MTL - World of Cultivation-~ Section 262 Loss business

Section 262 Loss Business

On the top of the mountain, He Xiang looked at the already smashed Nansheng Town, sluggish for a moment, crying.

Zuo Mo chilledly glanced at the female repair from a distance, and she seemed to be back to the state of motion. After yesterday's battle, the woman repaired in his eyes, it seems that no matter which angle, there are many more horrible tastes than before.

This made him somewhat guilty.

Cherish life, stay away from women's repairs, especially the **** who will be evil.

He studied with the Pu Yao for a long time yesterday, and did not study a clue. The dry work still has to be done. After a rest, he began to build the battle tower.

However, after this war, the prisoners in the camp were immediately honest and could not be honest. But the problem that comes with it is that no one dares to approach within the three feet around Zuo Mo.

Left Mo had a problem and wanted to ask Yuan Jiang. Just two steps away, I saw Yuan Jiang’s face white and his legs were squatting. Zuo Mo suddenly remembered, there is an enemy who was scared to death by the girl, suddenly stagnation. Yuan Jiang is a rare talent. If he is scared to death, it will be too bad. He had to stop.

Think about the **** that don’t scatter, don’t you become a **** of ignorance?

Zuo Mo’s mood suddenly got worse and waved Yuan Jiang to leave. Seeing that Yuan Jiangru was a big man, he ran faster than a rabbit, and his mood became worse. However, when he thought of the sullen expression of the Pu Yao, and the unrequited indignation, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

Sure enough, happiness always depends on the suffering of others, and left to smile, and then began to build a city.

As Zuo Mo saw, the Pu Yao was in a bad mood. The appearance of the female repair made him feel quite frustrated. I don't know the origin, I don't know ***, I don't know how strong the strength is, I don't know... I don't know.

However, he has no way. If his strength has not been damaged, he is unhappy in his heart and can directly pinch the other party. However, now his soul has been hit hard, he has acted cautiously and can only rely on Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo is the place where he sent his soul. Together with him, under the threat of women, how can this make Pu Yao feel at ease?

Moreover, he could not see through the female repairs, which led to a surge in anxiety. Once there is something wrong, he can't do anything about it. His reality has fallen to the lowest tide in history, and the strength of women's cultivation is not only outrageous, but also extremely different.

"It seems that we have to cooperate for a while." Pu Yao faces the tombstone, gnashing his teeth: "This woman is too dangerous!"

There is no movement in the tombstone.

Pu Yao sneered: "Don't you be afraid of him going wrong? Besides him, do you still have a choice?"

The tombstone suddenly became smooth as a mirror, and a figure was faintly visible.

Pu Yao smiled.

With the first battle, the construction speed of Zuo Mo has increased dramatically. This is due to his gradual beginning to get used to the new changes in the body. Zuo Mo gave the name of the day that he made the mess, called "falling from the sky." Inadvertently giving up "falling from the sky", let him realize the many beauty of the new body.

Especially the gods, his knowledge, has not made much progress, it seems to be stuck in a certain level. In the air that day, I accidentally dialed the flame in the stream, and if there was a realization in my heart, the obstacles in my heart suddenly broke through.

The progress of the knowledge of the gods has brought about a huge effect, which has also led to a sharp increase in the speed of his building.

The most difficult place for the Fuzhan Building is the engraving of the array. After the gods become stronger, the engraving is even more handy. Plus, there is already a building in front, and his building speed is staggering. Yuan Jiang, who is far from watching, is increasingly thinking that the boss is a monster.

One male and one female two monsters.

The supply of materials suddenly increased, and Ji Wei and Sun Bao were so busy.

Zuo Mo was frantically built at an average speed of two days. I saw a group of war-torn buildings rising from the ground, almost all the open space, all used by Zuo Mo to build a battle tower.

There is a strong feeling in the left, his body's potential is being lurked a little.

All kinds of physical strength will squeeze every power of the body; *** control of the fire paper, will consume his spiritual power is not left; the engraving of the array, his knowledge will be exhausted.

He suddenly had some expectations, what would it look like when the city was completed?

The expectations and desires of the repairers in the camps are also increasing day by day. Such a strong city, coupled with such a bureaucratic intensive battle tower, in their view, no one can destroy.

Just when the Zuo Mo Jian Building was built, Ma Fan arrived at the camp with a huge slave ship.

Looking at the slaves who were crushed by the black, Zuo Mo did not know what to say. The grandson sent more than a thousand prisoners, which has already made him a headache, and finally he settled down. Ma Fan, they have more than a thousand slaves, or only the slaves in the refining period...

Zuo Mo left the anger and pointed at the slaves in front of him. He said with no expression: "What do I want them to do?"

Ma Fan Xieshan, a group of people, accompanied by careful, they also feel that this harvest is somewhat outrageous. Xie Shan’s face was piled with a smile: “Shen slaves can be used to mine!”

"Digging? I don't believe they have a small tower to do well." Zuo Mo black face. The little tower and the left Mo are connected, and when they heard the left Moqua, he sneaked and didn’t know where it came from. Desperately twisted some chubby tower body, but when it saw the left Mohe like the bottom of the pot, his body was stiff, and immediately sneaked away and fled.

Numerous facts tell it that when the cognac is in a bad mood, there will be no good fruit to eat before his eyes.

Ma Fan cautiously smiled and said: "Boss, you don't know, the outside is poor, so poor and only these slaves are left. We can't do it, empty back, this is not in line with your usual teachings to us. ”

"Yes, yeah!" Lei Peng quickly joined the road and nodded desperately.

Zuo Mo cold smile: "Not bad! You remember my words very clearly."

"Required!" Lei Peng shot full of chest chest hair. Xie Shan and Ma Fan looked at each other and closed their mouths. The two looked at Lei Peng with sympathy.

"Then you come to feed them." Zuo Mo glanced at Lei Peng: "You forgot the other sentence I said. The business of losing money can't be done. Hey, I will deduct from your reward."

Lei Peng made an earth-shattering tragic, holding a left-legged thigh: "Boss! I am wrong! I am really wrong!"

Zuo Mo’s chest violently slammed up and suddenly took Lei Peng out of the 20-foot distance and screamed: “You know it is wrong! Uh! I know how many spars do you spend in a day? Five! Seven One hundred people, one day is three thousand five hundred three-star spar! Really a brother is a rich man? Brother is now too poor to eat even the rice!"

Everyone was scared by the anger of Zuo Mo. Think about it too, they consume a lot of spar every day, and these expenses are provided by the boss. They didn't think about it before, but now the boss counts and suddenly jumps. Many people are heart-wrenching. As long as they are the spar used for cultivation, the bosses are all open and there is no shortage.

"Aha! Now, with so many slaves coming back, you are willing to let your brother go bankrupt!" Left Mo has no anger, nothing makes him angry more than bankruptcy!

"Boss, let's go and give you a spar!" Lei Peng rolled up and climbed to the table to make up his mind.

"Yes, boss, you can't lose money at all!"

"Take them all!"

A group of people suddenly screamed, murderous, scared more than a thousand slaves whitish.

"What about the group of slaves? Sell it?" Ma Fan asked carefully.

"Who is it for?" Zuo Mo’s heart dissipated a lot, and he said coldly: "Isn’t that telling others that Nansheng Town is doing it?"

Everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt troublesome.

“Don't you kill?” Xie Shan hesitated and asked, many people around him were uncomfortable.

When the words came out, the slaves who were close to each other suddenly became pale, and they slammed down and slammed their heads, praying with crying voices: "Adults! We will work! We will do whatever we want! Adults, we Just ask for a meal..."

"Get up! Get up!" Zuo Mo has a terrible headache. He has seen this battle.

Where do those slaves dare to rise up, and they are all squatting, desperately swearing: "Adults..."

The irritated Zuo Mo Boran was furious: "All shut me up, all **** up! Who wants to swear again, cut!"

This is really effective, and it is silent on the spot.

Left Mo did not say a word, turned around and left.

The rest of Ma Fan and others, you see me, I see you, all face. The guys who proposed to bring the slaves back regretted it at the moment, but no one was in the mood to speak at this time.

Left unhappy and unhappy to find the seat of the battle tower, sit down and lie down. Don't look at his many people now, but in essence, he is still just a teenager who has never seen a lot of the world.

There are also slaves in the empty swords. For the slaves, he is somewhat sympathetic. They are a group of poor people.

But life is not easy, and his sympathy will not spread to the slaves who have never met each other. This group of slaves is indeed a big burden, so that he can be a slave. This kind of thing he can never do.

On weekdays, he is used to facing these with a stand-by attitude. Who can think that one day this kind of thing will lie on himself?

The hills are in crisis. Their goal is to leave quickly. How can you have time and energy to take care of such a group of hands-free slaves? What Zuo Mo needs now is a strong combatant, not a slave who does not have any fighting power.

These slaves also need to consume Linggu or spar. Although the quantity is small, but the number is large, it is also a large number. The heavy burden will become even heavier.

How can this kind of life make you encounter yourself?

The left was lying weakly, looking at the fine array of the ceiling, a burst of ecstasy.

Suddenly, the voice of Pu Yao suddenly sounded in his mind: "I have a way."