"Finished?"

A cold word interrupted the Ink Riding Whale.

I saw Zhao Qingxia slowly raise his head, and his angular face was covered with frost.

"Don't say anything more when you're done. Otherwise, you and I will no longer be brothers. ”

Putting down these hard words, Zhao Qingxia ignored the wide whale eyes on the side and walked towards the end of the passage.

"Hey, I said, why can't you kid understand good words? Who really cares about you, you can't see it? People's hearts are separated from their stomachs, who is still talking about righteousness outside? Now it's all about interests and treasure money, do you understand? Hey, did you kid hear what I said, damn, you deserve to be deceived for your virtue."

Zhao Qingxia walked all the way to the end of the passage, and in front of him was a long masonry platform, and under the platform was a huge abyss with a radius of hundreds of zhang.

If someone looks down at the moment, there are many such protruding platforms in the abyss that act as the stops of the sedan ladder, and each station represents an independent team or studio of Juzitang.

And in this abyss, it is not dark, but full of dense and regularly beating light green light spots, like countless fireflies perched on the abyss wall.

This is a piece of sorghum embedded in the mountain, spreading all the way to the depths of the earth.

Artifact Forum, Ming Ghost Realm, Non-Attack Academy R&D Center, Rite Collapse Happiness Exchange Platform.

This is the foundation of the various permanent sorghum dreams possessed by Moxu in the northern territory of the empire.

"No, what about the car ladder back to the ground?"

Zhao Qingxia looked at the empty platform in front of him, his face was pale, and he scolded with hatred: "Moqi Whale, you bastard!" ”

"Aang!"

A huge whale roar came from the abyss, and Zhao Qingxia clearly felt that the ground under his feet was trembling slightly. In a sound of metal clanging that gradually became clearer, a swift wind gushed out, and two points of bright green light flashed in the darkness, as if some huge monster was gradually approaching.

A pressure from the depths of his genes tightly grabbed the fear in his heart, so that Zhao Qingxia almost couldn't help but run away.

"Come on again, I'll smash your kuntou sooner or later!"

Zhao Qingxia clung to the bulge of the wall beside him, so as not to let himself be swept into the abyss by this evil wind.

A gigantic, friendless whale-like creature 'leaps out' from the darkness at the bottom of the abyss!

The round head has a wide mouth, and the teeth are as sharp as a knife. The body is about 20 zhang long, covered with layers of heavy metal armor, and the wind is swirling in the swing of the fins, and this abyss is used as sea water, swimming wantonly.

There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun!

Ink Riding Whale, Ink Order Ranger, a Mo Xuan IV who abandons flesh and blood and uses weapons as his body.

"It seems that I still need senior brother to give you a ride, come on, junior brother."

The ink whale opened and closed its bloody mouth, and its sharp teeth rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound.

There was no choice, Zhao Qingxia could only step on the fins of the fish, jumped up and jumped on the back of the ink riding whale.

Zhao Qingxia noticed that at his landing point, a depression appeared in the armor piece on the back of the ink riding whale at some point, the width was just right for a person to sit down, and the edge of the armor was deliberately smoothed, and even wrapped in leather.

Don't think about it, this must have been specially prepared for him by the Ink Riding Whale.

The depression in Zhao Qingxia's heart suddenly dissipated most of it at this moment, and before he could speak, he heard a deafening whale song, and the armor pieces around him slowly gathered up, cleverly embedding his body in the armor pieces, so he didn't have to worry about the risk of falling.

The Ink Whale lifted its body, its fins swinging, and swam into the abyss.

"Senior brother, I know you're doing it for my good."

The wind was howling, and Zhao Qingxia could barely open his mouth, and he shouted vigorously: "But I have never regarded Lord Ma as my slave, and he should not be anyone's slave." He is my brother, and so is Li Jun! I'll go ahead if there's a problem! ”

"I'm just a stuffy researcher, and the old horse follows me. Ahhh

The huge figure of the ink whale soaring suddenly slammed, shook its head sideways, and directly threw out Zhao Qingxia on his back, and landed on the highest platform impartially.

Zhao Qingxia rolled directly into the corridor that connected to the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground.

"Stupid, how can you survive in this world with such a brain?"

The Ink Whale flicked its tail and turned around, swimming towards the bottomless darkness.

"But forget it, bad rules are bad rules, who let me be such a junior brother? If something happens to you, who will lend me money to spend in the future? ”

Zhao Qingxia walked briskly through the crowd of people, this market town that could not be found on any map of the Ming Empire, even if it was late at night, it was still very lively.

As he went, in addition to the boiling voices, there were all kinds of crackling iron sounds, and the air that came to his nose seemed to have a thick smell of metal rust, mixed with all kinds of strange smells.

The buildings on the left and right are quite old-fashioned, like the stilted buildings popular in the southern part of the empire, but they are not supported by wood, but by thick steel giant feet.

The eastern branch of Juzitang is a moving city hidden deep in the mountains and mountains, and it is also a city of institutions recorded in various ancient books of the former Ming Dynasty.

Zhao Qingxia ran wildly all the way, and finally saw Zou Sijiu with a dull face in a pavilion hanging 'Dream Catching Pavilion' on the edge of the town.

"I'm sorry, outsiders can only stay in the corresponding restricted area when they enter the Moment Hall, and this is also to prevent you from sneaking into their dreams."

The moment Zhao Qingxia stepped into the pavilion, Zou Sijiu's lonely eyes finally regained a trace of brilliance.

"It's so bullying, with our relationship, I'm a guest anyway, right? The group of hypocrites in the Confucian order knew that there were friends from afar, and they were very happy. How did you get here and lock me up like a thief? ”

Zou Sijiu scolded angrily: "And Zou Ye, am I the kind of person who casually enters people's dreams?" Besides, what am I doing in the dreams of these blacksmiths? Learn to strike iron, or learn to hammer?!"

Zhao Qingxia pointed to his lips and "shh

Zou Sijiu was stunned, and said with a smile: "Huangliang Shuo rat, it should be closed." ”

"This is what Brother Jun wants."

Zhao Qingxia handed the box he was holding to Zou Sijiu: "Five-grade technical attack, sting official law!" ”

"Okay."

When the things arrived, Zou Sijiu, who was on his back, didn't want to stay here for a moment, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.

Zhao Qingxia stood in the pavilion and stared at Zou Sijiu's back, slightly stunned. Suddenly, he noticed that there was an electronic case on the stone table in the pavilion.

On the glimmering screen was an open document: the exchange list of the Ministry of Industry of the Ming Empire.

"Brother Zou." Zhao Qingxia shouted.

Zou Sijiu stood next to the stone steps down the mountain, and waved his hand without looking back.

"Your brother Jun asked me to tell you that although he doesn't have much money, he has a little savings, and he has opened up the choice if he makes you look at anything. Don't think about not spending, he has already prepaid 50 million in advance to the Ministry of Industry, and you won't be able to get it back even if you don't choose. ”

"And if the quota is not enough, he will help you cut and earn it!"

Thunder surged and rain poured down.

The rain in early spring was particularly fierce, falling from the gloomy sky with a tragic aura, fiercely smashing all the advertising projections that dared to float in the air, and finally smashing down on the cold faces full of murderous aura.

The long knife is unsheathed, and the gun is loaded.

Everyone was silent, shoulder to shoulder, waiting for the figure standing under the black umbrella to give orders.

The umbrella surface was slightly slanted, and the ghost king raised his eyes to stare at the highest part of the building in front of him, staring at the row of permanent slogans that read "Imperial benevolence, protect my people".

"Protect my people? Protect your mother's head! ”

Ghost Wang Da waved his hand like a falling knife, and said in a calm tone: "Rush in, whoever dares not to surrender, kill him!" ”

(End of chapter)