mo Ji'an's pupils were shining brightly: "I'm going out soon, do you have anything to save your life, senior?"

The senior cultivator was stunned for a moment and laughed: "I didn't expect the little guy to be really lucky. You can use the tendon and marrow pill as soon as you find it."

Washing tendons and cutting marrow pill! "senior!"

"Of course, you must also know that the process of using it is very painful. If you pass through it and immediately perform the Great Circle, you will get twice the result with half the effort. After stabilization, the lowest level is the third level of Qi training. If you can't withstand the pain and pass out, the effect will probably disappear by half." The senior asked for a moment, "What level have you cultivated to now?"

Mo Ji'an didn't forget to eat and sleep to practice, and Mo Ji'an was a little guilty: "I, I can barely condense the cyclone."

I thought I would be reprimanded for a while, but I didn't expect the senior to be slightly surprised and then commented with a smile: "Yes, this process will take a year and a half for ordinary gifted practitioners. Your understanding is very good, and you must not waste it later."

Mo Ji'an chicken eats rice.

Seeing his round pupils looking over him, the senior thought of that person inexplicably, and sighed helplessly: "Forget it, I still have a protective jade chain, I can give it to you." He really couldn't bear to be surprised by the kid.

Holding the elixir and the jade chain, Mo Ji'an was overjoyed and thanked again and again, especially respectfully gifting two pieces of meteorite.

System: "Even if your friendship is deep and you send tokens to each other, I will still collect the share."

Who cares about it.

Mo Ji'an wished he could become a Buddha immediately, so he rushed to the training room, plugged in the wire and swallowed the elixir, sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

The process was even worse than what the senior said, the whole body seemed to be broken and reassembled, and the bones made a creaking sound when they rubbed against each other.The heart-piercing pain came from all the limbs and bones. He was almost out of breath, his curled up body couldn't help convulsing, and puddles of sweat were wiped out on the ground.

Opening his mouth, he was like a drowning fish, except for a slight moan, he couldn't escape a single word.When the pain was so painful that I doubted my life, and I almost couldn't stand it, I don't know how long it took for the pain to recede like a tide.Mo Ji'an wiped his face tremblingly, his voice hoarse: "I am still alive."

Just as he was about to speak, a strong stench rushed into his nostrils.Mo Ji'an later realized that his body was covered in sticky black, but suddenly remembered what his senior said, so he endured the discomfort and sat up to practice.

This practice took more than ten hours.

Zong Feng let out a sigh of relief when he washed himself clean and his appearance became more refined.

Zong Feng was stunned: "Your Majesty?"

His Majesty, who was walking towards the sun, was covered with a layer of holy light, and he always felt that His Majesty's charm was even more unparalleled.

"Yes. Is the manpower ready?" Mo Ji'an pretended to be calm, but it was hard to calm down in his heart.When he washed off the black mud and exposed his skin, he almost smashed the mirror.Who is this little beauty with red lips and white teeth waiting to be picked? !

Zong Feng: "It's ready, waiting for His Majesty's order."

"Let's go." No matter how gloomy his heart was, Mo Ji'an remained calm with a sullen face: he consolidated his realm, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was stuck in the Great Perfection of Qi training, and he was short of an opportunity to build a foundation, which happened to be suitable for experience and looking for opportunities.

"Cuckoo... Cuckoo..." The weak but eager voice came from far to near.

When Mo Ji'an raised his head, his face was covered by a fluffy little golden ball.

Jin Tuan'er's two small tentacles rattled, his normally round eyes were half-closed, and the whole Tuan'er was limp and gasping for breath.

"Gu-gululu..."

Mo Ji'an was really stunned: "Gold ingot?"

Didn't he leave with Marshal Cong Yuan, why did he appear here?

The author has something to say: Mo Ji'an [?_??]: Hey, didn't you leave?

Marshal has nothing to love _(:3」∠?)_: God damn is gone.It is true that he left, but he couldn't hold back and ran back!

Marshal (*???*): Never thought that I could use my wings to fly back from space all night long.

Jin Tuaner 〒▽〒: Did you feel moved! (Baby is now a waste ball)

Mo Ji'an: The baby hasn't left yet, come and hug her and hold her high! (^_^)/(T_T)

Jin Tuan'er instantly revived on the spot and stretched out her little claws? (*≧▽≦)?: Cuckoo!

Zongfeng's cold dividing line (￣ー￣): Marshal Chong, please respect yourself.

Jin Tuan'er (╬◣д◢): The long-haired monkey bullies the baby!Can the baby kill him?