Tianhong left by himself, but felt sad. It was thanks to Xiao Citron accompanying him along the way that he was not so boring. This guy is like the refill when he grew up, full of simplicity and cuteness.

He is going to work hard. Since he already knows the destination, there is no need to force him to keep him.

Looking at the milk tea in his hand, Tianhong threw away the straw, poked the cover on the cup, and tilted his head and drank it all.

It's ridiculous to think about it. Why do he still have the idea of ​​drinking milk tea now? No matter how sweet the drink is, Tianhong can't taste it at all. He has lost even the most basic sense of taste, so why not talk about whether it is sweet or not.

The milk tea poured into his stomach was probably just like pouring it into a container without emotions, and he felt it was a pure waste!

Now Tianhong is more like a traveling monk, carrying a nine-toothed rake of more than 5,000 kilograms in his hand, walking his own route in the surprised eyes of passers-by.

As he walked, he smiled unconsciously in his heart, because he thought of Xiao Citron's stupidity all the way.

Sensing the departure of the refill, he thought his heart was dead. Unexpectedly, he passed by a black water river and almost warmed up himself. He met another strange young man, and the dozens of shackles in his heart were untied several effortlessly.

Maybe I am not born to be a person who can be serious to the end, and I have to act like a great deal of bitterness and revenge.

If he is destined to meet Little Citron again in the future, he will definitely grin and smile with it. No matter how hard the past or the future life will be. People, happiness and ease are the most important directions.

"Hey!" Someone patted Tianhong on the shoulder.

Tianhong immediately made a defensive posture and took a step back.

"Don't be nervous, it's me!"

"I said why is the voice so familiar! What are you doing when you come back?"

I really didn't expect that Little Citron, who had regained her freedom, took the initiative to come to the door again.

"I have to follow you, otherwise how can you know where Mr. Hou's office is?"

"I don't need to know, mercenaries, kill them all!" Tianhong replied coldly.

"Do you even kill me?" Xiao Xiang bit her lip.

"You are an exception!"

"But there are also many good people in the team like me! They shouldn't die!"

"Get out!"

I agreed to smile foolishly, but now I still have a cold tone.

"Why? You are good people, so are they! Damn it is those who do evil!"

Tianhong did not answer again, glanced at this simple and pretentious guy, and continued to embark on the road of conquest.

The little stubborn little citron continued to follow behind. The milk tea in his hand had already been drunk to the bottom, with a little bit of flesh left, but there was no intention of leaving it behind.

This may be related to its character, and it is reluctant to abandon anything it thinks should not be thrown away.

"Hey, are you still short of manpower in the uprising?" it shouted from behind, trying to stop the speeding guy in front of him.

Tianhong didn't say anything, and he gave it a ruthless back. Little Citron was like a heartless thing. He said that he was not a mercenary group and still used the word uprising and shouted loudly in front of so many passers-by on the street.

"How about adding me? I only have one requirement, that is, don't kill those mercenaries like me." It really has a bit of perseverance, "Hey, slow down! How about I don't want wages?"

Seeing the more and more strange eyes of passers-by, Tianhong wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it. This kid was the same as when he first saw it, like a light that would disturb Qingyi's annoying starling.

"I still have 5 billion dark seals on my body, how about you?" The nagging guy chased me again and walked with Tianhong, "Can you help you do your work for another year for free?"

Seeing that the cold "killer" still ignored him, Xiao Citron began to increase his investment: "Forget it, forget it, I actually have more than 200 million in the bank. Although it is not much, I have all of them! I give it to you, how about it? Just change the lives of a few good people!"

Although Tianhong, who was petrified, was cold all over his body, he obviously felt his face burning. He was entangled by such a homosexual guy on the street, and passers-by were inevitably casting strange eyes. Some of them were already like the aunt at the entrance of the village, and they began to discuss these two strange young people.

"I, I have also saved some treasures!" Little Citron gritted her teeth, as if she had invested a lot, "I'll give you all of them, enough for you to equip them with a gift!"

Tianhong stood still, thinking that his brothers in the rebel army and the rescued souls were almost bare-handed. Such a price really surprised and moved him a little.

"Agree?" Xiao Xiang was a little happy.

"Do you think I am a mercenary who uses money to do business like you?"

"Oh, understand!" Little Citron actually took Tianhong's arm directly and pulled him in the other direction, "How could it be? You see, you are a kind-hearted person! You always give face to you, and you barely take it away! Understand, understand!"

Without saying anything, Tianhong was pulled into a deserted abandoned factory by this sometimes smart and sometimes stupid guy.

Although the entire factory is in decline, it is not difficult to see its original glory from the tall tanks.

"Where is this?" Tianhong was still looking around, not only to be familiar with the environment here, but also to be prepared to deal with sudden incidents at any time.

Since Little Citron said that she had a ritual equipment, there must be a large amount of guardian power hidden somewhere here.

After so many battles, Tianhong will no longer be a novice who knows nothing like before.

"Abandoned factory! Can't you even see this?"

Seeing Tianhong looking at him coldly, Xiao Jin quickly explained: "I used to produce dyes, but it stopped after the war. I went to war, who has the heart to supply this thing to the heavens?"

Looking at some weeds that were almost one person tall, coupled with the mottled rust of pipes and jars, Tianhong was a little suspicious. This was not a recently discontinued production. It seemed that it had been stopped for decades, and the guy beside him didn't tell the truth at all.

Just as he was searching for the hidden mercenary, Xiao Citron stopped and pointed to a large iron can three or four meters, saying, "It's here! That's it!"

After looking up and down for a few times, Tianhong found that the jar was airtight, which was indeed a good place to hide things, but it was only about one meter in diameter, so it was impossible to hide the equipment for the next gift.

Now that the sky eye has failed, he had to prick up his ears and carefully monitor the sounds around him. The hair on his body has also been petrified. Fortunately, he did not delay his learning of the national map, so he also used this to sense and guard against abnormal vibrations.

Holding the Nine-Toothed Rake tightly in his hand, he actually closed his eyes. In order to strengthen the hearing and sensory ability of his ears, this time it was really a struggle.
Chapter completed!