Devil’s Advent

Chapter 45: Smash

　　　　 Hutou City includes some villages and towns outside Hutou City. Almost every household has cellars.

The country of Yan is located in the north of the Central Plains, and Beifeng County is in the north of the country of Yan. Therefore, the winter here is relatively long, and the autumn needs to store vegetables, fruits and grains for nearly four to six months, and the effect is the best and the most cost-saving. The way is hoarding.

　　 Below the former house, there is also a big cellar, because it not only needs to store the food needed by the hyenas to help the people and people, but also need to store some gold and silver goods.

　　 However, this cellar has been emptied a few days ago.

　　 More than a dozen barbarian slaves are working here, and after busying, there are also many cauldrons and utensils inside.

　　 The blind man walked in front with a lantern, and Xue San dragged his three legs to follow behind him slowly.

　　 The two crossed a series of downward steps and walked into the cellar.

　　 On the side wall of the cellar, there are some letters written in chalk, which are left by Ah Ming.

　　+Ca(OH)====+2NaOH+2HO………

　　 "Heh, it looks pretty advanced."

　　 Xue San looked at the chemical equation above and smiled.

　　 "It's all about middle school chemistry." Blind Son Bei said calmly.

　　 "Okay, if I don't learn chemistry well in the future, I don't dare to cross it anymore."

"Well, that's the truth." The blind man pointed his finger around and said, "Recently, Ah Ming may accompany the Lord more as a blackboard. He was originally responsible for this, so I will leave it to you for the time being. responsible for.

　　 Soap can already be made, and perfume distillation and extraction technology has also taken shape. These barbarian slaves, keep an eye on it.

　　I would rather kill by mistake than let go of one. "

　　 "I know, I understand."

　　 Soap and perfume are related to the next development of the inn. Naturally, there can be no mistakes. Right now, because there are not enough manpower, they can only use these barbarian slaves received from the Hyena Gang to work.

　　 "Okay, in two days, the first batch of goods should be in sufficient quantity, and I will go to Tumancheng to find a major firm to see if I can subcontract it directly."

　　 "Isn't the water flowing long?"

　　 "It's better to make quick money. After the first batch of goods is sent out, you can start preparing to recruit and form cavalry. At that time, you have to let someone go to the desert and take another trip."

　　 "The criminal tribe that Fan Li said?"

　　 "Let's watch it first, it's not yet completely certain."

　　 "Okay, here I will help you look good, there will be no problems."

　　 "If you do something, I don't worry. If you have any questions, please contact Ah Ming."

　　 "Okay, I see, it's not annoying for you to nag so much."

　　 "Actually, if the Lord can make a great progress in cultivation, we won't have to be so troublesome."

　　 "It's too hard to go a long way in a day, but you can work hard if you lose it."

　　 "Well, that piece of paper, dispose of it yourself, I will go up first."

"Ok."

　　 Watching the blind man walk up the steps and leave the cellar with a lantern,

　　 Xue San silently sat down against the wall,

　　He knows,

　　 This is actually a kind of distribution and a warning.

　　 "What to see, work, otherwise there will be no food to eat!"

　　 Xue San pointed at these barbarian slaves and shouted.

　　 immediately,

　　 He bulged his mouth and exhaled,

　　 murmured:

　　 "Hey, it looks like I want to be the boss, hehe, a 404 old gangster."

　　 "It's better than your eunuch."

　　 Blind Zibei's voice suddenly sounded from the bottom of Xue San's heart.

　　 Xue Sanlao blushed and immediately said:

　　 "Mom, don't you give people a little privacy!"

　　 "Sorry, I just forgot to close it, I close it now, and then..."

　　 Xue San snorted and said:

　　 "Smelly blind man."

　　 "Dead............lame............ son............"

　　 "..." Xue San.

　　...

On the edge of the soup pool, Zheng Fan was soaking in the pool. The obvious pain on his body has disappeared, but from time to time he always feels like motion sickness, as if he has become a bottle filled with half a glass of water. It's clanging.

　　 Towel, covering his face, imagined that he had returned to the West.

　　 "Squeak..."

　　 Siniang walked in with the fruit plate, bringing bursts of fragrance.

　　 walked to the side of the soup pond, Si Niang sat down, holding a washed grape in his hand, and peeled it.

　　 Then he reached out his hand and gently lifted the corner of the towel on Zheng Fan's face. Zheng Fan also opened his mouth and took the grapes into his mouth.

　　 "Lord, do you like grapes?"

　　 Zheng Fan answered in his throat.

　　 "Unfortunately, this grape is a bit bigger. The best grape in the world is smaller than this, and it smells milky."

　　 "It's big night, don't say anything inappropriate for children."

　　 "Hate, Lord, the slaves are talking about milky grapes, which are similar to milky fruit corn."

　　 "Well, I am not pure anymore."

　　 "Lord, are you tired?"

"Ok……"

　　 "Is it us that put you too much pressure?"

　　 "No, I felt like having a fever today because of the suffocation. It's not very comfortable."

　　 "The Nujia give you a massage?"

　　 "No, I'll go to bed after a while, and I will have to go to class tomorrow. Tonight, I won't have to massage anymore, and I haven't been beaten anyway."

　　 was not beaten, but got stuck.

　　 "Okay, the Lord, you should rest earlier, and the slave family will retreat first."

　　 Siniang slowly got up, walked out of the door, and turned to close the door.

　　 At the moment the door closes,

　　 Siniang's face showed a little sadness.

　　 Although the Lord is an ordinary person and has lived to adulthood as an ordinary person, he and others are comic characters created by the Lord after all.

　　 The creator who can immerse himself in horror-themed comics and never let go, his heart must be lonely and sensitive.

　　 The blind man didn't tell the Lord the truth, but because he and others desperately wanted to improve their strength, it seemed that he had really oppressed the Lord.

　　 Siniang bit her upper lip. She wanted to walk in and explain all these things to the Lord Admiral, but after hesitating, she still didn't open the door again.

　　All the sadness turned into a light sigh, Si Niang turned around, and her figure disappeared into the night.

　　…………

　　 Actually, Zheng Fan really didn't have much hypocrisy in his heart.

　　 Because from the beginning, he positioned himself very accurately.

　　 For example, although these six subordinates seem to be vying to please themselves every day, it is like the principal organizes a "military parade" for the addiction before the end of the military training of the students.

　　 The students collectively shouted hello to the principal, and the principal waved Muhou and shouted that the students have worked hard.

　　 Actually, who takes whom seriously?

　　 If Zheng Fan really put himself in the supreme position of "the Lord", he would have let Si Niang go to bed early.

　　 After all, playing a side ball during a massage at night, occasionally once or twice, this is a sentiment;

　　Every day and night, it’s torture.

　　 As for the fact that they are persecuting themselves, Zheng Fan felt it, but he didn't feel much disgust. He suffered a bit and suffered a bit of sin. As long as he could improve his strength, Zheng Fan thought it was worth it.

　　 A boss who can only stand behind and watch his subordinates rush to kill himself while standing next to him shouting "666" is a weird thing if he has the confidence to be truly respected.

　　 just shouted to the young people and parents to be independent and free. When you don’t need to rely on your parents or even support your parents in the opposite direction, you will naturally be free.

　　 That is,

　　 a little bit melancholy.

　　 It seems that during the few days when I just woke up in the inn, we got along with a kind of family affection that was the same as the world, but now, the feeling at the beginning seems to be slowly fading.

　　 But the road is self-walking, since choosing to take this road, hypocritical, it is really a burden.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

　　 Zheng Fan "screamed" in a low voice.

　　 Then,

　　 looked at the rock floating in front of him again.

　　 Every day, when I take a bath, I take it with me and put it in the pool and put a towel on it.

"Snapped!"

　　 Zheng Fan kicked the stone to the other side of the pond.

　　 After a short while, the stone floated back slowly in a towel.

　　 "It's all you, why haven't you come out?"

　　 Zheng Fan is really tired.

　　 "Magic Maru" is the best work in the studio at the beginning. It is his own effort. In this world, Mamanu is his direct line!

　　 But this direct line doesn't know what's going on. After sealing himself into the stone, he can't get out of the door.

　　 If the magic pill is there, even if it doesn’t lick itself, even if it treats itself coldly,

　　 But when I faced the blind Liang Cheng and the others,

　　In my heart,

　　 will undoubtedly increase a lot of confidence!

　　 reached out ~www.wuxiahere.com~ picked up the stone and placed it in front of it.

　　 Before, I often heard colleagues say that my own works are just like my own son. At that time, I thought their metaphor was too hypocritical.

　　 Even if he is a real son, he is crying and disobedient, especially when you are staring at him to do his homework. You will often want to put him back in again.

　　 But in this world, in this environment,

　　 and others,

　　Blind man’s shrewdness, Xue San’s train running, Liang Cheng’s coldness, Si Niang’s gentleness, Fan Li’s stupidity, A Ming’s arrogant,

　　 their image,

　　 passed through Zheng Fan's mind one by one.

　　 to the end,

　　 Actually, I still feel that it is a layer apart.

　　 "Oh, my son..."

　　 Zheng Fan felt that his eyes were a little astringent, and said with emotion:

　　 "Dad misses you."

　　 This voice is still a little depressed.

　　 Even in his house, Zheng Fan did not dare to vent his emotions.