super ambiguous

Yun Mu worked very hard.

She felt that she was living in a world full of monsters, and every monster wanted to bite her into pieces and drag her to the Nine Nether Hell. She could only fight and slash and kill every monster first Break it apart, this is how you can barely protect yourself...

In this damned place, there is only darkness, no sun, no stars, only boundless darkness and endless waves of monsters. It is strange to say that these countless monsters can't make a sound?

They are like fragments of a silent world, baring their teeth and claws, hideous and terrifying, but they just can't make a sound?It's not just them, even the whole world is silent. She tried her best to make her voice, but the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't come out at all...

what happened?

Yun Mu's heart suddenly twitched, will he be dumb forever?

No, none of this is right!Yun Mu knew this, but no matter how she struggled and slashed and killed, she still couldn't break free from this vicious circle.

The tide-like monsters rushed in, and they pulled Yun Mu with their thick arms, as if they were about to tear it into pieces in the next moment...

I am going to die...

"Wow, the airport, plus an ugly girl, the identification is complete!"

Just when Yun Mu felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, the voice before the coma suddenly sounded again, the sound was not loud, but in this silent world, it sounded like thunder, which was very hateful.

"Wow, the airport, plus an ugly girl, the identification is complete!"

Another sound, the same tone, the same thunderous thunder.

"Damn it, you're the airport, you're the ugly girl!"

Yun Mu opened her eyes all of a sudden, her vision was blurred, she blinked hard several times, and her vision gradually recovered. The bright windows, the white sheets, and the wrinkled old face of the master were full of comfort.

"You finally woke up. What did you say about the airport just now?" The old man frowned. Yun Mu's voice just now was like mosquitoes, and he didn't hear clearly, but there was no airport where they performed their mission, and the poisonous dragon mercenary All have been wiped out, no one has fled, what does the airport mean?

"No."

Yun Mu's originally pale face suddenly became a little more bloody. Fortunately, the master didn't hear clearly, otherwise he would be ashamed to death. By the way, the task...

As if guessing what Yun Mu was thinking, the old man said softly: "Yang Xie is safe and sound, don't worry, Akashi drowned and died, and Mengnu was stabbed more than ten times. I heard from Yun Chen that it was all Yang Xie's fault." Yes, the mere yellow-level cultivation base can actually achieve this level, I just suffered a little injury, it's pretty good..."

Yun Mu learned from his master that Liu Hong, who was on a mission in Rongcheng, had received a signal and came to save him, but when he came, both himself and his brother were rescued by Yang Xie, and he even received emergency treatment. , if it wasn't for him, I'm afraid I and my brother would have died...

I should thank him, but why am I so angry at this moment?

AIRPORT?Ugly?

Damn!

"Take a good rest. Since you are all fine, then I will go back first. Come back after you heal your injuries." The old man patted Yun Mu's shoulder and got up. He still had many things to arrange. No one knew that the poisonous dragon mercenary group was able to enter Huaguo once, and he wouldn't believe it if there was nothing tricky about it!

Two of my apprentices almost died because of this, so what if I don't get back some interest?

……

Beijing, gardens.

The entire pavilion does not occupy a large area, but the layout is extremely perfect, occupying the tone of the landscape pavilion, pavilions, pavilions, rockery and pond fish, embedded in the trees, with a sense of tranquil beauty.

An old man was sitting in the pavilion. In front of him was a huge piece of rice paper. The inkstone had already been ground with high-quality thick ink. He was holding a brush in his hand. Several large characters floated on the paper.

The old man nodded in satisfaction. He just put down the brush and took out his personal seal from his pocket. Before the seal was stamped, there was a noise at the door. The old man sighed and said, "Let Lao Yu come in."

Not long after, a thin old man stepped in and glanced at the rice paper: "Are you still in the mood to write? Quiet and far-reaching?"

The old man nodded, took a deep breath at the seal, stamped a seal on the rice paper, and said with a smile, "You are very angry, so I will give you this letter."

Yu Zhihong frowned. He was also a smart person, so he could naturally hear what the other party meant, but if it wasn't for luck, his two disciples would have died there, how could it be so easy?

The old man sighed, and said: "Old Yu, I know what you are talking about, but there are not many people who can do this. If you really want to clean it, you can find it, but if you do it like this, it will make people feel turbulent."

"Do you know who it is?" Yu Zhihong stared closely at the old man in front of him. As the old chief, his power was enough to cover the sky with one hand, and even he was afraid. Could it be those people?

"I know, I don't know." The old man sighed, with a trace of pain on his face, and said: "This time, after all, no serious consequences were caused, so be it, and I will pay attention."

Yu Zhihong turned his head and left. The two had been friends for decades, and they knew each other's temperaments well. Now that he had made a decision, he couldn't change it. It would be useless to say more.

Before he reached the door, Yu Zhihong stretched out his hand as if thinking of something, and grabbed the rice paper that had just been rolled into a tube by the old man, and he immediately took it away.

This old thing is not good at anything else, but it is a good handwriting. When I run out of money, I can exchange some money, so don't waste it!

Looking at Yu Zhihong's back, the old man shook his head with a wry smile, but there was a trace of bitterness in his heart, Lao Li, Lao Li, is it really you?

……

The highest level of power in Huaguo has been disturbed, but Yang Xie is still catching his fish and earning his points. It has been three years since Liu Hong took Yunmu and Yunchen away from him. God, Yang Xie only sleeps for a short time every day, and the rest is fishing, because of such hard work, his points have become 462, how can this prevent Yang Xie from being elated?

"Xiao Yao, buy the "Stock Radar" app, and help me speculate in stocks."

Yang Xie, who is rich and powerful, just waved his hand and spent 88 points to buy "Stock Radar". In this way, Yang Xie hardly cares about money. He is already worth several million at this moment. What is the concept of a daily limit? This is Yang Xie's earning speed...

The little demon naturally nodded with a smile. The master's time is precious. If it is spent on making money, it would be too much time wasted. Let yourself do it for me.

In the same scene, the little demon once again inhaled all the escaping hazy mist into his abdomen, and then snapped his fingers with a happy face: "Splendid!"

"Master, Xu Yunyao is here."

As soon as Xiao Yao's words fell, Yang Xie also heard the roar of the car coming from a distance. After a while, Xu Yunyao got out of the car and ran over with the fragrance, and said with a cute and innocent face: " Man, tell me the truth, do you miss me?"

At this time, the man who said "no" was so stupid, so Yang Xie nodded decisively naturally. As for what the nod means, it's up to Xu Yunyao to think about it.

Xu Yunyao really burst into a smile, she looked at Yang Xie with a little shyness, and said angrily: "In order to reward your confession, I won't go back tonight..."

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