Lord of the night.

Chapter 388 Mr. Fang’s generous move [Ten thousand words]

Jing Xiuyun said: "Deacon Zhao and I are just speaking on behalf of ourselves, so we may not be able to do this job successfully. But Mr. Fang's appearance is tantamount to representing all the deacons, representing the deacon hall, representing the guard hall, and even representing everyone." Guardian! This is different, do you understand?"

Cripple Hong Er was enlightened: "I understand, I understand."

But then he frowned and felt melancholy: "But how do I go to find Mr. Fang? What reason do I use to go to Mr. Fang? Hey..."

"Just go find it!"

Zhao Ying'er said: "Especially after what happened to Tang Zheng and his wife not long ago, it has always been a regret in Mr. Fang's heart; if you go to find him because of marriage problems at this time, he will not refuse."

Jing Xiuyun couldn't help but nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Cripple Hong Er was still a little scared and said hesitantly: "Then I...think about it...think about it..."

Sighing, still timid.

Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Ying'er ignored him and ate their own fruit plates, paying attention to the Ning family compound below.

Cripple Hong Er sighed for a while, then seemed to have figured it out, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, making up his mind.

So he started to eat too, and he ate very quickly, as if he was grabbing. Fill your mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Boom, boom, boom...

The two women looked sideways: Is this guy crazy? Didn’t you agree to treat us to a meal?

After a while, Hong Erzi said: "Today is almost over. Let's find a place to eat. Come back in the afternoon."

"Huh?" Jing Xiuyun raised his head and rolled his eyes.

"As for the expenses of today's teahouse, let's pool it together. I'll pay half, and you two can jointly pay half."

Hong Er laizi said.

Zhao Yinger was stunned and stunned.

The two of them helped him point out a clear path. It seemed that this guy had made up his mind.

This guy felt that he had found a solution and didn't need the two of him anymore, so he actually changed his face.

No more treats!

Jing Xiuyun's face suddenly turned red with anger, and he said calmly: "I'm asking! Hong Er, lame man, wait, if I let you find a wife in this life, my surname will not be Jing! I will go to Sister Qin immediately to tell you You teased me, and then went to Mr. Fang and said that your bad moral character made the widow pregnant and coerced others..."

Cripple Hong Er's face suddenly turned pale: "Sister!..."

"You wait!"

Jing Xiuyun slapped the table and stood up, saying: "Boss, pay!"

Pfft!

Cripple Hong Er knelt down straight and begged: "Sister, you are my biological sister...I beg! I beg! I beg!"

"I don't mind your invitation! I have a lot of money! I can use your three melons and two dates!"

"Don't, don't..."

Cripple Hong Er was almost in tears. He never thought that his habitual behavior would have such big consequences.

"Sister, I will also invite you tomorrow! My brother is wrong, I am an idiot, please don't be as knowledgeable as me, sister."

Cripple Hong Er begged with tears and runny noses.

If Jing Xiuyun complained like this, given Mr. Fang's temper, he would probably have himself castrated, let alone finding a wife to marry him.

Jing Xiuyun said angrily: "Unless you ask for a month, besides, Ying'er and I both like to use Tiangong Shop's rouge and gouache, two sets each. In addition, my brother-in-law likes to drink a few jars of Tie Xue Tai Fifty Years... …”

If you get the chance, kill him to death. Do you still dare after seeing this guy?

Zhao Ying'er pursed her lips to hold back a smile. Watching Jing Xiuyun groom Hong Er, it was so enjoyable.

"Tiangongpuzi Iron Blood Platform... kill me!"

Cripple Hong Er knelt on the ground helplessly, his eyes glazed over.

"Humph, I made you feel stupid! I really thought I couldn't cure you!" Jing Xiuyun's face was as cold as frost.

At this time the boss came in: "Who calls the checkout?"

"I I I..."

Cripple Hong Er jumped up, pulled the boss and went out: "As a man, of course I pay the bill. There is no reason to ask a woman to pay when I go out with a lady. Boss, do you think it is... Can the boss give me a discount... …”

In the room, Zhao Ying'er couldn't help laughing: "Sister Xiuyun, you still know how to do it!"

Jing Xiuyun whispered: "To deal with this kind of bitch, we must find something to do with him. He will get married in the future. If he does it again, we will go to his house and tell Sister Fang that he raised the child..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhao Ying'er laughed for a while, then hesitantly said in a low voice: "I always feel that it's a bit inappropriate for Sister Fang to do this?"

Jing Xiuyun: "What's inappropriate?"

"It's a bit... you're being suspected of that..." Zhao Ying'er said embarrassedly.

"I know what you mean, and I understand it. But...sister, you don't know the suffering of women. Especially this kind of woman who can't live independently but still carries the name of a hero's widow..."

Jing Xiuyun sighed deeply: "Sister, it's really difficult for Sister Fang... Her late husband was a hero. I can't live on by myself. I can't embarrass my late husband and come to guard the hall every day to ask for subsidies. However, I can't live with my children. The children I also have some martial arts qualifications. If I can’t raise my children, support my family, or provide good conditions for my children, I will be scolded by others... People’s words are terrible.”

"Do you think she really doesn't want to marry Hong Erzizi? She wants it more than anyone else; but no matter what, there must be an opportunity and a reason, otherwise, just the tongues of people around her can crush her to death. She is sneaking around now , but after all, she is still the daughter-in-law of the Huang family. She accepts financial support from Hong'er Cripple for life and for her children. Even if everyone has an opinion in their hearts, they will not express it openly. They must also express their understanding. After all, she is still guarding the Huang family. But marrying blatantly is another matter. One thing..."

"It's hard to be a woman, it's even harder to be a widow, it's even harder to be a widow with children, it's even harder to be the widow of a hero with children..."

Jing Xiuyun sighed deeply and said sincerely: "Ying'er, sometimes, a thousand reasons and universal morality cannot measure a woman's suffering; without the suffering of others..."

……

Fang Che is studying the God Fusion Pill that Xue Fuxiao gave him.

When Xue Fuxiao was delivered, he said that it was given to him by Dongfang Sansan; and when taking it, he used his divine consciousness to wrap the divine phaseless jade, and then let the God Fusion Pill slowly fuse with the divine nature. He also said that this process would take at least three days.

However, there is a restriction for taking the Fusion of God Pill, which is King level six.

But now he is already at the peak of fifth grade.

If you take it now, Fang Che thinks there won't be much of a problem, right?

After thinking about it, I decided to press this idea and continue to accumulate cloud energy. It is estimated that the sixth level is only three to five days away. No matter how urgent it is, there is no rush in these few days.

What's strange about him now is...

The Southeast War has come to an end, why haven't Old Man Shen and others, Song Yidao, Fan Tiantiao and others returned?

And there was no news coming back.

After thinking about it, he had to check some information. He pushed open the office door and shouted, "Tang Zheng! Put that..."

Outside, dozens of people's eyes turned around in unison.

Silence.

Fang Che himself was stunned for a moment, and then sighed, his eyes darkening.

Tang Zheng... is dead. He will never respond to his orders again.

An inexplicable sadness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Fang Che suddenly felt a powerful anger rising at the same time.

Yelled.

"Go all! The investigation files! The previous files! Move them here, separate them, compare them, and check for abnormalities! Speed!"

There was a roar and everyone moved together.

He didn't even dare to look at Mr. Fang's livid face.

It seems that Mr. Fang’s eyes are red...

……

Then Fang Che started to look through the files constantly. After this period of investigation, a new file was formed, and then he opened the old one and started comparing it to see what the differences were.

The entire guard hall and deacon hall's left-behind staff were accompanying him.

Unable to find the dream demon, Fang Che always felt like there was a fire in his heart that could not be extinguished, and it was burning stronger and stronger.

Although he killed a clone of the Dream Demon, Fang Che still couldn't let go of his hatred. Tang Zheng's revenge, even if the dream demon died a hundred times, still made Fang Che feel angry.

Tang Zheng was a small figure, and when Fang Che came to guard the main hall at the beginning, Tang Zheng was flirting with others, pretending to be powerful, and cheating...

But step by step, I changed, I was touched, I was inspired, I started to work hard, I started to improve, I started to take responsibility, I started to transform into a qualified fighter... I even became a qualified defender, or even a guardian!

From him, Fang Che saw too much hope and too much emotion.

However, as soon as he took the right path, before he had time to play his role, before he had time to move forward, he died.

This made Fang Che feel particularly angry.

And there is also a kind of frustration.

I have seen too many people slowly degenerate from the ranks of fighters, slowly becoming fearful, shrinking, following the crowd, and drifting...

There are too few such counter-trends.

What a pity!

Fang Che checked the files of each household.

Then put all the strange ones together separately.

Everyone followed suit.

After such a detailed investigation, everyone suddenly discovered one thing: This is wrong, why are there so many in Beicheng?

Those who have abnormal problems are basically in Beicheng.

And when things go wrong during this period, they are basically all in Beicheng.

Fang Che frowned more and more, and suddenly patted the file with his hand: "This, pause. What is so special about the North City of Baiyun Continent?"

This question needs to be answered by those old deacons.

"The North City of Baiyunzhou has always been a wealthy area; moreover, it is a new area. The North City was expanded outside in the 400th year."

"At that time, the small county town outside Beicheng, called Beizhou, was becoming more and more prosperous; the population was increasing, and various large markets began to gather, and then the influence became more and more serious; and it was in the suburbs outside the city wall. Once something happened, it would be Big problem."

"So we simply sent a package, demolished the original city wall, and enclosed Beizhou and an empty area according to the even distribution of the four directions."

“Many of the buildings in Beicheng are no more than a thousand years old.”

“And there are so many rich people, wealthy families, and century-old shops in Beicheng!”

"There are many influential people in Baiyun Continent, and they basically live in Beicheng."

"Beicheng is extremely close to the Demon God Mountain."

"..."

"stop!"

Fang Che waved his hand and murmured: "Beicheng is extremely close across the mountains outside..."

I remembered that there are mountains in the east, west, and south directions, but they all take a while to travel. Only Beicheng, about a hundred miles outside the city, is Demon Mountain.

Then further north, there are rolling mountains and boundless jungles.

His eyes became brighter and brighter.

Because he remembered something Mu Linyuan once said.

"There are many hidden piles that have been lurking all year round, and they have been run into century-old shops."

Fang Che's eyes flickered. If he calculated it this way, how many hidden stakes did the Divine Sect have in Baiyun Continent?

How powerful will the secret stake supported by the power of the Celestial Sect become?

How deep-rooted is it?

a hundred years? Two hundred years? Or longer?

So……

Fang Che brought a map over and, in full view of everyone, circled a large area of ​​North City outside the Zhongcheng area.

"Focus on this area."

"Focus on checking the rich!"

"Hundred-year-old families, century-old stores, various old stores with long-lasting reputations, old wealthy people, and wealthy people!"

"Yes."

Everyone started busy again.

Fang Che, on the other hand, used his brain and carefully checked every piece of comparative information he picked out.

Then he discovered that there were quite a few.

All of them are rich people, all of them are big families that are over a hundred years old. They are either chaebol families or warrior families. Among them, there are actually forty or fifty families at the eighth and ninth levels, nine warrior families at the seventh level, and millennium families at the sixth level. There are also three.

As for the centuries-old stores with various unique secret recipes, there are more than 200.

"There are so many rich people!"

Fang Che issued the first order: "First check the number of natural and man-made disasters and the number of donations. Make a ranking list."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

If you are a self-righteous person, I am afraid that you are not willing to donate money to the ordinary people of Baiyun Continent. It is appropriate to start from this point.

But Fang Che knew that it might not be effective.

For example, Tianxia Escort Bureau, Zheng Yunqi and others also donated a lot...

But he really didn't have any clue, so he could only look for a needle in a haystack.

……

Currently busy...

Jing Xiuyun and the others are back.

"How's it going? Have you found anything?" Fang Che asked.

"Everything is as usual. The Ning Family Courtyard and other companies seem to feel a little different, but we still need to observe and confirm." Zhao Ying'er thought about it and couldn't say anything to confirm the suspicion.

Because... there is no evidence, and there is no change. It is just a closed door.

And there are too many such families.

"it is good."

Fang Che didn't expect them either, just making routine inquiries.

"Cripple Hong Er said something happened and he asked for your help." Jing Xiuyun chuckled.

Then he took Zhao Ying'er and ran away.

"kindness?"

Fang Che turned his head and frowned at the cripple Hong Er who looked embarrassed and felt weak all over.

This bitch is trembling. Can you ask me for help?

Cripple Hong Er didn't know what was going on. When he saw Fang Che, he instinctively trembled all over. Then his face hurt, his buttocks hurt, and his head hurt... It was as if the violent beatings of the storm were coming again.

A conditioned reflex has been formed: he is afraid when he sees Fang Che.

Even if you haven't made any mistakes, even if you have made great achievements, this is the case.

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Che asked in a bad mood, with sharp eyes and a serious face.

"Mr. Fang, I, I, I..."

Cripple Hong Er suddenly panicked when he saw Fang Che's cold eyes. He was originally thinking, 'It's not an itchy butt to be beaten every time I see Mr. Fang', but when his mind went blank, he said without hesitation: "...My butt is itchy again..."

Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Yinger, who had just taken a few steps, paused, almost unable to believe their ears.

There was a bang.

Cripple Hong Er was kicked out, and then kicked three times in a row, turning him into a trapeze artist.

"It turns out you had an itchy butt and asked me for help."

Fang Che waved his hand, sucked Hong Er back in, and kicked him away again: "I'm good at this!"

"There is actually such a request!"

"Bitch!"

Mr. Fang kicked the ball back and forth for more than a dozen times before sucking Hong Er lame back: "Is that enough?"

"Enough...thank you Mr. Fang..."

Cripple Hong Er almost fell apart after being kicked.

"You're welcome. If you need help in the future, you can come to me. I'll be happy to help you with this kind of help."

The entire deacon hall burst into laughter.

Everyone, including Fang Che, understood that Cripple Hong Er was probably frightened into talking nonsense, but everyone was still happy to see this bitch get beaten.

Fang Che doesn't mind having a habit of beating people.

Only then did Cripple Hong realize: "Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang... This is not what I'm asking you for help with..."

"What's that about?"

"Can you lend me a moment to speak, Mr. Fang?"

The second lame man said pleadingly.

Fang Che looked at him suspiciously, then looked at Jing Xiuyun and Zhao Yinger, who were smiling furtively in the distance like two little foxes who had stolen a chicken, and said, "Then come in and talk."

"Good."

Cripple Hong Er rubbed his buttocks and happily followed Mr. Fang into the office.

"Bitch! You're so happy to be begging and getting beaten."

Yun Jianqiu said with infinite schadenfreude.

The whole crowd burst into laughter.

Close the door.

Laughter was shut out.

Hong Er, a lame man, stammered and expressed his demands.

"That's it?"

Fang Che really didn't feel anything.

He has never objected to staying together forever, but if her husband sacrificed his life for the mainland, should his wife die alone?

That would be so unfair and miserable.

What's more, living alone and helpless in this world with a child?

"That's it, Mr. Fang, do you see it?"

Cripple Hong Er asked hopefully.

"It's not a big deal. I'll think about it."

"Thank you, Mr. Fang."

"Well, you can go out."

Fang Che was thinking about other things and frowned.

Cripple Hong Er didn't dare to disturb him, so he bowed and stepped back, closing the door gently.

……

The incident of Hong Er lame obviously touched Fang Che's mind.

Fang Che was thinking, what about the families of the deacons who died guarding the main hall? What's the saying about guarding the main hall?

Can the life go on?

Then Fang Che called Jing Xiuyun in again to ask.

"Family? Widow?"

Jing Xiuyun was stunned for a moment and said: "The guarding hall receives pensions every year, and funds are also allocated from above. However, the money and resources are not much; anyway, we can't survive on these alone."

"What a shame for a hero."

Fang Che said: "Then you issue a notice. If you have nothing to do during this time, I will be guarding the hall. In my own name, I invite all the family members of the personnel guarding the hall, including logistics and finance... all family members, including those who have guarded the hall over the years. The family members of those who died... must not leave out any of them, invite them to guard the hall and hold a social gathering."

Jing Xiuyun was a little confused: "Huh?"

"Remember, in my own name, not in the name of guarding the main hall. Because this involves all the guards in the mainland, it cannot become a routine."

Fang Che instructed. "yes."

Jing Xiuyun said: "But this requires a lot of resources and money. Mr. Fang, you have to think about it carefully."

"I have money. And I have resources."

Fang Che said: "What do you earn money for?"

Without waiting for Jing Xiuyun to answer, Fang Che smiled faintly.

"Yes."

Jing Xiuyun felt a surge of heat in her heart.

"Just tomorrow afternoon, afternoon and evening. After a long time, it will not be beautiful if the Palace Master and the others are prevented from coming back."

Fang Che waved his hand and immediately made up his mind: "Let's kill first and then show off. We'll talk about it later."

"it is good."

"Contact the hotel, and then purchase everything... including snacks, drinks, food for the children, etc... and the venue..."

Fang Che frowned and said: "From now on, can it be completed before tomorrow afternoon?"

"No problem at all! We are all cultivators, and this is for everyone's benefit. Everyone will do their best."

A hard smile appeared on Jing Xiuyun's face: "Actually... everyone has always wanted to do it, but they just don't have the money. This is not hundreds of thousands of silver, nor is it a small-scale resource... The lowest is millions of silver, various resources The value far exceeds this number..."

She looked at Fang Che worriedly: "Mr. Fang, it's very difficult to do this alone."

"I'll leave these to you. You and the financial planner can go and buy them. All I want is thoroughness, thoughtfulness, and grandeur. You can't be picky..."

He asked: "Is 200 million enough?"

"What?" Jing Xiuyun could hardly believe his ears.

"I mean, is 200 million silver enough?" Fang Che asked.

"Two hundred million??"

Jing Xiuyun swallowed and tried hard to put her beautiful eyes back into her sockets: "...that's enough. It's too much, it's no use..."

"I will give you a share of 200 million. Your task is to spend it all and then distribute it equally to each family."

Fang Che opened the drawer and pulled out a drawer full of banknotes.

"Spent!"

"Tomorrow's event will be held in the conference hall of the guard hall. All conference halls should be cleared. Those who can be opened will be opened."

"Let's have a dinner together tonight. You should also consider the table arrangement."

"I'll leave it to you to take charge of this matter!"

"Yes, we must try our best!"

Fang Che walked out of the door, clapped his hands, and then announced: "All personnel guarding the hall are meeting, please inform."

The hall master who guards the main hall and the deputy hall masters are both absent. Only the hall master Yuan Jingjiang is in charge of the work, but this hall master has become the deputy hall master's dogleg...

So now Deputy Hall Master Fang's words are the supreme oracle in guarding the hall.

With an order, everyone crowded over for a meeting in an instant.

Even the chef from the canteen came.

"There will be a guarding of the main hall tomorrow... In my own name... no omissions are allowed... Your job is to arrange the venue, etc., and the specific affairs will be handled by Jing Xiuyun..."

"We must cooperate fully!"

Mr. Fang said something very sternly.

Contrary to Mr. Fang's expectation, the people below were obviously more excited than himself, and the cheers were loud.

"Absolutely cooperate!"

"Whoever dares not to cooperate, whoever dares to cooperate poorly, I will smash him to death!"

Yuan Jingjiang stared and began to give instructions: "Everyone get busy! Hurry up!"

Then he came up to Fang Che and said in a low voice: "It costs a lot of money, how can you support it? I have also saved some private money and resources..."

"How many do you have?" Fang Che squinted.

"About one hundred thousand taels of silver, and some gold and other resources..." Yuan Jingjiang gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give them all!"

"You poor bitch, get out of here!"

Fang Che said disdainfully: "I'm doing something big. Why are you so embarrassed to say that you used your two cents to top up a lot of money..."

Yuan Jingjiang: "..."

"Keep it as a family heirloom."

Fang Che glared at the hall master and said, "Why don't you go to work?!"

"Good Le!"

Yuan Jingjiang turned around and left, everyone laughed.

Yuan Jingjiang took seven or eight steps before turning around: "I am the leader of the hall, right?"

"Then you will pay?"

Fang Che shouted back.

Yuan Jingjiang disappeared with a whoosh.

His muttered curses could be heard from far outside: "...Big dog owner!"

The entire guard hall was operating with unprecedented efficiency, and everyone's emotions were so high that they were about to explode.

Running around telling each other.

The three conference halls were tidied up by these guys in half an hour, and they were directly connected. Even the two reception rooms in the middle were directly demolished, and the structure was perfectly supported by columns.

It has become a huge space that can accommodate seven to eight thousand people eating at the same time without being crowded!

There were even a few guys who flew up very carefully, smoothed out all the edges and corners, and painted them with white ash.

Until it was completed - half an hour.

The speed is indescribable!

Those who go out to buy are even more vigorous and resolute, directly closing the store to select goods.

Then countless people flew out of the shards to issue notifications.

They have long wanted to have such an event; but the funds to guard the hall are really tight; not every warrior is as fat as Mr. Fang.

The resources needed to support cultivation every day are astronomical in the eyes of ordinary people.

For example, one hundred thousand taels of silver is enough for a family to be well-off and live comfortably for half a lifetime; but for a warrior, it may only be a pulse-opening pill.

A piece of spiritual crystal, a herb.

And although these things are issued every month by the guard hall, they will never meet a person's one-month cultivation consumption!

What should I do if I want to make progress? Buy, or seize.

It is not unreasonable for the poor to be rich in literature and military.

After cultivating to a certain level, ordinary eating and drinking can only satisfy the appetite, and food with spiritual power is needed.

Ordinary white rice will not produce any spiritual energy until your belly explodes; while spiritual rice... the price of one kilogram is enough for an ordinary family to eat rice for a family of five for half a year!

And this is just relatively ordinary spiritual rice.

As long as you have some resources and money, if you don’t buy something useful quickly when you encounter it, then when you need it urgently, you may search all over Baiyun Continent and not find it!

So everyone is really poor. And most people don't have channels like Mr. Fang: I am teaching a few eldest young masters to provide resources, this one is given to that one, and the entire Yixin Sect is supporting it... And here Dongfang Sansan is providing resources... Bai Yunwu The hospital is used to him...

Moreover, there is a world escort agency which is equivalent to private property. Withdraw as much as you want to spend.

And so many bodyguards are working as part-time workers without getting paid...

Moreover, he is very powerful. He can do other things such as drinking water and doing other things by force. He can kill a few people at will. He uses several identities in rotation, and no one can find him... All the trophies go into his pocket...

Therefore, President Fang's wealth definitely does not mean that all warriors in the world are that wealthy.

And Mr. Fang's extra money definitely does not mean that everyone can make such extra money... There is only one person in the world.

To put it bluntly, even if Yanbei Hanchen, Yin Fengxing and others gave Fang Che the resources, they still had to withdraw them from their own shares or ask the family elders for them...

Therefore, Mr. Fang's conditions are so unique that this family has no equal.

The deacons who guard the main hall also want to take care of the widows, children, and the elderly of their colleagues.

But...it's really powerless. We can only take care of some daily necessities to the best of our ability. As for children's cultivation, strengthening their roots and cultivating their talents, and extending their health for the elderly, there is really nothing they can do.

The resources for guarding the main hall are distributed uniformly from above, basically one carrot for each pit, and there is no possibility of any surplus.

Therefore, each of their hearts is full of guilt and longing.

Now, Fang Che has achieved what they dreamed of.

Or should I say, something beautiful that I never even dreamed of.

How can we not be positive?

We have no money, but Mr. Fang has provided money, so why should we put in some effort?

"Mr. Fang has a conscience."

Everyone is sighing from the bottom of their hearts.

"Mr. Fang is so cruel to spend so much money at once."

"I have to say that it is one thing to have so much money, but it is another thing to be able to use it to do something for the families of the sacrificed comrades. In Baiyun Continent, who can spend this money? Mr. Fang is definitely not the only one. There are many people who are richer than Mr. Fang. But Mr. Fang came up with it, but no one thought of it before Mr. Fang! This is the gap! "

"From now on, even if President Fang beats me to death, I will be willing to do so. Following a leader like this, even if I risk my life every day, it's worth it!"

"Yes! That's what I think. It's worth it!"

"There are still people in this world who really care about us and the brothers lying in Xishan Cemetery!"

"Only for this reason, I will obey him for the rest of my life!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"..."

"Hurry up and get to work. Send a notice quickly. Those sisters-in-law and children have had a hard time these years. Don't just show your loyalty. If you miss one family, you will feel guilty for the rest of your life."

"Just... hurry up, hurry up."

With the notification going from door to door, excitement gradually rose in Baiyunzhou...

Fang Che did not go home after his shift, but quietly went to the top of the highest building.

As his spiritual consciousness spreads out, he can vaguely feel the deacons guarding the hall coming and going nearby.

I can clearly hear the family members of martyrs nearby asking in surprise and nervousness: Is it true? is this real? Did Mr. Fang really say that?

Suddenly I felt sad.

Their men risked their lives for this continent.

If they are still there, why are their lives like this?

But Fang Che also knows that this is not an individual problem, but a problem for the entire continent. And this problem has no solution. Even if Dongfang Sansan had ten times and a hundred times more resources, it still couldn't be completely safe.

Just like I made such a decision on a whim today; it seems like a good thing, but no matter how generous and rich I am, I can only do this in Baiyun Continent.

How many Baiyun Continents are there in this guardian world?

How many billions of widows and orphans of guardians and guardians exist?

Can Fang Che take care of him?

That's why he insisted on using his own name this time instead of using the name of guarding the hall!

Because in the name of guarding the main hall, it will bring endless trouble to the guards; it will bring endless pressure to Dongfang Sansan.

It's okay to use it in your own name: at most, the chief deacon guarding the main hall in Baiyunzhou is a nouveau riche, stupid and young, with a little money to burn... It has nothing to do with the overall situation.

……

It was a bit early to go home, Ye Meng was very surprised, so she hurried to cook; Fang Che rarely had a hand in the kitchen.

The two of them actually cooperated in a tacit understanding.

Ye Meng had a very strange feeling. Apart from Fang Che's cooperation being rough and having a "quickly eating" kind of urgency, the rest was actually quite satisfactory.

The 'quick and eagerness to drink and eat quickly' developed through years of wandering around the world was fully revealed.

"Sir, have you ever wandered outside? Are you so obvious in your charlatan habits?"

Ye Meng asked with a smile.

He was stunned for a moment.

Fang Che realized that he also needed to change in this regard.

After all, I am a young man who has been well-dressed and well-fed since childhood. He should not know this, let alone be so skilled.

So he said, "Hey, do you still know that this is the habit of Jianghu people? You know a lot."

"I heard people say this." Ye Meng pursed her lips and smiled.

So I was also alert in my heart: No, no, I have been too relaxed recently.

The two spies, both in the midst of introspection, finished and finished the meal, seemingly enjoying themselves, chatting and laughing freely.

No one showed any flaws.

Moreover, Fang Che realized that this girl's heartbeat was not even disturbed.

This is amazing.

It seems that the Bingche Lingtai has actually gained some steam.

After dinner.

Ye Meng took some leftovers out and put them in the corner of the room.

Fang Che then discovered that there was a huge stray cat over there, with black fur and bright eyes.

Seeing the food coming, the kitten screamed excitedly, jumped on it and ate it.

It didn’t take long for my belly to feel full.

He rolled up his body into a ball in the shade and began to lick his paws carefully.

Ye Meng wanted to touch it, but the kitten was unwilling, baring its teeth and showing a fierce look.

Fang Che had eaten and drank enough, and was preparing to practice in the yard. He opened his hands and stretched his body.

The black cat was stunned, then spread its four paws forward and backward, kicked its back paws, and stretched its back - it actually imitated Fang Che and stretched.

Fang Che's eyes widened: "Why are you trying to imitate me?"

The black cat glanced at him disdainfully, turned around proudly, jumped onto the courtyard wall, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Let me go...this is not a fairy!"

Fang Che was shocked.

I just checked it out, it was just an ordinary cat.

Why are there so many dramas?

"What's wrong?" Ye Meng came out to clean up.

"This cat actually imitated me to stretch and became a sperm." Fang Che said, stretching again.

Grab your hands forward and stretch your body...

Ye Meng pursed her lips: "Did you learn from Cat?"

Fang Che:? ? ? ?

……

Dead of night.

Fang Che scratched his head with the back of a knife, creating a hematoma but it was still intact. He arrived at the World Escort Bureau in a hurry. There are still people here waiting to give them something...

The benefits of being delivered to your door cannot be let go.

"Chief escort, someone is here to see you. They have been waiting for you all afternoon and all night."

Zheng Yunqi came up to report.

"understood."

Reception room.

"I'm so sorry. I just went on a mission and I came back in a hurry."

The starlight helmsman looked tired but also a little excited, and held the visitor's hand enthusiastically. In the visitor's eyes, "You have been waiting for a long time, why are you so ignorant?" A line of blood slowly flowed from the top of his head.

Run down behind the ears.

The person who came was a middle-aged man, his eyes were scrutinizing: "Are you injured?"

"A few minor injuries."

The Starlight Helmsman smiled faintly: "It means that it has not been dealt with completely. In fact, senior, you also know that for us, this kind of injury... is actually very common."

He wiped it on carelessly, took out some medicinal powder, and sprinkled it on his head: "This is just a hematoma. It hasn't broken just now. It's okay. Senior, you have worked hard all the way. I will prepare a banquet..."

The person who came here glanced and checked with his consciousness, and his expression softened a lot: "You almost had your head chopped off. If the knife was harder, half of your head would fly off."

Fang Che laughed and said, "But fortunately, I won in the end."

"Who did you kill?"

"It was the leader who arranged for me to kill him. I only know his appearance and location, but it was not him who was struck with the sword. The task was very easy. I killed him with just two strikes. But just as I was about to leave, I encountered a guard patrolling the streets. I had no choice but to hide. past."

"I see."

The man said: "There is no need for the banquet. I have completed Master Xing's mission and will be leaving soon. Master Xing has other arrangements."

"Then why are you so embarrassed...Senior has come so far and yet he didn't even drink a glass of water..."

Starlight Helmsman said: "No matter what, I must..."

"Do business first."

This person still used his spiritual consciousness to carefully measure the hematoma on the head of the Starlight Helmsman; he was sure that it was a result of being smashed in a battle, and it was also a merciless life and death battle...

Only then did the anger of 'being neglected' finally dissipate.

"Dare you ask me your senior's name?"

"Seal Seventeen."

"Uh, hello, Senior Seventeen."

Feng Shiqi looked at him with interest and said calmly: "My ancestor was a domestic servant adopted by Vice-Chief Master Feng; those of us who are qualified to be given the surname... a total of one hundred and eight people, you have never heard of it Bar?"

"I really haven't heard of it, so I asked my seniors to give me some advice."

The starlight helmsman has a very low posture.

A domestic servant adopted by Feng Du? The origin of this is a bit scary.

"You don't need me to teach you, you will know it later; people like us are dead soldiers of the Feng family; if one day I die and my son reaches the level of cultivation, he will be the new Feng Shiqi."

Feng Shiqi said calmly: "If the previous generation dies and the next generation is not strong enough, Feng Qi will seal it for five generations; after five generations, if the family bloodline is not qualified to inherit the name Feng Qi, they will restore their original surname and move out. Manor, and make a living on your own."

"My title of Seventeenth was passed down from my grandfather's generation."

It can be seen that Feng Shiqi is very proud of his name.

And full of sense of accomplishment.

Fang Che didn't understand: His ancestors had used the same name to work as slaves for other people for generations. Is this something to be proud of?

　I've been fooled by you fools. Tiantian Fangche was going to be exposed, and then I was desperately trying to fill in the gaps. Today, I suddenly realized that as long as there are five spiritual gu in my orthodox religion, there have never been traitors, they have never checked for traitors, and they have never been right. People who possess the Five Spirit Gu have ever doubted their loyalty.

　　At most, it will be a failure in doing things, and you will be punished if you fail to complete the task.

　　How can there be any exposure?

　　What the hell...I've been fooled by you guys doing this and that every day.

　　Fortunately, I woke up early, otherwise, it would be all your fault if I failed!

　　Hurry up and give me your recommended tickets and monthly passes!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)