This jade statue is most likely the 'Dream Girl', and the real person of Xuan Xian can accompany her to live in a secluded forest and a secret cave, which is indeed the best happiness in the world! In fact, it is only the best happiness in the world, and there is no such joy in the sky?"

Zhou Bo walked in front of the jade statue, looked at her stupidly, looked at her like a mysterious ice and snow skin, said that he didn't dare to stretch out a little finger to touch it gently, his heart was enchanted, and the end of his nose seemed to faintly smell the fragrant fragrance of musk, from love to respect, from respect to obsession!

After a long time, I couldn't help but say loudly: "Sister Angel, if you can come back to life and say a word to me, I will die for you a thousand times, ten thousand times, and it will be like a body in Bliss, and the joy is infinite!"

Suddenly fall to your knees, bye-on!

When you kneel down, you will find that there are two futons in front of the jade statue, which seem to be for people to kneel and worship, and he is kneeling on both knees is a larger futon, and there is a smaller futon in front of the jade statue's feet, which is intended to be used for people to kowtow!

He knocked his head down, and saw that the inside of the shoes of the jade statue's feet seemed to be embroidered!

Gazing at it, I recognized that the embroidered on the right foot shoe was "Knock down a hundred times, send with me", and the embroidered on the left foot shoe was "Pursue my will, die without regrets"!

These sixteen words are smaller than the fly's head, the shoes are golden, the sixteen words are embroidered with green filament, only slightly darker than the background color, the light and shadow in the crystal room are hazy, if you don't kowtow and look at it carefully, you will never see it!

As for obeying the order of this fairy, no matter whether he goes to hell or fire, he will naturally die without regrets, without the slightest hesitation, and he will be in a daze, and immediately "fifteen, ten, fifteen, twenty-" counted in his mouth, and respectfully kowtowed to the jade statue!

He kowtowed to fifty or sixty heads, and he already felt a sore back, and his head and neck gradually stiffened, but he wanted to support him to the end no matter what, and he had to kowtow a hundred heads!

Even the angel sister didn't obey the first order, and said "no regrets"!

After knocking to more than eighty times, a thin layer of puxian grass on the surface of the small futon has cracked, revealing something underneath! He didn't pay attention to it, he still kowtowed a hundred heads respectfully, and when he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt that his waist was sore, and he fell down when he looked up to the sky!

He lay down and rested, only to feel that he had done something according to the order of the jade statue, and the more tired and sore his whole body was, the more happy he felt in his heart!

Another legend, the tense breath pervades everywhere!

In the Valley of Storms, there are only a few machine factories that produce slowly.

The reason for this slowness is that there are very few machines to imitate in the North, and almost every wheel and gear is made according to the pattern of the smuggling port from the Platinum Empire. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are quite a few unfamiliar faces on the streets of Fengyun Valley now. A year ago, citizens would stop to listen to a western accent, but now even foreign dialects from Sanssouci are paying attention.

These Sanssouci mainlanders have crossed the blockade line to build machines and produce munitions for the Northern Holy Soul Alliance.

They are skilled people, and without them, it would be difficult for the Northern Holy Souls Alliance to make pistols, shotguns, cannons, and ammunition.

Work is going on around the clock, and you can almost feel the heart of the city beating nervously, delivering military supplies to the main line of the veinous Huojiao steam wagon track, which is then transported to the front of the two war zones.

Trains roar in and out of the city at any time of the day.

Smoke billowed from the chimneys of the newly built factories and rained down on the white houses.

In the evening, until long after the dead of night, the factory was still blazing with fires and hammers.

What was empty a year ago is now home to many factories making unicorn gears, saddle saddles, and peace shoes, many arsenals producing guns, crushing and foundries producing wagons to supplement the losses of the human and demonic jihad, and all sorts of parts factories making unicorn thorns, bridles, clasps, tents, twists, pistols, swords, and so on.

Because of the very small number of people brought in across the blockade line, the iron foundry was already in deep need for iron, and the Holy Light iron miners were on the front line and almost stopped production.

There were no iron fences, iron pergolas, iron gates, or even iron figures in the meadows of Fengyun Valley, because they had already been sent to the melting pot of the crushing plant to come in handy.

The headquarters of the various military departments lined the streets of Spirit Tree and the nearby streets, and each of their offices was crowded with people in military uniforms. There is also a supply and marketing department, a communications corps, a postal service company, a rail transport agency for the Huojiao steam car, a military police headquarters, and so on.

On the outskirts of the city there is a unicorn station, where groups of grey mule unicorns circle around in spacious unicorn sheds.

According to what Uncle Bluebeard said, Clumsy felt that Fengyun Valley had become a city of wounded soldiers, because there were countless general hospitals, infectious disease hospitals, and epidemic hospitals, and a large number of wounded and sick people were unloaded every afternoon when the train left until five o'clock.

Gone is the small town, and now it is a rapidly expanding city, which is constantly renewing itself with endless power and intense activity.

This hectic scene made the clumsy who had just come out of the leisurely life of the countryside almost out of breath, but she liked it.

There was an uplifting atmosphere about the place that inspired her, as if she truly felt the heart of the city beating in tandem with her own.

They made their way through the mud puddles on the city's main street, clumsily and with interest at the new buildings and new faces.

The sidewalks were crowded with people in military uniforms, and they wore badges indicating that they belonged to different ranks and branches of service.

The narrow streets were crammed with all sorts of vehicles—unicorns, short-range transporters, ambulances, mud-drenched, sweaty-faced, and civet mules and unicorns struggling through ruts.

Messengers in teal costumes splashed muddy water and hurried from head to head office, delivering orders and telegrams.

The wounded soldiers who were recovering were limping around on crutches, and some were supported by careful nurses.

The sound of trumpets, snare drums, and shouting passwords came from far away from the playground where the recruits were trained.

Clumsy and frightened saw the Southerners' uniforms for the first time, and it was a group of dejected Northern soldiers that Uncle Bluebeard pointed out to her with a whip, and they were being escorted to the Huojiao Steam Station by a small group of Northern Holy Soul Alliance troops with demon slaying knives. It was then transported to the prisoner camp.

"Now, how exciting, how exciting, I'll be glad to stay here!" thought Clumsy.

For the first time since the feast, she was truly having fun.

The city is actually more alive than she ever discovered.

There are the newly opened fairy dew bars a few days ago, the spring girls who flocked with the army, and the prostitutes who frightened the church people.

Every inn, apartment, and private home was packed with guests who had come to visit their injured relatives in the various hospitals in the Valley of Clouds.

Banquets, balls, bazaars, and countless wartime weddings took place every week.

The groom at the wedding is always the one who is faking the loofah, wearing a beautiful purple uniform and a golden silk tassel. The bride wore elaborate garments smuggled across the blockade, the auditorium hung a criss-cross demon slayer, and the sealed champagne was used for the dew, followed by a tearful farewell.

Every night, the dark streets lined with spirit trees reverberate with the sound of dancing steps, while the piano in the living room rings, where the voices of sopranos and military guests mingle and sing songs of joy and sorrow. These poignant music bring tears to the eyes of those who have never been sad.

The unicorn car drove all the way down the street, clumsily asking this and that, and Uncle Bluebeard was glad to show his knowledge, pointing at them with a whip and answering them one by one.

"There's the arsenal over there. Yes, miss, they build guns and stuff there.

No, miss, that's not a store, it's the office that implemented the lockdown.

Oh, Miss, the foreigners came to buy the Jiaojin Flower of our Northern Holy Soul Alliance, transported it to the Spirit Rat Tomb and the Immortal Heights, and then brought back the gunpowder for us.

No, Miss, I promised Miss Salty Fish to send you home all the time, and I can't tell which nationality they are. Miss Salted Fish said that they were from the Platinum Empire, but no one could understand what they said, yes, Miss, there was a lot of black gold smoke, and it broke Miss Salted Fish's silk curtains.

This came from the iron foundry and the rolling mill.

No one can sleep at night.

No, miss, I can't stop and let you see. I promised Miss Salted Fish to send you home all the time.

- Miss Stupid, salute.

Mrs. Sweetheart and Mrs. Fava Bean bow to you. “

Clumsy vaguely remembered the names of the two ladies who had traveled from the Valley of Storms to the Kiss of Eros to attend her wedding.

She remembered that they were Miss Saltyfish's best friends.

So she quickly bowed in the direction that Uncle Bluebeard was pointing.

The two of them sat in a unicorn cart in front of a silk shop.

The shopkeeper and two men stood in the aisle, holding bundles of brocade cloth for them to see.

Lady Sweetheart was a tall, stocky woman, her straitjacket was tightly bound and her breasts protruded like the bow of a ship.

Her iron-blue hair was mixed with a striking blue wig, which looked out of harmony.

Her face was round and dark, and she had a kind and shrewd look that was accustomed to commanding others.

Mrs. Fava Bean is younger, slender and thin, she used to be a beauty, and she still has charm, but she still looks a little arrogant.

These two ladies and the other, Lady Honey, are the three pillars of the Valley of Storms.

They run the three churches to which they belong, the priests, the singing troupe and the parishioners.

They organize bazaars and sewing parties, they accompany the girls to dances and picnics, they know who is good and who is not, who often drinks fairy dew, who is going to have children and when, and so on.

They are genealogical authorities, and they know the family history of any person in the Demon Spirit State and the Northern Holy Soul, and they don't bother to care about other states, because they believe that no one with a little status is from outside this state.

They know what is dignified and what is not, and they always let others know what they think—Mrs. Sweetheart in a loud voice, Mrs. Broad Bean in a slow tone of grace and sadness, and Mrs. Honey whispers in anguish how much she abhors such things.

The three ladies were suspicious of each other, and perhaps that was why they formed a close alliance.

"I told Salted Fish that I wanted you to join my hospital," Lady Sweetheart said with a smile in her voice. "Don't promise Mrs. Raccoon or Mrs. Honey!"

"I won't," said Dumb, not understanding what Mrs. Sweetheart was saying, but feeling that people were so welcoming and needed him, and his heart was a little warm. "I hope to see you soon. “

The unicorn cart stopped for a moment after a ride, leaving two women with bandaged baskets trembling across the slippery streets on stepping stones.

It was then that Dumb occasionally saw a figure on the sidewalk, dressed in brightly coloured clothes, which were too bright on the street, and draped in a shawl that hung down her heels.

Clumsy turned around and found that it was a beautiful tall woman, with thick hair that was incredibly red and an unbearably vulgar expression on her face.

It was the first time she had seen such a woman who had apparently "put a lot of effort into her hair", so she looked at her carefully, a little confused.

"Who is that? Uncle Bluebeard," she asked in a low voice.

"I don't know. ”

"I dare say. You know, who the hell is?"

"Her name is Milk Fairy," Uncle Bluebeard replied.

Clumsy immediately seized on the fact that he didn't call people "Miss" or "Madame".

"Who is she?"

"Miss Stupid. Bluebeard said with a gloomy face, whipping the unicorn on the back, "Miss Salted Fish won't be happy to let you ask about things that have nothing to do with you. It's not interesting to talk about.

They're some of the worthless people in the city. ”

"Oh my God!" thought Clumsy to himself, and was pushed to silence. "That must be a bad woman!"

She had never seen a bad woman before, so she curiously looked back at her back until she disappeared from the crowd.

After a while, I slowly got up, reached out to the crack of the small futon and went out to touch it, the tentacles were silky, and there was a silk selfless inside, thinking: "It turns out that Sister Angel has already arranged, if I don't kowtow a hundred heads, the little futon will not break, and the baby she gave me will not appear!"

He has never taken the treasure of pearls and jade to heart, but since this silk is given by the angel sister, even if there is nothing in it is only for the spirit tree leaves, empty fairy grass, rotten cloth and shredded paper, it is also a priceless treasure!

This silk is not as long as a meter long for me, and there are a few lines of fine words written on the white silk: "You have kowtowed a hundred times, and you should be sent by me, and you will have no regrets for life! This volume is the essence of my Xianmeng Sect's physical arts, and I must practice it once a day, if I am a little lazy, I will frown and feel sad!"

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