In the extreme speed of flying, the wind was howling.

The anxiety and depression of the floating life were suddenly blown away by the wind.

"It turns out that I am the only one who treats the assassination of Wang Jingzhu as a huge thing!"

At the beginning, Master Daoting was extremely angry. The elders of Manzong wanted to break his head, but later, they stopped asking.

Even the position of the head seat was not cancelled, just like he did not assassinate Wang Jingzhu every month, but went to ask Wang Jingzhu for advice.

Jing Wen Taishi's uncle was calm from beginning to end, but he just ordered Daoting to tell him to prepare the slave talisman.

At first, Wang Jingzhu was also angry and thought he was a lunatic.

Now, Wang Jingzhu is no longer annoyed and is still refining coins for him.

The more I think about it, the more I feel discouraged.

The tragic, tragic, and entangled task he thought was actually his own show.

For a moment, Fu Sheng wanted to cancel the plan.

Isn’t it unfair to take her 1 million yuan and turn around to assassinate her?

However, he thought of the insidiousness hidden under the affectionate nature of the Emperor of Heaven in the memory clip. The Emperor of Heaven even planned his own wife, and thought he would not be polite to outsiders.

Fusheng dared not stop planning.

Just...hate!

"Who was my previous life? Why did I come to this muddy water?"

"Forget it, let's put some water when you assassinate her next time. But next time, I must kill her next time!"

A new round of planting business in Xinghua Tianlan Road Park is underway.

Tang Er has a bad talent.

I am almost fifty years old and I am only at the fourth level of Qi Refining Stage.

Today, Gu Songhai called him over and asked him to refine this iron lump named "Immortal Mountain Delivery Machinery" by the girl.

To be honest, Tang Er was resistant at the beginning.

But who said he was a waste?

In this mansion, I would rather offend the girl than offend these three people.

The chief manager Guan Lu, the chief manager Gu Songhai and the second manager Yu Xiaozhen.

If the big manager arranges things for you, it means appreciating you. You have to continue, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable.

Tang Er was indeed useless. He spent 5 spiritual replenishment pills to replenish spiritual power after spending a night to refine the "Immortal Mountain Landing Machine".

After refining, he had a mental connection with this strange magic weapon and no one needed to teach him again. Tang Er was already an old tractor driver.

When a spiral porch encounters stone gravel, and when it encounters wood, it will be a little noisy.

Tang Er only drove twice and fell in love with him.

There is a deep pit in front of it? It is left by digging a tree, which is very deep, several meters deep.

It doesn't matter. Tang Er used his spiritual power and the tractor took off smoothly. He glided against the ground and flew out more than ten meters away, crossing the pit.

The bystander exclaimed, satisfying all Tang Er's vanity.

Gu Songhai divided the planting chores into more than a dozen teams, each team was responsible for planting three or five varieties.

Although most of the traitors are middle-aged and elderly men and women, in Tianlandao Park, they eat well and raise well, and take disease-removing pills when they are sick. They all have good health. Digging pits and planting trees. These middle-aged and elderly men and women are completely competent.

"Tang Er, you should plow quickly, the saplings are ready, we are about to plant them." Some of the planting teams had a bad temper and ran to Tang Er roar.

Tang Er ignored him at all, drove his tractor, and left a handsome back for the irritable manager, so angry that the manager jumped straight.

"Uncle Tang Er, can you plow our land first?" The clever little manager smiled flatteringly and quietly handed a handful of white crystals. "The girl is waiting to eat the plum blossoms, saying that the two spiritual rain techniques of the plum blossoms will bear fruit, and soon there will be fruits to eat."

The way up.

OK, your Uncle Tang Er will help you walk a few times and first plow the mountain.

Squeak squeak—

A group of mountain rat demons were driven out of the ground by a spiral porch, and roared at Tang Er angrily, clamored and rushed towards the driver's seat.

Bang bang bang! The mountain rat demon hit the big iron door in the cab. The door was fine, and all the mountain rat demons were knocked out.

Tang Er proudly despised these stupid little monsters. "Tsk, I'm a magic weapon! It comes with its own defense function. Do you know what intermediate guardianship is? It means that once the defense is activated, 10 white crystals will be consumed in one breath. Do you understand?"

Tractors are a big business that consumes white crystals and have to consume hundreds of white crystals every day. This consumption is allocated according to the rules of the park, and Tang Er does not need to pay out of his own pocket.

The mountain rat demons were not convinced and rushed up again.

Tang Er didn't go tolerating them this time, put his hand on the joystick and shook the operating lever.

The spiral porch suddenly lifted up and became a rotating knife, rotating from the roof of the car to sweep across the corner, with a very fast speed, and the afterimage formed looked like a rotating umbrella.

In 3 seconds, the mountain rat demon that was flying into the fire was cut into meat paste.

When the other mountain rat monsters saw it, they screamed in horror and fled around.

Tang Er was a little sorry. This time the mountain rat demon was too small and was terrified by a plow.

If you encounter a 1-meter-long gray rabbit monster, you can pick up half of the rabbit meat and bake it back and eat it.

Anyway, since the tractor was turned on, Tang Er's family had never lacked monster meat. He couldn't finish it, so he even gave a lot of it to Manager Gu and Manager Guan.

Tang Er’s biggest wish is to hope that he could get a better monster than the gray rabbit demon that day and offer it to the girl’s master.

Jing Wen ran to Wang Jingzhu to do planting again, and he became very upset for a long time.

"Others planting peach blossoms for ten miles is leisurely. You are almost planting a hundred miles!" Jing Wen was really angry.

Before, he arranged for Wang Jingzhu to plant a little, because all monks should master the basic skill of spiritual planting. However, now Wang Jingzhu has a lot of effort to plant it, and Jing Wen is very depressed if he doesn't use spiritual planting techniques.

He began to blame his sister for putting too much energy on the secular economy.

Jing Wen firmly believes that the way of cultivation is to fight every second, and Wang Jingzhu is wasting time and life.

"No, I didn't plant that much." Wang Jingzhu explained seriously, "Everything is too many to plant ten miles. What I think is that planting thirty or fifty acres is enough."

Jing Wen's eyes were filled with anger. "Are you sure each one is only thirty or fifty acres?"

"Brother, if you don't believe it, you can measure it!"

Lin Jiaojiao and Chu Yue were holding her breath aside and laughed secretly.

There are indeed thirty or fifty acres per type, but there are too many types.

Not to mention Lin Jiaojiao and Chu Yue, even Jing Wen, who has lived for nearly a thousand years and traveled to Zhaoyang Continent, has never heard of so many qualities.

There are five varieties of apples.

There are eight varieties of oranges.

There are seven varieties of peaches.

Bamboo, five varieties...

There are many kinds, but they are all mortal fruits.

Jing Wen was so angry that he dug up a thousand-year-old fairy peach in the Daoting yard and planted it in the castle in Tianlan Dao Park.
Chapter completed!