"Haha, you look very satisfied with my words." The old farmer brewed a cup of tea for Chen Qiye and pushed it to the table.

"But the only thing I can do is this word. Such heroic emotions are what I lack the most."

"Don't worry, I will set out tonight. I have wasted most of my life here. It's time to send out the last bit of heat."

The old farmer looked at Chen Qiye's incredible expression and muttered to himself. His eyes showed some recollections, recalling the past.

Chen Qiye seemed to listen to him, but in fact he had already thought about what the old farmer said before.

Such heroic emotions are exactly what he lacks?

In other words, this is not his idea?

Since it was not his idea, why did he write down this idea?

Unless someone who convinces him very much can say such words, he can be impressed.

Although this old farmer looks very ordinary, you can understand that he is a guy with a higher heart than the sky when you look at his words.

Whose character will this kind of existence admire?

There is no doubt that he must be the Lord of the Blood Temple!

After all, these remnants of the Blood God Temple are now acting under the instructions of the Hall Master. If the Hall Master cannot convince these people, he will definitely not be able to command them.

Chen Qiye couldn't help but wonder, what kind of wind did the Lord of the Blood God Temple suck to say such words?

Could he really think that the death of the remnants of their Blood Temple is really heavier than that of the Nine Heavens, right?

Chen Qiye was extremely contemptuous, but there was no sign of his expression on his face. He even showed some attention to the old farmer's nagging, and from time to time he showed a sudden expression or simply answered him.

The old farmer is also a guy who usually lacks a person to speak. At this moment, he finally found that a person who is willing to listen to him can't close his conversation as soon as he opens up.

But these words are all the past glory that was useless to him.

Just as Shen Qiye was thinking about why the Lord of the Blood God Temple used such words to motivate his subordinates.

The third area, the heartland, the third core area……

In the district meeting hall, three remnants of the Blood Temple were standing on the high platform to explain the situation to the surrounding district cadres.

Although the official forces in the third region do not usually manage all things in the third region, they still have to come forward when facing such conflicts between major forces, otherwise they will lose face in the inner city.

The three remnants of the Blood Temple persuaded the district cadres and asked them to send out imperial guards to the third district council that rarely appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the imperial guards of the council composed of a top three-yuan gentleman, nine-dan three-yuan gentleman, and ninety-superior divine water Yuanjun heading towards Xinling District, the three remnants of the Blood Temple were mixed.

Their people like to exaggerate the situation, and this time they felt that they had the right to make sense, so they said it even more exaggeratedly, which led to the Council Hall sending such a team with quite exaggerated combat power.

Even a top four-yuan gentleman is quite difficult to deal with in this team.

When the three remnants of the Blood Temple in Xinling District were to be beaten up, they couldn't help but feel sad.

However, they were already prepared for sacrifice. As the palace master said, for the sake of the people of the world and for the destined sons, their death is noble! It is more important than the nine heavens!

But it is impossible to say something that doesn't hurt.

…………

In Xinling District, in the outer farming area near the Gravel Mountains, Chen Qiye was still chatting with the old farmer in a random manner.

His past is so brilliant. After so long, it is only one-tenth of the level.

Such an exaggerated statement directly scared Chen Qiye away. He was not willing to waste so much time here.

So, after confirming that the old farmer was a gentleman from the earth, and would definitely arrive at Xinling Square before dawn tomorrow morning, Chen Qiye found an excuse to tell the story.

Standing in the fields, Chen Qiye looked at the lonely wooden house, and his heart was once again heavy.

Even if you want to look back now, you can't keep going.

Chen Qiye sighed, found the direction of Xinling District's urban area, and flew at a low altitude.

Because he is in the agricultural area, there is no need to worry that Jia's soul power and magic will be investigated. After all, he can't do such a thankless thing at all.

The sky is bright and the sun is scorching in the sky. It is noon, in the middle of Xinling District's urban area...

A was standing silently in front of the window, staring at the urgently repaired Xinling Square.

tomorrow……

A took out the talisman of the thousands of miles, which was the connection between Oles.

"Someone moved the district government, and the imperial guards were heading towards that place." Oles said calmly.

"I guess they will arrive in Singling District at dawn tomorrow."

"Do you need me to stop them?" Jia asked in a low voice.

"No need, deal with them in the city. The imperial guards of the district government are affecting all the major forces in the third major region. It will probably be very lively at that time. Remember to protect our future hall master." Oles whispered.

"I understand that there are twelve other spies lurking within the scope of the exploration, and it is expected to increase to about eighty when it is ugly."

"It's a little bit less... It seems that the temporary preparation plan is indeed deficient. If you prepare for another month, you should be able to see me, the new hall master in the entire third area."

"Lycra's request is ready, right?" Oles asked calmly.

"It's ready." Jia nodded slightly. In his sight, two careful spies emerged from the corner of the wall. They stared at Xinling Square and left immediately after staring at him.
Chapter completed!