Chapter 227

Author: Nongxue Tianzi

Chapter 227

The monster like a hill collapsed.

Chen Yi reached out and grabbed the wrist of his baby sister, and the two didn't move, letting him fall into the muddy plasma.

Mu Qingyun tried to make his breathing a little bit, moaning: "Go back and take a bath."

The system interface image finally ended the stuttering, and it kept dingling.

Countless subtitles flashed on the interface.

[Hide task: Clear Monster 1, Random Properties +1]

[Plot progress: 70 %. Phase reward: Baiyunmen medicine bath 300 pairs, 1,000 pounds of medicinal materials.]

Before that, in this world, she did not show the task progress at all. I didn't know that it had a task progress.

In addition to the system, when she worked hard to practice martial arts, she died to make her feel the power of heavenly rewarding, and she was usually as quiet as she didn't exist.

Mu Qingyun can't help laughing, Bai Yunmen's medicinal bath bag, that is a good thing. Now she uses this kind of medicinal bath. She has seen it. Most of the medicinal materials are ordinary, but some of the medicines used in it

, Like tiger bones, bear bile,,, and other categories, they have to die.

There is another kind of medicine 'empty green', which has already tried to penetrate the extinct.

If she wants to match such a medicinal bath in later generations, each pair is difficult to add.

This reward she likes it very much, she is not hot to hold, after all, it is really the result of her hard work.

Mu Qingyun vomited and calmed down for a moment, and recovered every step just now in his head.

Every step is not lucky to kill this monster.

Just walking the dog with a sword array, no, fishing, uh, a bull like a bull, more than twenty disciples in a group, round after another, back and forth, repeated.

The most terrible thing about this is the disappearance of confidence.

No matter how to fight, this monster seems to be there, the behemoth, it can't be moved at all.

No one knows when they will succeed, or, or finally they can't stand it, and become the food in the monster's mouth.

Patience and faith, Mu Qingyun didn't know if he could succeed. After grinding all day, he grinded another night, and finally killed it before dawn.

Several disciples of the historian, sitting or standing, stood up to the monster.

From time to time, there are horseshoe sounds coming from time to time, and the mysterious puppet unique to the historian flip in the air.

At the beginning, the disciples of their Yuncheng Martial Arts, and other martial artists automatically sent a message, preaching, and later, the disciples of the historians naturally took over such a job.

Inside the city, the horses are flying, and they are everywhere.

It seems that when you see these people are still running, people's hearts can be a bit stable first.

In this era, Mu Qingyun knew that the disciples of the historians were so many at this time, and the historians had penetrated into all aspects of this era.

With so many people, most of them have written so many historical materials, and most of them can't spread future generations. It is a pity.

Mu Qingyun and Chen Yi took a long time on the stone steps, and then took people to dispose of monsters.

The monster will pollute the soil and water for a long time. It is a long time, and the grass is not born.

In the early years, people did not know the habits of monsters, and many people were harmed.

The sky was bright, and the drizzle came with the wind.

The people did not leave to help, and they all came to help. The monsters were transported to the incinerated furnace on the side of the city. The land was dug three feet.

A group of martial arts came over again.

Mu Qingyun looked at the scene of the martial arts washed the ground, and he refused.

There are rabbits, wolf skin, martial arts or lying on the mattress on the ground with rabbit skin, wolf skin, wolf skins, or lying on the mattress.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Tiring a little bit, just work hard to practice, but this posture, this action, there is a bunch of historians beside him squatting.

Mu Qingyun couldn't hold back the murmur: "The historian's information did not pass, and it would not let the martial arts, cough, give the killing and burn the book."

After she had been in contact with the historian for a long time, she found that all of them were dead. They also rely on light work. They all followed everything and dared to write everything.

The problem is that there are always people who are unwilling to be recorded at all, let alone spreading later generations.

Mu Qingyun was embarrassed to say that he would not wash the ground. While doing work, he thought about seven or eight or eight to let the historian's cubs closed his mouth.

Among them, there is a particularly fierce one.

The sun is in the sky, the clouds are scattered, the drizzle stops, and the tree on the side of the road seems to be a little clean.

The historian passed the latest news from various places. Generally speaking, this little wave of monsters raging can be temporarily suppressed.

All places have cleared the monsters, leaving only the long water to work.

To say this monster, it is not easy to kill. It must be desperate and dangerous, but the subsequent washing land is tighter.

In the early years, everyone did not know that a settlement poison was not cleaned up. The follow -up of those who died in the future was a few more than a few years, and for several years, the monster's death was from time to time.

It is really tired of running, it is very difficult.

The people of the court, and have been carefully studied by some martial arts, so they understand the reasons. The warriors from various places were exhausted for more than a year, and finally cleared the disability.

Mu Qingyun moved to move his waist, and with the flow of people retreating to the east wall of the city.

Various wooden sheds have been set up at the empty field.

Although the crisis of Yuncheng has been solved, the government has not ordered, and no one dares to leave.

"Qingqing, give."

Chen Yi yawned, stretched his two long legs, reached out and took out a small box of jasmine fine powder and handed it over.

Mu Qingyun raised his eyebrows, and looked at his face in the soup bowl in his hand. There was only a vague shadow, and he couldn't see it clearly.

But drilling from the bone out of the bone, I couldn't watch this face.

Chen Yi's hair seemed to be gray, and he didn't make it.

Mu Qingyun laughed and reached out: "When did my sister buy this?"

They do not wipe powder.

Chen Yi put a lot of skin care products, oil, frost, etc. in the martial arts martial arts.

"Now, there is a child crying there."

Mu Qingyun looked at Chen Yi's hand. Sure enough, there was a young girl who was eleven or two years old, with a flower basket in her hand, hiding around her grandma secretly looking at it.

"This child sells fragrant powder for people. He didn't dare to throw the basket without escape just now. The incense powder could not be sold.
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