Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

233 said, "Don't talk about it, just look for it."

Fang Zhuo instantly understood the special meaning of this drawn word, "Brother Ah San, you were not like this before."

He looked up at the gray sky, recalling the past, "I think back then, when we first met, I would give you something, and you would have to haw and haw for a long time."

233, "Oh, I think you couldn't even ride a bicycle back then, but now you can drive a car."

Fang Zhuo has a thick skin, so he thought the system was praising him, and proudly puffed out his chest, "I think you were very friendly back then, but now you just yell at me from time to time, you must be fierce."

233 refused to budge, "I think you only wanted to do the task back then, but now every day is like falling in love."

"You don't understand." Fang Zhuo said, "This is called a combination of work and rest. Only by combining special sports can we complete the work better, faster and more perfectly."

233 had nothing to say, and reminded, "The two-line data has been stopped at four, so hurry up."

Fang Zhuo didn't really want to engage in missions.

There are so many unusual things in this world, he is a little scared, afraid that this is the end.

Maybe when this world ends, he will never wake up again.

Or, when he woke up again, he had returned to the real world and started a new life.

And what he has experienced will be gradually forgotten by him, even if he does not forget, as time goes by, it will become dull and lose emotion.

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips and sniffed his nose, wanting to cry or not, he was so frightened that his beard didn't dare to breathe, and before the master could speak, he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

He kowtowed desperately, "Prince Immortal, please forgive me, this subordinate is guilty, and this subordinate knows his mistake."

Fang Zhuo was stunned, buddy, what's wrong with you, and a man has gold under his knees, how can he just kneel down.

"Get up." He said with a cold face, "Go and watch outside, I will call you if something happens."

The bearded man wiped off his cold sweat, and retreated obediently, and stood outside the courtyard gate, looking in from time to time.

In fact, this fairy elder's character is not bad, he doesn't have the contemptuous face of Xianmen Jianzong at all.

Over the years, the two sides have never violated the river water, and there have been occasional frictions, which were caused by some individuals.

But those so-called decent families never opened their eyes to look at them. After eight lifetimes of bad luck, they also drew their swords to face each other.

They haven't done too many cruel and inhuman things, it's just that when they kill people, their methods are a bit harsh; when they speak, they tend to offend people;

Just because of their unusual way of cultivation, those hypocrites labeled him a crooked way.

Everyone has been aggrieved, but now it's better, and someone is backing them up.

And in a short time, the ancestor of Tianmo is going to marry the person Xiu inside, so he is really proud.

The bearded and decent people's faces are full of embarrassment and anger, and they feel really happy.

After making sure that no one was peeking outside, Fang Zhuo's face collapsed, "Brother Ah San, can you tell me the truth."

233 said, "You say."

Fang Zhuo was worried, "Is this the last world?"

233 is a joke, "You will know when the time comes."

Fang Zhuo was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, and was about to turn around and go back to the room to lie down, when there was a commotion outside.

Three demon cultivators rushed up staggeringly, the one in the lead, when he ran out of the courtyard, was tripped and fell enough to eat shit.

The bearded man pulled him up, "Why?"

The man's face was full of blood, "What about the ancestor, those people have marched nearly ten miles in Xiubaying, and it seems that they want to fight us with real swords and guns."

The bearded man threw away his hands and snorted coldly, "Just hit them, I've seen them upset for a long time!"

Another person who ran up together took out a letter from his pocket, and said stammeringly, "This is a letter of war."

It was stated on the post that Duan Lin should personally sign it.

The person who sent the post asked, "Where is Lord Tianmo, I will send it to him right away."

Beard, "It's in retreat, give it to me, I'll send it in."

He pinched the battle post with his fingers, and just put half of it into his bosom, when a gust of cold wind passed by, curling up the battle post and blowing it into the yard.

The place where Duan Lin practiced is on the top of the mountain behind the small courtyard.

It was the highest peak in the entire northern foothills. Standing on it, one could have a panoramic view of most of the ice sheet.

Fang Zhuo stretched out his hand and snatched the envelope from the wind. Just as he was about to open it, the back of his hand was gently twitched by one or two fingers.

Duan Rin's hand didn't touch the envelope, so he opened it and pulled it out.

Fang Zhuoxin said that there is no need to be so exaggerated. Although the Renxiu faction is stubborn, they are very principled and disdain those insidious tricks.

Who knew that as soon as the letter was opened, a few poisonous needles flew out of it.

The poisonous needle pierced the pillar of the corridor behind, and the red wood instantly turned black.

Fang Zhuo was in a complicated mood, opened his mouth, and wanted to slap himself twice.

Careless, he was too careless.

Bad people can be found everywhere, and because most of them are principled people in human cultivation, we should not naively think that they are all good people.

Duan Lin snorted disdainfully, and a magic fire ignited in the palm of his hand, burning the letter paper to ashes.

That afternoon, thousands of people gathered on the ice sheet below the mountain, and it was completely dark.

The Qingcang faction is now the largest sect in the magic cultivator world. If it is really wiped out by human cultivators, the other scattered small sects will not be able to please.

So, the leaders of that sect and sect went to the top of the mountain together to seek an audience.

Duan Lin propped his forehead with one hand, leaned on the spacious seat, and looked down at the crowd.

As for Fang Zhuo——

He was forcibly pressed to sit on the thigh of the ancestor of Tianmo, his waist straightened up, and he was at least 20 centimeters taller than the person behind him.

Looking down, more than 20 black-clothed demon cultivators were all kneeling on the ground, which gave him the illusion of being an emperor and looking down on the world.

A little embarrassing, but also a little cool.

The people below felt exactly the opposite of him.

This Shen Su is so far the first human cultivator who has stepped into the realm of demonic cultivators without being beaten.

Now that the battle is imminent, if it were not for the protection of that person, he would have been stripped naked, hung up a battle flag, and crossed out to humiliate those arrogant hypocrites.

From time to time, the people below glanced up cautiously, their mouths were as tight as clamshells, and no one was willing to speak first.

Fang Zhuo knew that he had a special status, so he struggled a few times to no avail, and quietly said to his apprentice, "I'm tired of being a teacher, go back and have a rest."

Duan Lin didn't let go, raised his eyelids, and said calmly, "If you have nothing to say, let's go."

The people below trembled all over. One of the red-haired men stood up, pointed at Fang Zhuo and said, "We are discussing important military secrets. It is really inappropriate for Shen Suxiu to stay here alone and listen."

Some people came out to take the lead, and the rest followed suit.

How could Duan Rin bear someone speaking ill of Master to his face, and when he raised his hand, the red-haired man flew ten meters away and landed heavily on the ground again.

Although that blow only used less than [-]% of his skill, the deterrent effect was terrifying.

The red-haired man got up from the ground, covered his chest and coughed a few times, then stood back to his original position in desperation, not daring to say anything.

The people who echoed before were also as quiet as chickens, not even daring to breathe loudly.

After such a commotion, Fang Zhuo felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and these people probably hated him to death.

"Brother Ah San, do you think there will be someone who thinks that I am hindering Duan Lin from climbing the peak of his career, and wants to kill me from behind."

233 said, "People's hearts are unpredictable, it's hard to tell."

Fang Zhuo raised 12 points of vigilance, and inspected the people below. He thought he would see resentment, but found that after those people looked at him, they all shook into sieves, as if they were afraid of his revenge.

Fang Zhuo, "..."

Although the people below couldn't regard Fang Zhuo as one of their own, they had no time to waste when the soldiers were approaching the city, so they had to take this opportunity to formulate a battle plan.

The world of comprehension is different from the ordinary ancient world. To fight a battle, you have to find ways to occupy the terrain and rack your brains to apply military tactics.

Here, there is no one, the cultivation base is low, and there is only one ending.

Was hanged and beaten.

And these two items, the demon cultivators have all of them.

There are too few great abilities that can resist firepower, and there are not as many soldiers and generals as human beings. Fang Zhuo is worried about them.

He moved his butt, leaned on the little apprentice's chest, and asked the system to call out the live broadcast.

Renxiu didn't mobilize all the people out, leaving more than half of them to guard the mountain in the south, in order to prevent Moxiu from attacking from the rear when they were unprepared.

Fang Zhuo thought for a while, and said, "You can send five heads of the demon infant stage to Xuanjianmen, Yuanmingzong, Chaos faction, and Qiongcang and Xuanji gangs. It is best to attack at night and catch them by surprise. "

The people below doubted, "Who knows if there are people from the Incarnation and Void Refining Realm saying that they are there, waiting for us to throw ourselves into the trap."

Fang Zhuo shook his head and said firmly, "No."

The demon cultivators frowned, "How do you know there is no?"

Fang Zhuo's mouth moved, and he didn't know how to explain it. At this moment, his chest, which was pressed against his back, suddenly trembled.

Duan Lin sat up straight with a leaning body, rested his chin on the neck of the master, kissed the soft black hair of the other side, and whispered a lot of names.

Everyone distinguished for a moment, surprised, all of them were the heads and elders of the 36 sects of Renxiu.

Quickly snapped his fingers and calculated, as a result, those people who stayed at the mountain gate's strength were comparable to theirs.

Even if they can't tie, it can still make them lose their vitality.

When the time comes, Renxiu, who is guarding outside the junction town and clamoring, will definitely send troops back for reinforcements. Moxiu seizes the opportunity and pursues fiercely, so that they can't care about both ends.

Seeing what they were thinking, Fang Zhuo spoke quickly, "Don't hold on, if you really can't beat it, just run away, your life is at stake."

A group of demon cultivators opened their eyes wide in horror, and even wanted to dig out their ears to see if they had too much earwax and misheard.

Renxiu advocates justice every day, and is extremely concerned about saving face. Such useless words like "run away if you can't beat it" can actually come out of Renxiu's mouth.

...This is too ridiculous.

Everyone was dazed and dizzy and discussed again, and finally got through to the end of the meeting.

As soon as he left Qing Cang Sect, the head of the magic cultivator began to gossip and discuss, "Then Shen Su is really a human cultivator? Why is it different from my impression."

"Haven't you heard? Shen Su is not Shen Su, that's a fake, that's a demon cultivator."

"You fart, do you see that he has a devilish energy?"

It really isn't.

If they were really their own people, when they stayed in Yuan Mingzong, they had to restrain their demon energy and pretend to be human cultivators in order to hide their identities, they could understand.

Now that I have returned to my own territory, there is no need to continue pretending.

The most important thing is that they did not send anyone to seize the house, and the dove occupied the magpie's nest.

"Then according to the opinions of all brothers, is Shen Su really Shen Su?"

"unconfirmed."

"To be discussed."

"None of my business."

"..."

The demon cultivators are all action factions. A group of small sect leaders quickly divided up the work and sent five of them secretly to the south.

The rest, led by Duan Lin, took the soldiers and generals to Renxiu's garrison.

Fang Zhuo was wounded and had no spiritual power, so he was left in the Qingcang faction.Chicken Cub and Shocking Python are in charge of protection, and about a hundred people including Lu Hu and others are guarding the foot of the mountain.

If there is any disturbance, they will immediately send people up the mountain to escort him away.

This is so colorful, before I have time to look at it, it may be defeated.

233 suddenly said, "No, the protagonist is very powerful."

Fang Zhuo touched the position of his dantian, not at ease, "A sword has no eyes, and it is easy to lose your mind in a fight. What if my apprentice is really red-eyed?"

No, he has to go and have a look, in case something happens to the little apprentice, he can dissect his stomach on the spot, take out the Heng Tian Stone, and stuff it into his mouth.

233 said, "You walk with your feet? And the protagonist told you before leaving that you can't take half a step away."

Fang Zhuo's expression was chapped, "I put the knife on my neck and let the bearded man take me there."

233 reminded indifferently, "Did you forget that you still have something wrapped around you. The success rate of achieving the goal by threatening is zero."

Fang Zhuo raised his hand and touched the whip on his waist, feeling hopeless.

This thing should have been enlightened, even if it is pulled down and thrown to the foot of the mountain, it can find it by itself.

The most exasperating thing is that this thing has the same will as Duan Lin.

The whip will never overstep what the master does not allow.

Therefore, as long as the little apprentice refuses to agree, let alone calling up the people at the foot of the mountain and threatening them to take him to the battlefield, even leaving the room will be a problem.

Fang Zhuo had no choice but to sit down next to the stone table to watch the live broadcast, and asked about the mission data by the way.

[Plot line: four and a half stars. 】

[Emotional line: four and a half stars. 】

These two data have been in tacit agreement recently, and they are always exactly the same. As a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Fang Zhuo felt very upset, uncomfortable, and aggrieved after reading it.

This means that the distance is getting closer and closer.

Means, he will probably never see his man again.

233 sighed, and comforted poorly, "Don't do this."

Fang Zhuo said in a muffled voice, "Is my body in the real world already dead?"

The system was silent for a long time, and responded positively for the first time, with a low "um".

Although he was mentally prepared, Fang Zhuo was still very sad, and rubbed his toes on the ground, "Then what happened to my memory, who made it."

It can't be done well, there is only a rough framework.

As long as he recalls carefully, he will find many gaps and loopholes.

233 stammered, "You'll know soon."

It's all at this juncture, and it's still so watertight, Fang Zhuo didn't give up, "Since I'm dead, the body must have been cremated long ago, even if the task is completed, I won't be able to go back. How about..."

"Why don't you let me continue the delivery mission, can you?"

He was sure that wherever he went, Lao Gong would follow him there.

As long as the mission is not over, they can always be together.