Get out, young master is still afraid of cause and effect?

"General, it has been confirmed. It is indeed those two. They just went to Perfect Food Street and now they are going to West Street. They came in openly wearing Taoist robes, it should be a disguise."

To be honest, the disguise was very successful, and it took them a long time to be sure.Especially the wrinkles and beard on Xiao Zhongqing's face are just like the real thing!Even the door inspection did not find any abnormalities.

What's more, even the evolved police dogs in the base did not respond to the arrival of the two.

Even the police dogs have been concealed, and no one knows how they did it.

But there are always a hundred secrets and one sparse.That's where they came with the cook.

The cook who was "lost" at the base a few days ago.

Yan Yong and Xu Jianwei were in the heartbroken forest, the cook they met in their "big house".

The cook didn't do anything else when he entered the base. They all went straight to the house, and then headed towards the gate after picking up the people.

They tracked and observed for a long time.The cook didn't do anything other than get together to bask in the sun and chat, looking very excited.

If you come and go empty-handed, at most you just bring the most precious nuclei and the like, and hide them in the cotton-padded clothes so that they don't show the mountains and don't show water.

If it is not for recognition, it will definitely not attract any attention.

Yan Jun listened to his detailed report and made his own decision.

He was very careful and emphatic about the disguise.

"Do you know what they want to buy?" Although they know that they don't lack anything, they always have some extravagant or simple or alternative or ordinary hobbies.

An Hao likes jade, so he has some of the most perfect pieces of ancient jade in his hand, but he has not taken them out for a long time, just waiting for them to be used.

Xiao Zhongqing likes a lot of things, but he doesn't care much about each of them.

But he still prepared everything.

As the saying goes, be prepared.

"It's not shopping, they brought a lot of elixirs, some of which are new, and I haven't seen them before."

"Pretend to be a wandering warlock selling medicine?" Yan Jun confirmed.

"Yes."

"Bring back all the medicines that are in use." He didn't even need to ask about the price of the medicine, because those two people didn't even know how much the medicine was fired now!

They don't really care about nuclear crystal food at all, and medicine is not something that is in short supply.

"They don't really sell things at a price, but 'the ones who are destined don't get a penny, and the ones who don't have a destiny can't be exchanged for ten thousand dollars'."

"Then find enough predestined people for me!" After recovering from the headache, Yan Jun was a little irritable, but he still did things in an orderly manner and clearly distinguished between public and private.It is still thoughtful and considerate for everyone.

So no one will care about his violent temper.

Some people even think that a bad-tempered general is a real general.Because that's what wars are all about!For example, Zhong Yiming, such as Xu Anguo, aren't they all like this.

"It's the general!"

After receiving the order to retreat, only Yan Jun was left in the room.

Dingkong... didn't follow him, but defected to them.He knew that the little Taoist's choice was right.If he had followed him back then, he would definitely not have achieved such achievements now.

Even if you have the world in mind, you can't have the great virtues you have today.

Those two didn't really loathe the base, nor did they really resent him for hurting them at a time like that.They are still willing to come to the base and visit Dadu Garden.

This is enough.

They never belonged to him anyway.Never been out of the pool.Sooner or later, he will leave him.

Yan Jun has always comforted himself like this, but he still can't get over that hurdle in his heart.

He even thought that if they want, he is willing to hand over the country.

He doesn't have much time, but he can make the people around him very nice, so that they can make them happy.

In fact, he knew in his heart that he also had selfish intentions.He would have preferred his son to take his place.However, he was even more afraid that something might happen to the child.

The political situation seems to be stable, and it seems that everyone is united.But when he dies, no one knows what will happen.

and.He knew clearly in his heart that those two people would not want his country.Because they are not rare at all.

It is also for the common people of the world.They can do nothing.

Hey.

But he Yan Jun has ambitions.He wants to watch the zombies disappear in his hands, and the troubled times end in his hands. He wants everyone to know that he remembers him, and he wants everyone to respect him as a god!

He wants to live forever.

But these have not been done.People have only just eaten, and the problem of mutated animals and plants has never been solved.Alpine forests are still restricted areas.

There are too many things he hasn't had time to do, and he doesn't want to die.

but.

After a long sigh, Yan Jun collected his thoughts and continued to process the documents on the table.

......

......

At this time, An Hao and Xiao Zhongqing had already set up flags on the West Street, rang the copper bell and started selling medicine.

As the report Yan Jun got said, those who are destined will not get a penny, and those who are not destined will not be sold.

It is fate, but it is more appropriate to say that there is talent.

Didn't Xiao Zhongqing think about writing "recruitment" on the signboard a few days ago, and it happened to be done together when he was free to play today.

Recruit talented people.It doesn't matter what, as long as there is culture, inheritance, and talker, Mr. Bo'an can have fun and get what he wants.

Anyway, as Dingkong said, he wants to "delivery to all living beings" and "donate medicine to live people".

......

I'm not in a hurry today, and I took it back without any preparations. Once the news gets out, it will be quite lively when they come again next time.

They brought a lot of medicine, and An Hao's face was almost numb from laughter in order to be able to send it out.

Xiao Zhongqing laughed at his stupidity, and was ecstatically scolded.

Hmm~~ The acting is good.Originally, his Mr. An was usually able to use his hands and tried not to make noise.This is for the sake of "image" and "disguise", which is quite tolerable.

Yan Jun's people came very quickly, An Hao followed suit, and cooperated very well in queuing up all the pills for them.

Finally, there is no need to "smile" to welcome guests.

What a bad idea!The smiling face is crooked.

But there are quite a lot of capable people and strange people.There are those who paint facial makeup and sing big plays, those who do traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, those who specialize in carving moon cake molds, those who make handmade ancient musical instruments... and so on.There is only the unexpected and nothing untouchable.

Even a few "ancient martial arts" families were blown up!

I don't know if their family is as solid as Dingkong's "Su" family.

The medicine is delivered, and the food street has been eaten, so it can be regarded as the end of the business.Xiao Zhongqing raised his head and looked at the distant mountains and forests for a while, he always had a vague and strange feeling, but when he really went there, he had no clue.

"...dreams are always out of reach, should we give up

The flowers are blooming and falling, and it’s the rainy season, spring, where are you..."

The thoughts were interrupted by the singing, and the steps between the two of them were even more attracted by the singing.

The voice is rich, the tune is heart-shattering, revealing the true feelings, lingering despair, and unwillingness.

Judging from the reputation, the singer should be only about 30 years old, holding the guitar, but it is full of vicissitudes.His eyes seemed to be bad, they were closed all the time, and there was an old food box in front of him, which looked like a street singer before the end of the world.

It's just that the food box is empty, there is nothing.

At the end of the song, the singer didn't stop, and the tune changed with the flick of his fingers, and there was another song.He sang until his voice was hoarse and exhausted, and he still refused to give up.

The sound of "dang lang lang lang" was the sound made by the nuclear crystal hitting the old food box.

Meng Yunrong's hands shaking the guitar, the singing also stopped.Wei Wei opened her eyes, but unfortunately, she couldn't see anything clearly.But he was almost sure that what was thrown into the food box was a nuclei, a very large nuclei.

This is the first nuclear crystal he has obtained from "singing" since the end of the world.

"Thank you! Thank...thank you." Great, someone is listening to him singing!While choking, tears welled up his eyes. "Sir, do you like the songs I sing? Can I write down the songs I wrote and the scores I know and give them to you? I know a lot of classical music!" Meng Yunrong opened his gray eyes and worked hard Wanting to see the person in front of me clearly, "Sir...are you still there, sir?"

The answer to Meng Yunrong was silence.But he didn't want to give up, he fumbled, picked up the nuclei in the food box, held it very heavy in the palm of his hand, it was a high-level nuclei he had never seen before. "Sir, sir..." Meng Yunrong knelt down, held up the nuclear crystal with shaking hands, tears overflowed uncontrollably, "Sir, please take back your nuclear crystal, and accept my score I'm dying, I may die tomorrow, I can't hold on. But I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled to that! Sir, the black and white world cannot live without music! Please, sir, please... ...!"

Meng Yunrong was originally a person with evolved eyesight, but he was besieged in a previous mission. Although he managed to save his life in the end, he still injured his eyes.

After that, it continued to deteriorate, and the medicine stone was useless.To this day, I can't see anything clearly.The gray eyeballs couldn't hide anything.

A blind evolutionary with vision has lost the capital to survive.

Meng Yunrong knew in his heart that he would not be able to escape.

But he couldn't help but rejoice.Fortunately, what he lost was his eyes, but he still has hands to play and a voice to sing.

He has loved singing since he was three years old!Later, I lived in the world of music.Learning to sing, learn to play, and learn to compose music is all he has.

It has always been his dream to write songs that everyone appreciates and loves.

He lived in his dream until the end of the world.

The bar is the only place with music in the last days. However, the supernatural beings come to the bar to vent, drink, brag, and pick up girls. A stereo and a disk are enough to satisfy them.No one will ask for a resident singer.

He was standing on the side of the road with his guitar in his arms, but no one would stop for him.

People in the last days will only run around for food.Just to survive.

For Meng Yunrong, dreams are the music of life, no one cares anymore.

In order to survive, Meng Yunrong, who was still an ordinary person at the time, had to drift with the crowd, working all day just for a bite of food.That period of time was the darkest time for him. In order to live, he could no longer play the piano.

But it's not that bad, because in the busy and heavy work, he can still hum a little tune silently to entertain himself.