[Sword III] Collection System

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is spring and summer again. If you think that someone is just painting in the valley, drinking tea and touching fish, you are very wrong. He is still running around all over the map hard, Busy with the plot.

Brother Murong Luodao has a mission, fly!

Grandma Balingxiang has a mission, fly!

Brother Kou Dao Xu is about to die, fly!

In short, wherever things go wrong, go wherever it goes, 365 days a year without stopping, no, the secret report from Yinyuanhui came again while drinking a drink of water.

[[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Fuck, Seventh Master, where are you wandering, I already beat you in half! 】

Fang Xi rolled his eyes, why is he in the mood to write a book now, collecting plot entries is the most important thing, okay?

In less than half a second, Jianjian sent another message to him.

[[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: If you don’t come, no one will command you, my brothers are all lying on the ground! 】

[[Secret chat] You said to the Indian monk Lie Yan: the first and second stand on the pole, the third pays attention to the rebound and shit circle, the fourth Buddha jumps to the west, the fifth is full of hatred, and the three monks of Huo Yunfeng press Play the tornado in order, Avalokitesvara, you can figure it out yourself, let the leg hair give you a battle recovery, by the way, the wooden armored lark that I gave you last time is also good for use. 】

[[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Damn, aren’t you, are you really not coming? ! 】

[[Secret chat] You said to the Indian Monk Lie Yan: Well, just hang up like this and bye]

[[Secret Chat] Lie Yan Indian Monk: Wait...! 】

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qi used his great lightness skills to catch up with the two fleeing children in front of him. He had negotiated terms with Yinyuan long before the incident in Daoxiang Village. He pays attention to some seemingly trivial things in the world, such as...the future whereabouts of the villain's young master and the mighty young leader.

A few years have passed since the change in Daoxiang Village that year. Several children fled to death. Except for Xiaoyue who is in a better situation, the other two have been reduced to the rivers and lakes.

Fang Xi didn't know why he wanted to help them. Even if he didn't make a move according to the plot, they could still survive, but why did he feel soft-hearted when he saw the two running hard in front of him?

"Maomao, the people from Mountain Dew Mountain are catching up!" The boy who looked about [-] or [-] years old dragged the younger child behind him and ran forward panting.

"Huh...huh...but why did Brother Yu and the others chase us?" Maomao asked wearily.

"...I don't know, anyway, run!" Mo Yu paused suspiciously, then quickened his pace, almost staggering.

Everyone was innocent and conceived a crime, and the remnants of the Kong Mingjue on their bodies were the main culprits that caused the two to be hunted down.

It is now late at night, and Mo Yumaomao and his two escaped from the prison in the Mountain Dew Mountain Villa, but the alarmed servants of the mountain villa followed closely behind, and when Fang Xi arrived, they were already heading towards Fenghua Valley. direction went.

Fang Xi subconsciously wanted to draw out the little sword, but in the next second he put the little sword back and took out the Luofeng that Xi Keqing had given him.

Just beheading these greedy ugly scum is probably too cheap.

"Who are you?!"

Seeing the servants who were chasing and killing fell one by one, Mo Yu was not happy but became more and more nervous. If the person who suddenly appeared in front of him was also here to snatch the Kongming Jue, he and Mao Mao would definitely not be able to escape this hurdle.

"The mask on this person's face... Maomao seems to have seen it somewhere..." Maomao showed doubts.

"..." Fang Xi didn't speak, because he didn't know what to say.

"Speak!" Mo Yu took a step back, glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, like a hedgehog that was frightened and exploded.

Fang Xi thought for a while and finally wrapped the hemostatic powder and some food in his backpack and threw them to the two people opposite, then patted his ass and left. Today he has used up all the CDs, so there is no time to fly to Luoyang Going to fight the war treasure is also a dilemma.

As for what the two children think, he doesn't care.

"Brother Yu, that brother wearing a mask seems to be a good man, and he even gave us rice cakes." Maomao ate heartlessly, mouthing crumbs.

"Weird..." Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out on Mo Yu's side. The masked man came without saying anything, and left without saying anything after helping them fight the pursuers. People's malice doesn't know where to guess.

Regardless of this, in short, run for your life before the next wave of pursuers arrives.

****

In the end, Fang Qi naturally missed the time to play Zhanbao, but he didn't care too much. After all, the most important thing is to collect illustrations. So far, Daoxiang Fengyun has collected almost all the entries, and the remaining ones are insignificant. The vacancies can also be redeemed with seniority points, but unfortunately there is still a long way to go before they can be filled.

Thinking of this, Fang Xi couldn't help sighing. This was the tens of thousands of times he had sighed in the past few years. Whenever he thought of this cheating system, he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Come here~ guest officer, your crispy chicken and bamboo leaf green~" The waiter in the wine shop yelled sonorously, with two clangs, a stack of chopped passion chicken and a pot of wine were placed on the wooden table. It can also be regarded as a special product of Junshan. It is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Only at this time would he feel a little bit of comfort in another world. After running so many maps and collecting so many illustrated books, it would be a pity for his devastated body and mind not to reward the Wu Zang Temple.

In fact, he was doing well squatting in Fenghua Valley, but Mo Yu and Mao Mao's walking was too slow, and he didn't see them after waiting for several days, so he turned to the beggars' gang to hang out. It just so happened that there was a little friend in the valley to help cover, so he could not go back to the valley for a week, and naturally he saved the money on the plane ticket.

"...delicious" Fang Qi smiled knowingly as he ate the chicken with chopsticks.

【Papa Patta】

The beauty smiled, knocking off the chopsticks of many people.

The sudden silence in the whole tavern made Fang Qi feel a little strange, so he put down his chopsticks and glanced at them. In an instant, the noisy atmosphere in the tavern resumed, but everyone's faces were a little embarrassed.

"Hey, did you see the cauldron? There is a little boy with a white jade pipe hanging on his waist. It must be a fat fish!"

"It looks like someone from Wanhua Valley, it's not easy to mess with..."

"Ah, what's the matter with Wan and Wanhua, Qixiu's girl and I have been tricked several times, are you still afraid of him?!"

At the entrance of the restaurant, several chicken coop heads were chattering and arguing.

"Give me peace!"

The leader is not very old, and his eyebrows are still immature, but there is already a trace of heroism in him. A few sparrow feathers are inserted crookedly on the back of his head and tied up in a high ponytail. His upper body is only wrapped with a few straps in order to keep cool , with the green and red tattoos winding from the thigh, it looks even more uninhibited.

If it weren't for the slightly swollen breasts that had just developed, no one would have believed that this famous Junshan Great Demon King would actually be a daughter.

"Cauldron, why don't you?" The little follower scratched his neck with his thumb with a wicked smile.

"Fuck it, fuck it, you just want to eat, drink, whore, gamble and smoke all day long. Are you filled with shit besides urine?" Sister beggar kicked the little follower over and crushed his head.

"What does the cauldron want to do..." The little follower was so wronged that he almost bit his handkerchief.

"You guys are ready for me to stick in the back. I'm going to rob a man of good family today!"

After all, the beggar sister flicked the wine pot evilly and madly, and strode into the wine shop with two long legs. Before the owner of the restaurant with a face full of shit had time to call the police, the beggar sister stabbed someone in the back of the head with a stick. the wall.

"???" Fang Qi looked at her in a daze, forgetting to eat the chicken on the chopsticks.

"Yo~ Does the young master have a wife?" Sister Beggar asked condescendingly.

"...No" Fang Xi replied in a daze.

"Then you have it now."

Sister Beggar pulled his skirt with lightning speed and gnawed on his mouth, then wiped his mouth with an expression of unsatisfactory expression.

"When I am Mrs. Yazhai, you will have no worries about food and drink, and you will have a big bank ticket!" Sister Beggar said with a bully face.

****

A dark blue figure descended from the sky. He folded his wings, patted the dust, and stepped into the dilapidated earth temple in front of him with disgust.

"...Well, boy, you're back, did you bring any wine~ hiccup~" The old beggar, who was sleeping on the grass on the ground, hiccupped drunkenly when he saw someone coming.

【click】

A thousand receivers pressed against the old beggar's temple without hesitation, and the visitor squatted down, defying him with his nostrils.

"Oh, my dear boy, why don't you talk? I'm so sad for my father..." The old beggar didn't seem to see the deep hole in the thousands of receivers above his head, and still hugged the visitor's thigh and cried.

"Who is your good boy, can you please eat some shit and wake up?" Tang Wuli put the dog shit on the old beggar's face with a smile on his face, and rubbed it.

Ge Laozi, shit is cleaner than his face.

"Whether it doesn't matter, you are my good boy, me and Kanmar's good boy~" The old beggar was relentless and rolling.

With the sound of breaking bamboo, a life-chasing arrow flew out instantly, and went straight to the old beggar's front door. Suddenly he didn't move, lying on the ground as if he was really dead.

"Get up, don't pretend." Tang Wuli kicked the 'corpse' beside his feet.

The old beggar got up when he heard the words Gulu, with a poisonous life-seeking arrow in his fingertips, he smiled and scratched his head embarrassedly:

"Doesn't this make me happy~"

"If it makes me happy, hit me seriously, and don't say my mother's name out of your mouth..." Tang Wuli snorted mockingly:

"nausea."

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