Mu Yan chuckled: "Xiaobao is so smart, but it is not enough to just defeat. Xiaobao also wants them to listen to you willingly and be loyal to you. Only in this way can Xiaobao become strong enough."

"It's as strong as that disciple!" Xiaobao clenched his small fist, and his big eyes became shiny, "Then, you can protect your mother."

lecher?

Mu Yan was stunned for a long time before he realized that Xiaobao was talking about Di Mingjue.

She looked at the next courtyard with a complicated expression.

Well... I haven't seen that person for a long time.

Maybe, was you really angry that night?

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In the next few days, the newly established Xinmo Camp was collectively in dire straits.

Their daily life arrangement is like this-

Training, taking mysterious medicine, and listening to Xiaoqu'er.

Does it sound particularly fulfilling and happy?

But what about it?

These butchers who crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses and fires, and were full of blood, were all worse than death.

The so-called training is not about practicing martial arts or mysterious energy.

Instead, they were asked to line up, fuck, run back and forth every day. These boring strong men just wanted to hit the wall.

After training, Mu Yan prepared a bottle of body-tempering mystic medicine for everyone.

That's a special mysterious medicine!

Outside Junji Pharmacy, many people snatched their heads and couldn’t buy them even if they wanted to.

But the people in Moying were drinking and crying.

Because it hurts so much if you drink the mysterious medicine!

The muscles in the body are cut like fire-burning knives.

It will not disappear for more than an hour.

So whenever it is time to take the medicine, you can hear the sound of more than a dozen strong men crying and howling.

What is the arrangement for the evening to listen to the song?

Is this always a bad thing?

People from Moying said that I never want to listen to music again in my life.

No, next life! I don’t want to listen again in the next life!

Because the sound of the piano has a terrible power, once played, they feel like they are trapped in endless nightmare.

Only by struggling desperately in a nightmare can you wake up in cold sweat.

Think about it, listening to a song every day is like a hard and tormented life. Who can bear it day after day?

...

Late at night, in the Mo camp.

"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore. I want to escape from here!"

"Escape? How to escape? Not to mention Yan Haotian who was guarding the camp, do you think he could escape in this yard alone?"

"If you can't escape, you have to run away! Are you going to be tortured to death here?"

More than a dozen people from Mo Camp surrounded him and discussed angrily how to escape the clutches of the female demon and the little hell.

Suddenly, a rough voice suddenly interrupted their indignant words.

"A bunch of idiots! Haven't you noticed that there have been any changes in us these days?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this and looked at the scar man together.

"Chang Yu, what do you mean by saying this?"

"That's right, what are you? You dare to say we are idiots!"

The scar man named Chang Yu glanced at several people coldly, with contempt, "I went deep into Baoshan and got great benefits, but I didn't know anything, and I was thinking about running away. Why are you not idiots?"

"Chang Yu, please make it clear, what great benefits have we gained?"

Chang Yu took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement and joy in his eyes, and after a while, he said in a deep voice: "I will be ready to advance to the prefecture level within three months at the latest."
Chapter completed!