The consequence of Chang Hui's lack of rest was that three teams of demon clan commandos successfully occupied the city that night, silently watching the battle report that the rat demon made a hole from a neighboring city to sneak into the city lord's mansion and poisoned mosquitoes, flies and ants to spread the plague. Ji Mo could only indifferently open the bed of an old father again, "Your son doesn't even need to sleep?"
No one can count how many kinds of monsters there are in this world. At this time, the types of troops they face can be described as all kinds of strange, and even the old generals of Mozhou can't guess Chang Hui's strange methods. Fortunately, the protagonist's ideas are basically the same as the author's, and Chang Hui's ideas and Song Qiao can somewhat figure out some, so Chang Hui's way of looking for Mr. Song has become a common understanding of the whole army.
Song Qiao was used to being dug up in his sleep to clean up his son's mess, and at this time, he only skillfully asked for the battle report, yawned after reading it, and comforted Ji Mo: "Don't worry, according to my opinion of Chang Hui. I understand that when he is in a bad mood, his liver will explode, and if this liver is in the book, he should kill the old emperor, and sooner or later he will blacken and kill your son."
The difference between Ren Qingya and Chang Hui's attributes is a fact determined by their two authors. Ji Mo, who knows how much the white deer hurts, has never worried about this problem, but just raised his eyebrows, "Then is he in a good mood?"
"Breaking your liver happily?"
With some guilty conscience, Song Qiao realized that he really didn't set any entertainment activities for Chang Hui, and even cut off the emotional scenes. It can be said that his protagonist is either fighting for power or profit or on the way to usurp the throne. , I felt extremely guilty for a while.
Ji Mo had only one thought about this, "I seem to understand his feelings for wanting to kill you."
"Well, to get to the point, these three cities are traps."
Although Song Qiao's liver is far inferior to that of his protagonist, their minds and ideas are in the same line.
"At this time, Xuecheng and Feixing City are both caught in the plague, and Linguang City is only occupied. If you get the news according to Su Ge's temperament, he will rush to treat the plague to reduce the loss of the people.
But don't forget, the plague is also a natural disaster with a wide range of spread, and those are still rat demons, and there must be demon poison in their bodies. As long as Su Ge can't arrive in time, the rat demon in the city will go up to the temple base camp, and the plague alone is enough to completely paralyze our grassroots. If I guessed correctly, there must be a lot of water spirits in the river near Linguang City. "
This is the difficulty of fighting Yaozhou. Ordinary monks will stay in the river for a day or two even if they hold their breath, but the monster king can turn any animal into a monster at any time. No matter how hard they defend, how can they prevent flying birds With rivers, fish and shrimps, after this battle, there really is a feeling that human beings are fighting against the entire natural world.
Silently lamenting the hardships of the battle, Song Qiao quickly explained the countermeasures, "So, Su Ge must first retake Linguang City to ensure that the temple is safe. As for the other two cities, it is also time for His Majesty's three thousand stepmothers. Take it out and practice."
As for Ting Xue Ji Mo, I can't remember where it came from, but Song Qiao, who likes to read physical books, found out its origin. It turned out that it was a fantasy novel "Snow Kingdom Battle" serialized in a magazine. It described the remnants of the Snow Kingdom. The story of how to overthrow colonial rule and rebuild a nation through a long struggle.
It was also after he had a confrontation with Song Qiao on the list of heavenly beings, Ji Mo discovered that the heavenly beings that appeared were not limited to male frequency, but that most of the heavenly beings who survived the long struggle were Internet characters. After all, their plug-ins were the most ruthless. , Ordinary heaven and man were crushed by golden fingers in the early stage before they grew up, and there was no chance for them to develop.
What Tingxue is best at is discovering his own combat power. After Ye Junhou died, his three thousand harem also became the object of Qingye's headache. Keeping it is too expensive, let it go. Most of these women's family and friends have died in the war. Except for a small number of fairies and witches who left without hesitation, the rest are unwilling to leave. They also know that in this chaotic world, if there is no powerful force to rely on, it is difficult for a beautiful woman to survive, and if one day she is kidnapped by a powerful god, then it is better to stay in the magic palace, at least as a mother and concubine. .
At this moment, Tingxue proposed to select talented people from the harem to form a guard army, and boldly asked Qingdi to grant them the right to be named marquis and knights based on their military exploits. As soon as these words came out of the upper echelons of Mozhou, they strongly opposed it, but Qingye thought about it carefully, so that he would not have to worry about the sudden increase of 3,000 stepmothers. Cheng Zhang almost flashed his waist on the spot.
"Why did we forget Ye Junhou's harem? Women hold up half the sky."
Song Qiao is also quite amazed when he thinks of Ting Xue's trick. Others don't understand it. Don't the two authors understand it? Male frequency has always been one person who has attained the highest level of success. This is the protagonist's harem. There are definitely not a few women with extraordinary qualifications and special status. As long as Xue Haosheng develops, it will definitely be a terrifyingly strong team.
"Tingxue is only good at small-scale guerrilla warfare. On the frontal battlefield, we still can't beat Chang Hui."
Tingxue and Qingye are busy forming this team called Qingluan Guards. They have already unearthed a lot of talented people, plus the priests of the temple, Ji Mo estimates that it will not be a problem to deal with the plague, just think about it. Today's passiveness in the overall situation is still a headache, so I complained to a certain author: "Mr. Song, with all due respect, if a civil official can still lead troops, your golden fingers are too shameless."
Song Qiao, who was Qingliu, was dissatisfied when he said that, and immediately retorted: "What are you talking about? The plot of "The Powerful Minister" is basically in the courtroom, and his commanding skills are completely developed in the temple in the past 30 years. I told you not to work and push the work to my son, and you will be punished."
This is true, but Ji Mo still had to remind him, "The most idle person in the temple is your eldest son, thank you."
The whole shrine knew that the high priest didn't care about anything on weekdays. If there was anything, he would go to the Rising Sun priest directly. However, just when Ji Mo revealed the truth, a snow-white pigeon poked its head out from under the bed and faced the Rising Sun. He called out solemnly, "Cuckoo."
"… "
Morning star priest, be careful what you say.
Realizing the meaning in the pigeon's eyes, Ji Mo's expression instantly became subtle.
Even if you are worried that Chang Hui will take the old father's head in the middle of the night, you shouldn't guard yourself under his bed, High Priest.
During the day, Su Ge drove the ark around Shenzhou Mozhou almost back and forth. At this time, it was time to take a good rest and recover his divine power. No one would have thought that his resting place was actually under his old father's bed.
Song Qiao didn't think about it either. He just thought that it was an ordinary pigeon that Su Ge had brought over. He reached out and grabbed it, "When did you hide under the bed? Come on, Ji Mo, call your Xianjun to take it. It's lost its memory, brother, this vest can't be dropped."
Unexpectedly, protecting the old father by himself is actually a treatment of amnesia, and the pigeon's eyes drifted over coldly, and only called out, "Gu."
Sooner or later you will be pitted by your two sons.
The corners of his mouth twitched quietly, Ji Mo finally took the pigeon, and reminded him out of peer friendship, "Mr. Song, I suggest you not be too rough with small animals."
"Yeah, you are so cute to protect small animals, let's see what kind of abnormal ability you have given to the demon king, but all creatures can be catalyzed into demons, this is good, he can create a group of troops by catching a nest of mice, and there are still Mosquito essence, cockroach essence, can we leave a way out for mankind?"
To drag Yaozhou's blessing, Song Qiao can wake up from a dream when he thinks of animals, he can't think of how to deal with Ren Qingya, he can only sigh to Ji Mo earnestly: "I'm going to wipe my son's ass now, but you have to think quickly. How do you want to control the demon king. If you don't teach it, it's your father's fault."
Why does he, a virgin who hasn't been in love for a few days, have to think about this issue
Silently muttering about this strange conversation, Ji Mo sighed at the pigeon on his opponent when he saw Song Qiao had left: "High priest, Ye Mingjun and I will protect Mr. Song, please take a good rest."
Ye Mingjun once said to Ji Mo that using the ark consumes a lot, and Su Ge's body should have already reached the limit, but he continued to run around with his will. People's spirits have their limits. What Su Ge and Chang Hui are fighting for is whoever can't stand it first, and the one who can stand to the end is the winner.
Knowing that the morning star priest was worried about his own body, the white dove just nodded to him, and flew in the direction Song Qiao left.
Although there were no words, Ji Mo instantly understood what he meant—
He wants to save Shenzhou, and Song Qiao also wants to guard himself. If he saves the world but loses God, it is definitely not a future that Su Ge can accept.
Yes, high priests have always been like this.
Helplessly sighing softly, Ji Mo knew that Song Qiao seemed to be relaxed, and to catch up with Chang Hui's idea to deal with the military report in time was almost exhausted. Now, he should also play his role.
The thinking of the protagonist and the author is almost the same. Ji Mo has been thinking about what purpose he would do if he were Ren Qingya. Now, there are also some vague ideas, but it still needs to be confirmed.
Touching the fingers that he created those settings, he said lightly to the immortal who followed him: "Jun Ye Ming, can you please catch a high-level Yaozhou? I need to confirm some things."
Ye Mingjun has no interest in human struggle, in fact he doesn't like behavior that makes people feel tragic. Even so, as long as Ji Mo opens his mouth, the immortal will complete his entrustment. At this time, it is no exception. He just responded with a smile: "Okay, what kind of animal do you like?"
For Xihuang Qimingzhu, in addition to the wild beasts, the rest of the demon cultivators are also cute little animals. Ji Mo is not worried about his accident. After all, they have done several tasks these days. Fifteen percent of the seal has been unsealed. With 750 years of cultivation and his pile of precious magic weapons, it stands to reason. Even if the opponent is a demon king, there is absolutely no problem. But Ji Mo always felt that something was wrong. If it was as he guessed, the current Ren Qingya would not be easy to deal with...
Ren Qingya's demon transformation has his own preferences. The big demons who followed him in the early days were basically the same kind of deer. Ji Mo thought about it and said, "Come and grab a deer."
The contemplative morning star priest was very quiet, allowing the moonlight to fall on him like autumn water, still thinking about walking forward slowly. This kind of Ji Mo, Ye Mingjun also likes it very much, so his fingertips caressed the young man's fair cheeks, and only gently placed the kiss on Insatiable.
"My god, don't worry. I will fulfill your wishes."
The author has something to say: Chang Hui (smile): Demon King, in order to win, please catalyze them into demons.
Ren Qingya: You must throw snakes, worms, rats and ants into my bath so disgusting
Chang Hui: No, if you paddle again, I can be even more disgusting.
System: Lord Chang used the nemesis of cleanliness on the demon king, and the demon king suffered 10,000 damage in his heart. The angry demon king used a continuous horn attack, and Lord Chang turned ten into GG.
Ren Qingya: Metamorphosis!
Chang Hui: Stupid!
Song Qiao: Tear it beautifully, tear it louder!