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Chapter 1190

Chapter 1190

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Dasheng shouted: "Why? All the sects are white-eyed wolves. Even if we save them, they won't be grateful. Have you forgotten how they treated Fengzi?"

And I heard that those who are pretending to be Tianmen are all very strong. Especially the leading woman, whose name is Long Qianyu, and whose strength is that of a fifth-level Martial Emperor."

At the same time, Xue Li came over with her child in her arms and said to Wen Chou Chou: "Husband, just listen to the Great Sage. I think he is right. We should not save the various sects."

Since marrying Wen Chou Chou, Xue Li has always been a husband-wife follower. No matter what Wen Chou Chou does, she will fully support him.

Only this time, Xue Li really couldn't support it.

call!

Wen Chou Chou breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "For the sake of the Round Earth Continent, we must save all the sects. That Long Qianyu is indeed very strong, but I heard that Long Qianyu is not in Zhaixing Tower. So, we took the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

If so, we have a high chance of being able to rescue various sects."

Speaking of this, Wen Chou Chou looked at Wen Xiaoyu and said, "Son, your father is going to fight the bad guys. Do you support him?"

"Beat the bad guys, beat the bad guys..." Wen Xiaoyu was just over a year old. Although his speech was a little unclear, he was still very excited and waved his pink little fists: "Dad, beat the bad guys... It's great... Xiaoyu

When you grow up, you should be like...Dad!"

Ha ha...

Hearing this, Wen Chou Chou laughed heartily and said to Xue Li: "See, my son supports me!"

Xue Li had a look on her face and said helplessly: "Since you have decided, then it is up to you."

Sun Dasheng also nodded, raised his glass, and said to Wen Chou Chou: "Okay, Brother Wen must go to save those grandsons of various sects, so I will accompany you! Come on, Brother Wen, take this drink and wish us immediate success!"

"

Wen Chou Chou laughed, clinked glasses with Sun Dasheng, and drank the whole drink in one gulp.

It's worth having a brother like this in this life!

After a few glasses of wine, Sun Dasheng and Wen Chou Chou issued an order to quickly summon the disciples from the Eternal Life Palace and Huaguo Mountain to head to the Zhaixing Tower to rescue the various sects!

.....

late at night!

In the night, the Zhai Xing Tower looks particularly solemn and quiet. There are posts every five steps and one sentry every ten steps around the Star Zhai Tower.

Ever since Long Qianyu led Nanyun soldiers to seize various sects, they have been imprisoned here.

Although Long Qianyu is not here now, hundreds of thousands of Nanyun soldiers are guarding the Zhaixing Tower to prevent the various sects from escaping.

"what is that?"

At this moment, someone among the Nanyun soldiers shouted. Suddenly, the surrounding Nanyun soldiers subconsciously looked towards the bottom of the Zhaixinglou Mountain.

hiss!

Suddenly, everyone gasped.

I saw hundreds of thousands of people coming not far away! In front of these hundreds of thousands of people, there were two flags, with three big characters written on them in the moonlight: Palace of Eternal Life! Mountain of Flowers and Fruits!

The leader is none other than Sun Dasheng and Wen Chou Chou!

"Disciples of the Hall of Eternal Life and disciples of Huaguoshan, listen to the order and kill! Save all the sects!" Sun Dasheng shouted while holding two axes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the disciples from the Huaguo Mountain in the Hall of Eternal Life began to fight with the Nanyun soldiers!

"ah.."

In the blink of an eye, accompanied by several screams, a dozen Nanyun soldiers were hit by Sun Dasheng's axe, screaming and fell into a pool of blood.

.....

the other side!

Apocalypse Continent, military camp.

At this time, Yue Wuya had been sent to the military camp to work as a coolie.

The coolies in the military camp are mainly responsible for carrying coal. Because it is the depth of winter, the military camp needs to burn coal for heating.

Just now, Yue Wuya had just finished moving coal and was all dirty. There were hundreds of coolies like him in the military camp! But Yue Wuya was the youngest.

Coolies in the army cannot be lazy. If you are lazy even a little bit, you will be whipped.

Just after moving the coal, hundreds of coolies were sitting on the ground, breathing heavily. Yue Wuya was sitting in the crowd. His young body couldn't bear it at all. His little hands were worn out and bleeding, and his little face was covered with blood.

Sweat.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!" At this moment, a Tianqi soldier was heard shouting loudly. Then a group of coolies surrounded him.

For this group of coolies, having three meals a day is their happiest time.

"Queue up with special numbers!" Tianqi soldier reprimanded loudly. He was holding a black sack in his hand, and the sack was filled with white-flour steamed buns.

In Tianqi Military Camp, every coolie can receive two steamed buns for every meal. There are no pickles and no rice porridge.

"I'll say it again, everyone has to queue up. If you don't queue up, no one will be able to eat." Tianqi soldier said angrily.

As soon as the voice fell, no one among the hundreds of coolies dared to grab it, and they all started queuing up to receive two steamed buns each.

Yue Wuya was last in line. After waiting for more than ten minutes, it was finally his turn. After receiving two steamed buns, he squatted in the corner and started eating the steamed buns.

How old was he? He was already starving after carrying so much coal. Although the steamed buns were unpalatable, at least they could fill his stomach. Yue Wuya ate them very deliciously.

Just as he was about to take a bite, he heard footsteps coming from behind, and Yue Wuya snatched the steamed bun away from his hand.

"Yue Wuya, right? You're young, so you definitely can't eat two steamed buns. I'll eat them for you!"

Yue Wuya looked back and saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing behind him. He was dark-skinned and very strong. It was he who had snatched his steamed buns. This boy was also a coolie here.

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