A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as Fang Muan opened his eyes, he was already back on the space-time train, and the destination of the train was impressively written with the Space-Time Administration.

The blue leather bag has been hung on him automatically, except that the crossing guide inside is gone, the passport and some odds and ends are still there.

The first crossing mission was interrupted in such a muddled way, and Fang Muan couldn't be sure whether his mission was successful or failed, so what will happen when he returns to the transfer station.

What he wanted to know more was whether Wenxuan had escaped from the siege, and whether Song Luo was safe in the end?

Thinking of all the things that little turtle planned to do to Kang Shinian, Fang Mu'an felt sad.

if you serious you lose.

This sentence is indeed a wise saying.

There was no wandering Yun Chen at the entrance of the visa office, and that kid probably also did community service. If he was lucky enough to be in the same time and space as them, maybe Kang Sinian and Yun Chen would also be able to fulfill their wishes, forever.

Fang Mu'an silently wished in his heart that his lover would finally get married, but his eyes were a little sour for no reason.

When he walked to the visa office, he was still greeted by the same visa officer as before.

"Accidental Death?"

"It was probably an accident. I blocked the sword for my client."

The visa officer studied the monitor for a while, then opened Fang Muan's passport expressionlessly, "I can't settle the reincarnation points of the previous life for you now, and the outcome of your client is still unclear. I hope that after you have this experience, The next task can be done more in line with the requirements."

Fang Mu'an wailed in infinite grief, "If this continues, how many more tasks will we have to do?"

The visa officer curled his lips, "If you do a good job, one is enough, if you don't do it well, you can't finish with ten." As he said, he stamped his new visa.

"Who am I serving this time?"

"It's a down and out general whose house was confiscated due to court political struggles. Your identity is a personal soldier serving by his side; the mission goal is to help him escape from hunting and restore his family's reputation."

Fang Mu'an nodded very clearly. It's not surprising that men have been mixed with men all year round, and their sleeves are broken. Since he is a general, his actions are crisper and neater than weak scholars like Song Luo, and he doesn't have to be taboo when getting in touch with him.

This kind of heroic upgrade setting is probably simpler than serving minors.

"I lost my travel guide, can you get a replacement for me?"

"Everyone has a copy of the time travel guide. People in the mission world can't see it. How did you lose it?"

"I don't know what happened. The guide disappeared when I woke up."

The visa officer frowned, "I can only submit an application for you to make up for it first. As for when it will be approved, it depends on your luck."

Fang Muan looked around, "Then should I wait here, or do the mission?"

"It's not impossible for you to wait, anyway, it's your own time that's wasted."

Fang Muan could only hear a hint of irony and threat from the visa officer's lack of emotion, so he went straight to the station with his things.Maybe it was exhaustion, or maybe it was the setting of the space-time train, he fell asleep as soon as he received the ticket.

When he woke up, there was a person lying beside him, pressing down on him with both hands and feet. The difference from last time was that neither he nor the person who was pressing him were wearing any clothes this time.

What's happening here?

Fang Muan was in a daze, he got up and looked around.

It was around early morning, and the light in the room was still very weak; the bed under him was not a bed, but a couch, and the room he slept in was not a room, but a tent.

Since he is serving the general this time, could it be that this is a military account?

Fang Mu'an rubbed his eyes and looked at the people around him. He seemed to be about the age of three, with a square forehead and thick eyebrows, lips that were neither thin nor thick, and a faint smile in his sleep. He seemed to be a kind-hearted person.

Guo Nan's external conditions are remarkable. Because of his military background, the color of his skin and the firmness of his muscles are good. As a man, Fang Mu'an can only envy and hate this kind of top quality.

Those who are qualified to live alone in a military tent and have such a figure are his service targets-the down-and-out general.

But as far as the current situation is concerned, the general does not seem to be in despair.

Fang Mu'an was a little confused for a while, and was wondering, when there were tragic shouts outside the tent.

Hearing the sound, the downcast general got up almost immediately. He put on his clothes as quickly as a scoundrel who had been arrested for prostitution.

Only then did Fang Mu'an put on his clothes in a daze, and leaned out of the tent to see the situation.

Dozens of soldiers dressed up as men in black fought in full swing, and the first to bear the brunt was the down-and-out general with a machete in his hand.

Fang Muan stayed where he was for a moment, but decided to rush forward to help. It's okay not to try the water, but it's a tragedy to try the water. Not only is his skill in this life not as good as Song An's, he even can't match Fang Muan's. , The small arms and legs are called weak.

Isn't he the general's personal soldier?

A soldier should have some strength even if he doesn't have martial arts, how could it be so useless.

Seeing that the man in black was about to stab his head with a knife, Fang Mu'an secretly called Tiankeng in his heart, he wouldn't have become a victim of the knife without doing anything, right?

In a critical moment, the down-and-out general saved his life, blocked the knife with his body, and pierced the assassin with his hand back, picked up the trembling Fang Muan and threw it aside, "Why are you joining in the fun, quickly find a place to hide."

Fang Mu'an scrambled to get up from the ground, and scrambled all the way, finally saw a blind corner of the camp that was suitable for hiding, but there were already five people crowded there.

The five people seem to be able to shrink bones, and they are not too crowded when they are piled together. They are all trembling, and one who is a little bolder even gave him a hand, "Amu, why are you shaking, hide Come in."

Amu?

What kind of bad name is this?

Fang Mu'an squeezed between the five people with his mouth curled up, coughed lightly and asked, "Who are you?"

The five people looked at him with a bit of horror on their faces, and the Douyin who had just talked to him asked back, "Are you having a heartache again?"

What heartache?

Fang Mu'an hated this group of people for asking questions that they didn't answer.

Another one who didn't know how to die interjected, "Amu, aren't you scared out of your wits?"

Fang Mu'an rolled his eyes, "Yes, yes, I was so scared. I was almost split in two just now. It's no wonder if I wasn't scared."

The five people looked at each other, and they all took what Fang Muan said seriously, and one of them couldn't take it anymore and wailed a few times, "You won't even forget us, will you?"

"You were the first one I forgot."

"We were learned from a team. Twelve people have been together since we were young. If you forget us, no one can forget us."

What do you mean by learning from a team?

Why are twelve people together again?

What team?

Personal training class?

Fang Muan squinted at the five people, "Are you also the general's personal soldiers?"

These five boys are all in their twenties, each of them is weak and looks like a chicken, and they wear nondescript military uniforms.

Fang Mu'an is really a fool, he also figured it out at this point, co-authored with that down-and-out general, in the name of recruiting his own soldiers, and took a bunch of bans by his side.

Unfortunately, he is also one of the forbidden ones.

Needless to say, I got up early in the morning and didn't put on any clothes, so I definitely got caught by someone last night.

Fang Muan felt awkward, why the body he occupied had an affair with his client; Song Luo was fine, after all, Song An was the one who took advantage, not to mention that the two of them were one-on-one in the end; This down-and-out general raised six sets of products as soon as he was raised, and he was only one of them.

Fang Mu'an was gnashing his teeth, and the screams in front of him intensified, and there was a particularly deep one, like that down-and-out general.

Going on like this is not a good sign, his client is about to be strangled in the cradle, Fang Mu'an can't sit still, he crawls out on hands and feet, ready to sacrifice his ego to perfect the client like last time.

Even if he didn't participate in the follow-up tasks, he could still get a passing grade.

The fallen general blocked a knife for him just now, and there was a wound piercing the armor on his arm, which was shockingly red.

The dozens of people who fought with the men in black were taken care of and only a dozen were left. At this rate of evolution, the entire army might not be far away from being wiped out.

The target of the man in black is obviously the down-and-out general, and people gathered to gradually encircle him, from one-on-one to two-on-one, then to three-on-one, five-on-one, bullying more or less without blushing .

At the critical moment, Fang Mu'an was ready to rush forward, but someone suddenly fell from the sky and broke into the battle to make a rescue.

Wearing a silver mask, the man faced back to back with the general. Within a moment, he wounded three people and stabbed one to death. knife.

The dead soldiers were repulsed after all. Fang Muan counted the remaining people. There were two general uniforms, nine high-level military uniforms, and a total of 13 people including the downcast general and the masked man, standing in desperation. Among the piles of dead bodies.

Fang Mu'an was just lamenting the unbearable lightness of life, when he was struck by the sky thunder.

The masked man took off the mask, and the face under the mask turned into ashes, and he will never forget it.

Wenxuan!

How can this bastard linger on!

How did he time travel?Time travel is also time travel, why does the shell still use the same one.

Fang Mu'an was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, he didn't dare to raise his head for a while, and squatted on the ground to cover his face, only showing a small gap to see the situation.

He watched helplessly as the downcast general saluted Wenxuan, and said, "Thank you Brother Wen for your rescue."

Wen Xuan also smiled and returned a salute, "Song Luo has already guessed my identity, and all the pigeon messengers coming and going were intercepted by the emperor. I escaped from the capital with great difficulty and waited here for several days. Brother Duan will reconcile."

The author has something to say: Thank you Yanda for the grenades and mines~

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