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Chapter 142 The Crisis Is Coming
After a few days,
"My mother is dead..." Li Lingwan murmured,

"Hmm..." Zhao Wuyou hummed lightly,
"My father died too..."

"Um…"

"Brother fairy..."

"Why do you keep calling me?"

"Why am I still alive?" Li Lingwan gritted her teeth, and said unwillingly. Li Lingwan's cultivation was at the early days of Acquired, and the body of a warrior is much stronger than that of ordinary people. After a few days of recuperation, her injuries have recovered a lot.

"...you...how many times is this today?"

Long Mingfei was cold, Li Lingwan didn't communicate with Long Mingfei, only when she got along with Zhao Wuyou did she talk more.

"I, no one else talked to me, I just felt uncomfortable and panicked, and my chest was tight." Li Lingwan stroked her small breast bag, looked at the beam, and said bitterly,

"Heaven has given you a great mission, and you must first work hard on your heart and mind. You must bear in mind the hardships you have experienced. After accumulating hard work, you will become stronger later." Zhao Wuyou said helplessly. , Zhao Wuyou has a set of suits,

Consoling and comforting Li Lingwan, Zhao Wuyou was about to leave after a wave of favorability today.
"Brother Immortal, can you let me see your true face..."

At the moment Zhao Wuyou got up, Li Lingwan hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Is it so important what I look like? The appearance of a person is just a skin, the soul inside is what matters. If the soul is clean and pure, is the appearance still that important? What's more..." Zhao Wuyou stopped Hold on.

"Having said that, I still want to see it."

"Actually, I'm ugly, I'm afraid I'll scare you."

"It was you who saved me. I heard Long Weiwei say that even if you are ugly, I still want to see your real face and imprint you in my mind." Li Lingwan said stubbornly.

"Then...let me take a sneak peek."

Seeing Zhao Wuyou getting closer and closer, a man's body fragrance wafted into her nostrils. Li Lingwan had never been so close to the opposite sex, her breathing almost stopped. You have big eyes that are clear and watery, and there is a hint of helplessness in them.

Zhao Wuyou gently took off the veil, revealing his complete face, and blinked at Li Lingwan, "Do I look good..."

As he said that, feeling the latter's fiery eyes, a faint blush rose on his face, and he moved his eyes elsewhere, as if he didn't dare to look at him...

"It looks good... good... look..." From the moment he took off the veil, feeling the impact from the soul, Li Lingwan was infatuated.

Another face dog,
Zhao Wuyou sighed secretly, he had expected this result, and it was not surprising, almost all women had this shocking look when they first saw their true face,
Isn't my appearance just one in a billion? As for seeing my eyes...

Zhao Wuyou put on the veil again, nodded the latter's little head, and left the room,
It took a long time for Li Lingwan to come back to her senses, and murmured, "You lied to me, you are so good-looking, and you still call yourself ugly."

Walking out of the room, Long Mingfei was sitting in the yard, carefully cleaning the saber in his hand. Recently, Long Mingfei wiped the saber almost every day, with a serious expression, as if he was seriously looking at a piece of art. products are the same.

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On the official road hundreds of miles away from Gyeongju City, in just a few months, a city wall has begun to take shape. A large number of refugees are back and forth among them, pushing huge stones, and working day and night.

For a bite to eat, they must exchange what they have.

"General Shen, another group of refugees has arrived!"

The person who came to report was a head of a thousand households. She observed that there were many figures in the distance, and she thought it was refugees who had fled from somewhere.

"According to the old rules, those who are willing to stay will be given food and the city walls will be built; those who do not want to stay will be ordered to return the same way."

"Yes!"

As the refugees got closer and closer, the guards guarding the city stepped forward and took a look. These refugees all lowered their heads, walking stiffly on the official road, in groups,

Where do so many people come from?

"Hey, where are you from?"

no one hums,
Cheng Ding pointed at one of them with his wooden gun, "Hey, old man, where do you come from, raise your head."

Still no one said anything,

"Old Liu, what are you doing? Quickly open the city gate and let them in. It's over. It will be the next shift's turn soon. Let's go back to sleep."

The city guard responded, and walked to a high place, ready to wave the flag, so that the people above put down the city gate,

"what!"

Suddenly, she heard a scream. That voice was Lao Zhang who was on duty with her. Looking back, at some time, those refugees had already staggered to her.

Where is the figure of Lao Zhang.

Suddenly, Cheng Ding saw one of the refugees with his head bowed, only half of his head was left, and she glanced again, all these refugees were all with their heads down, even their postures were the same, their hunched figures looked like It's leaning forward, looking for something.

Wait... what is this stink?
"Ah!" Before she knew it, she had already fallen into the crowd of refugees, and then, something threw her down. She only felt a pain in her neck, and there was blood, and several figures with their heads lowered rushed forward.

Devour her!

Through the moonlight, she saw clearly that they were not normal people at all, they were dead people, dead people with fangs!
　Thanks to the book friend Venerable Blue Rain for rewarding 500 starting coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)