Chapter 94: Chrysanthemum City, Chrysanthemum Chen
Chapter 94: Chrysanthemum City, Chrysanthemum Chen
The old lady thought about it and compared the strength of both sides. Even if the other party had ambush arrangements, there would not be too many people around a target. On her side, she only took about a dozen tasks at a time. If she was a stall, she would only take on a dozen tasks.
If you divide it, each task can have at least five or six supreme masters accompanying you. This power is enough!
The old lady confirmed again that everything was foolproof, and then smiled kindly: "Since that's the case, then you can just choose a team to go out for fun. However, you should pay attention to your safety. If you fall and bump, your body will not agree.
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Jun Moye agreed repeatedly, but a hint of pleasure flashed in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, this time I asked for blood debt started with being a guest assassin and a killer. Isn’t this the life I have always dreamed of?
The bloody debts owed by the three holy places finally have to pay them back one by one...
Three days later, Jun Moye and Dongfang Wenqing took more than 20 soul-devouring masters of the Cancel Heaven and the Two Heaven-level Assassins of the Oriental Family out of the Oriental Family and headed north.
There are five goals along the way.
In this operation, there were a total of fifteen tasks. The old lady somehow changed her mind and directly divided her troops into three groups. Each group was responsible for all tasks in one direction.
Dongfang Wenjian, Baili Luoyun and others, Dongfang Wendao and Leng Ao and others. I don’t know if it was intentional or coincidental, Jun Moye and his uncle Dongfang Wenlian were separated into the team...
This made Jun Da Shao very depressed.
But the old lady said it very clearly: If you don’t want to, you can not go. Just stay with me, I’m afraid you will have a bump.
How dare Jun Moye say he doesn't want to? He knew that the old lady actually wanted him not to go out. No matter how powerful Jun Moye was, in the eyes of the old lady, he always needed to take care of his grandson. Even if he had to spend more than three more years
Ten years, fifty years, one hundred years, and even forever, it cannot be changed...
So although Jun Moye was reluctant, he had to pinch his nose and agree and walked on the road with Uncle Dongfang...
The horse's hooves flew all the way north, and there was no labor on the two targets along the way. Jun Moye and Dongfang Wenqing took action. They randomly sent two members of the Cantian team and two heaven-level assassins from the Dongfang family, and the solution was successfully solved.
The nephew and uncle hid aside to observe the movement and waited for the master who protected the target, but they ate the cool breeze for half a night and didn't wait. It seemed that these two targets did not have any masters sent by the three holy places.
guard.
Now, the group is walking on the road to the third goal.
"Less than a hundred miles ahead, it is the third goal of this trip. This goal is also the most difficult one among the fifteen assassination targets we have followed before!" Dongfang Wenqingqi
On the horse, the horse whip pointed at the distance, his face slightly solemn.
"Oh? I'm really interested in knowing, who is this? Even uncle, do you think it's difficult? Are you those hidden masters who are not born in the world?" Jun Moye was riding on the horse, but he changed a lot.
, with dark face, one eye is big and the other is small, and the mouth is slightly tilted. At this moment, he is stretching out his finger to pick his nose, then stretching his fingers to bounce it, and a "swoosh" sound, a slap sound in the grass on the side of the road,
A hare flew up to the sky with four legs.
Everyone behind him looked at his nose and his heart, as if he was missing. If it were normal, this would be a delicious meal, but... this hare was killed by Master Jun with his nose, which made people feel nauseous...
…
Although that thing may not be able to go to the meat,... it is also a bit of psychological disorder.
"This goal is not tricky, but very tricky! Although it is not the so-called hidden masters, it is more difficult than those!"
Dongfang Wenqing looked at his precious nephew in anger: "I said... Mo Ye, can you be a little bit civilized? No matter how you say you are a young man from a noble family, why do you ignore your own image so much? Even if you say that
You don’t care about your own face, are you still good at the face of your Laojun family? Even if you don’t want the face of your Laojun family, you still have your mother, your grandma, and even your uncle. Just you guys are doing it now
Pi, I’m embarrassed to tell my friend that you are my nephew. Isn’t that too embarrassing? Talking to me less if you’re not afraid of embarrassing, I’m still afraid of embarrassing!"
"I look like this, not your masterpiece of my uncle." Jun Moye shook his neck, made a crisp sound of bones, and said lazyly: "You dressed me up like this ugly, but you want me to be more civilized?"
Before, should you review your craftsmanship first? Well, I'm not saying that your craftsmanship is not good... or... some of them cannot be ranked in the elegant hall..."
Jun Da Jun was a little suffocated, his nose was crooked. In order to take revenge, Mr. Dongfang deliberately disguised Jun Moye as if he was like this. It was obvious that his uncle didn't love his grandmother's ugly deeds, which made Xiang Zizi
The young master, who felt extremely good, was a little unhappy. Now he was so sarcastic that he could bury himself. Only if he was not angry would he have a ghost. But the person in front of him was his uncle, and he had his previous complaints, so he didn't dare to say anything.
, I didn't dare to fight back, so I had to stand up so hard and put on a look of saying whatever you want. I don't mind, I don't mind at all, you can do whatever you want...
But Dongfang Wenqing was even more frustrated. Along the way, he used all his magic weapons to punish his nephew, sarcastically and scolded him, just thinking about the anger in his heart, but his good nephew was just a decent person.
The dead pig is not afraid of boiling water and is thick-skinned. No matter how storms you are, I will remain unmoved. Mr. Dongfang scolds people so much that his mouth has been blown several times, but Jun Moye is indifferent.
Because Master Jun knew that this trip would definitely encounter a revengeful saliva attack by Mr. Dongfang, he turned off his hearing... How passionately Mr. Ren Dongfang scolded him, his mouth was splashing everywhere, or the sky was falling, and the golden lotus was gushing, and the ground was gushing, Jun
Mo Ye can't hear anything!
Not only can't hear it, but also because I only saw the mouth in the Dongfang's beard opening and closing silently, and kept spitting out the stars. It felt a sense of inexplicable music, and sometimes I even laughed endlessly.
Let out a sound...and this is something Dongfang Wenqing didn't know.
So the more he scolded, the more he felt that he had no strength. After scolding for two days, he simply stopped talking. Mr. Dongfang was really powerless to this nephew... So he changed to another method of revenge: You boy
Isn’t he handsome and looks like a slutty? Then I will make you ugly! Can you stand it?
There is no way to know that Jun Moye is very comfortable with this new look! Not only that, but his behavior immediately conforms to this appearance. Before disguising, Jun Da Shao was a handsome young man and a beautiful boy in the turbid world, but after disguising,
, Mr. Jun's words and deeds completely changed his appearance, and he was like an ugly face of a rascal...
This ability of adaptability makes Dongfang Wenqing, who has experienced the world, feel ashamed of himself, and even doubts that maybe this is the true face of this guy...
Picking the nose, snot... This is just a pediatric department. At night, I went to Mr. Dongfang's room and took off his shoes and started picking his feet. After picking up his feet, I grabbed two handfuls of fruit plate on Mr. Dongfang's room table, but I didn't eat it.
... Finally, I wiped my hands on the bedding and dragged my shoes back to sleep...
Before leaving the room, I always had to cough, so I flew out with a thick phlegm, then pressed one finger to one nostril, and with a sound, some black flew out like an arrow from the other nostril
It was covered in yellowish brown things... and it made a very crisp sound when hitting the ground outside from afar...
So Mr. Dongfang was in a tragedy this night... I wanted to drink a little water, but the water bag was touched by the dirty hand that had sucked his feet. Do you still dare to drink it?... Want to eat something?... Not to mention
Dare, I can sleep without eating or drinking, right?... But this guy also touched the bedding a few times, how can I sleep?...
The old man Dongfang was so angry that he almost went crazy, but he had no choice but to commit suicide and not to live. Later, he closed the door early at night and went to bed even if he beat him to death...
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But often when you wake up, you will see your nephew picking his feet on the edge of the bed with a ill-shaped look... While picking his feet, he pressed his ugly face, which was so ugly that he could not be more ugly, and said with a humming voice: "Uncle...
…Are you awake? Look at my feet... I've lost my skin. Oh, this is all dead... Human metabolism is so fast, especially for a young man like me, it's good to be young...
”
With the master of the earth escape magical power, what gate can stop him?!
Seeing such a shocking scene in front of you, Mr. Dongfang immediately felt his stomach turbulent, and he felt extremely strong and wanted to vomit: Who would like to see an ugly ghost picking his feet as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning? And that foot was still away
I feel so close that I can feel warm...
It was only three days before and after, and Mr. Dongfang, who had outstanding psychological qualities, still couldn't help but beg for forgiveness...
So this day finally ended.
"Before is the famous super urban Chrysanthemum City in the mainland! And our goal is the number one family in Chrysanthemum City - the Chen family!" Dongfang Wenqing forced himself to not look at his nephew's bad virtues and looked ahead,
The expressionless face said.
"Chrysanthemum City?" When Jun Moye heard these three words, he felt that the chrysanthemum tightened, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes and said, "This name sounds pretty good!"
"The name sounds good? It's a big deal! The Chrysanthemum City is a radius of thousands of miles, and it is a veritable overlord!" Dongfang Wenqing snorted and said, "Chrysanthemums bloom in the Chrysanthemum City, and when the Chrysanthemums bloom, flowers turn into a sea; Chrysanthemums bloom; Chrysanthemums bloom;
Chen is in the sea, and the chrysanthemums cannot be destroyed forever."
He sighed and said, "Chrysanthemum Chen...but it's very difficult to mess with..."
Jun Moye suddenly laughed wildly with his stomach in his arms, and tears came out of tears: "What a poem! What a good poem... I don't know which talent wrote this song for the Chen family that is so popular that it can be passed down through the ages.