Love apartment under one person

Chapter 652: The World of All Natures, All the Desolate People!
At noon, the sound of the water gradually stopped.

Meng Lang, who was so squeezed that he didn't even bother to circulate his blood, hugged his wives weakly, and looked at the ceiling light in the bathroom with deep and soft eyes.

The faces of the two girls were slightly flushed after the sweetness, and they leaned on his shoulder with a smile, silently enjoying the familiar comfort.

During the mission of this trip to the world in the pot, the husband and wife supported each other for ten years, and the relationship between them has already turned into a honey-scented wine under the precipitation of the years, which has faded a bit like glue. Fierce and passionate, but a bit sweeter and sweeter with a long aftertaste.

During the period of helping the Han Dynasty, the girls gradually accepted the reality after experiencing a brief shock, and only then "understood" the reason why Meng Lang reached the peak in his 20s so unscientifically.

Of course, they also took the time to ask why meng lang was hit before.

Knowing that the older generations in the entire alien world were going to perform such a dangerous mission, Zhuge Dali and Feng Baobao had no good way to persuade Meng Lang not to think about it. They could only spend more time with their husbands and use Silent support to express their concern.

Of course, Meng Lang knew what his wives were thinking, so he had been using his own methods to cheer up quietly.

During those ten years in the world in the pot, he chose to delegate power to the greatest extent out of trust in his wife's ability, and did not put too much thought on the task itself.

During this relatively peaceful time, he settled down and devoted most of his energy to comprehending the treasure of wisdom left by Zhuge Wuhou, which can be called an outstanding man through the ages, and gradually understood the "non-indifferent and indifferent" With clear aspirations, there is no tranquility and no far-reaching" spiritual artistic conception.

This allowed him to finally abandon all distracting thoughts, sort out and perfect each ability he had mastered one by one and introduce new ones, completely completing the transformation from an ordinary person who mastered skills to a great master of aliens.

Zeng Yi's gang of old guys don't want him to help the Holy See of Angels?
It’s ok~ If you don’t go, you won’t go. I respect your willingness to sacrifice.

But who said you can't feel comfortable stabbing someone without a real gun... Ahem!Who says you can’t help if you don’t show up in person?

Only you old people are allowed to persist, but we young people are not allowed to be paranoid?
You have your Zhang Liangji, and I also have my wall ladder.

Let's... just wait and see.

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A few days later, on May 5, 7 in Love Apartment.

"Crack-"

Turning off the induction cooker, Fu Rong carefully brought the last dish of old chicken soup to the dining table. While taking a towel to wash her hands, she shouted loudly: "Big slob—! Sister Xia He—! Wake up and have breakfast—"

"I'm coming!"

Zhuge Fox came out of the room in his pajamas. After playing cards all night last night, he was now wearing thick black seams.

"Huh? It smells so good, Rong'er, is it a good day today? Cook such a hearty dish for me early in the morning?"

[Fu Rong's small inner theater: Hehe~ Wang is also on a business trip, this girl is happy, let's cook two dishes to celebrate, okay? 】

"Huh~ You have a good idea! I made this dish and soup for Sister Xia He. She has gained so much weight recently, and she has to take care of Daoist Lingyu every day. I feel distressed and want to give it to her. Bubu, can't you?"

Zhuge Qing hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Okay~ My Rong'er is the kindest~ This time I have borrowed someone's credit, you can give me a bowl of soup first, it smells so delicious that I almost want to die of hunger! "

"It's almost there."

Here Fu Rong took a bowl of soup with half anger and half joy, while Zhang Lingyu and his wife walked out of the room cuddling each other.

Xia He, a pregnant woman, helped Zhang Lingyu, who was walking stiltedly, and the two moved to the table and sat down step by step. The latter was dull all the time, with empty eyes like a marionette.

Zhuge Qing scratched his head with a dry smile, looked at Xia He with sympathetic eyes and said, "Master Lingyu...hasn't gotten used to it yet?"

Xia He smiled wryly and shrugged: "It's much better now than it was at the beginning, but occasionally when I hear some undetectable noises, I will become nervous like a frightened bird, and will immediately draw my sword and put on a defensive posture , Lingyu had nightmares almost every night during the first two days when Leader Meng taught him, and I don't know what kind of kung fu he learned..."

Fu Rong saw that the atmosphere at the dinner table was developing towards a meeting of complaints, so she quickly put two bowls of soup with a smile and handed it over.

"Sister Xia He, don't worry. Although Meng Lang sometimes likes to play tricks, he has never disappointed people in business. Don't you think he used the same method when teaching Zhang Chulan?
Yesterday, I just listened to Linglong and Zhang Chulan's video chat. The kid bragged that the teaching method of the celestial master is too gentle, and he can learn real skills under Meng Lang's hands. It can be seen that although this method looks a bit miserable, it should be It's still real~
If you want me to tell you, you just have to wait and see. According to this rhythm, the plot of the story will soon become a hero after going through all kinds of hardships. Get rid of the big villain standing in front of him, and step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry you! "

Xia He picked up the soup bowl and took a sip, and couldn't help but see the image of Zhang Chulan being kicked flying by his own man on Longhu Mountain in his mind.

Seems...pretty good?
"Let me borrow your good words~"

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At the same time, in Bodh Gaya, the country of Pengci, Mahabodhi Temple· Quanxing International Headquarters.

The sky hangs down like a gray curtain, and iron-like black clouds and dust and smoke accumulate more and more, like a prison window filled with a pungent sulfur smell.

Zhang San was suspended above the golden lotus platform, listening to Qu Tong's report indifferently. "Bamboo Shoots" seems a bit out of place.

"Master, this is probably the case. Now the domestic situation in Pengci is going from bad to worse. Several crematoriums around the Mahabodhi Temple have piled up corpses, and even some incinerators have been damaged due to overload.

Just yesterday, the governor of Penhar State came to us and wanted to ask for help. I think you were beating... well, you didn’t dare to disturb him when you were teaching apprentices. See——? "

Zhang San nodded indifferently: "Since it is the invitation of the head of the state, let's respond a little bit. As a member of Pengci Kingdom, Quanxing International has no reason to stay out of this kind of national crisis!
How about this, you will go to the head of the state in a while, and say that we have friendship with the Angel Church, and we can get the most advanced incinerator blueprints from Hans Kingdom from them, and we will ensure that every person in Pengci Kingdom can Get the most comfortable cremation experience. "

Qu Tong: "*&%￥#@!..."

Just when Elder Sister Qu was struck by the miraculous thoughts of her head, Dou Mei ran in from the door in a hurry.

"Master!" Dou Mei approached Zhang San's ear, and said in a voice that only the other party could hear, "Four young flower growers came outside the door. I want to see you for something."

"A florist?"

Hearing this, Zhang San's haughty expression remained unchanged, he waved his hand lightly and said, "Not everyone is qualified to see me, you ask Liang'er to randomly pick three from the 'Eight Desolation Crowd' to try it out." Test each other's skills, and if they can beat two of them, bring them to me."

Dou Mei bowed to accept the order: "Yes, this subordinate understands!"

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Three and 10 minutes later, at the entrance of Mahabodhi Temple.

Zhao Haitang looked around indignantly, seeing that there was no one coming out of the gate, he couldn't help complaining: "The efficiency of this global world is really slow! We just let him in and let him know. Let us know if you see him or not." Just say it right? What is it like to hang us here for half an hour?"

"Haha~" Wang also yawned lazily, and comforted him in the tone of someone who has been there, "Forget it, this is the country of Pengci. As we all know, in this land where the people make themselves into a joke. In fact, even the speed of time is different from other countries.”

"Before I came here, I chatted with my dad on the phone, and he told me that he had come up with a special time conversion method when he was doing business with people from Pengci Country——

If a person from Pengci country asks you to wait for him for 3 minutes, it means that it will take him at least two hours to arrive at the meeting place.

And if that person says to make you wait for him for two hours, it means that it is unlikely that you will see him today.

By analogy, the time promised by the people of Pengci country needs to be converted.

Their day represents a week later.

One week for them means waiting half a year.

Their month represents a five-year start.

And "Let's talk next year" is their biggest unit of time-because that means you won't see them fulfill their promises in the next life. "

Zhao Haitang hugged her head in distress: "According to what you say, don't we have to wait a long time? But I also promised that after the curry sauce is finished soon, I will go to the market here to buy authentic curry sauce and bring it back to her!"

"Brother Haitang, please be safe and don't be impatient."

Feng Xingtong maintained his usual warm and jade-like smile and said in relief: "When you have time to complain, you might as well go and please Sister Yu Mo, it's not like you haven't seen her skills before.

I checked the map, and there is a good old Kshatriya shop 2 kilometers away. Going there to buy some curry sauce is only a matter of one or two minutes for Sister Yumo. It is definitely in time to stop by after finishing business. of. "

Zhao Haitang was overjoyed when he heard the words, and immediately put on a pitiful look and looked at Qin Yumo who was holding a makeup mirror to calmly touch up his makeup.

Seeing this, the latter shrugged his shoulders, but just as he was about to speak, he saw four figures walking out of the Mahabodhi Temple out of the corner of his eye.

The leader was a little short in stature, wearing a pair of round-rimmed glasses, and the tailored golden armor highlighted his noble status as the head disciple, and the huge yellow sand gourd on his back was even more faintly obvious. The skill of this person is extraordinary.

Seeing the identity of the person in front, Wang waved and greeted without hesitation: "Xiaoliang, long time no see!"

That's right, the leader of the four who greeted the Haoqi League team was Lu Liang, whose style of painting had changed drastically.

In addition, the identities of the three people behind him were also easily identified by Feng Xingtong and the others.

After all, it is the famous "all sexes and eight wastes", and the other party's information is ranked very high in the Haoqi League archives——

[Heath Ledger, nicknamed "Joker", is the former speaker of the Arkham Council who mastered both acquired alchemy and innate superpowers.

Ai Paide, nicknamed "Painting Ghost", once fought with Kamala, the deputy leader of the Ugly Super Power Alliance by himself. He is a cunning painting wizard from Malay.

Liu Yanyan, nicknamed "Ms. Corpse Ji", is a descendant of the Xixiang Corpse Exorcist Sect. Because she is the girlfriend of Quan Xing International Young Master, no one dares to mess with her, so there are no rumors about her record. It is said that she controls Quan Xing in her hands. The corpses of all past enemies of the world. 】

Lu Liang was slightly taken aback when he heard Wang Ye's greeting, but then he pretended that he hadn't heard anything, put his right hand on his face expressionlessly, and clasped his fists in a military salute: "I don't know how many distinguished guests came to visit me. What's going on with Global International?"

Several members of the Haoqi League saw him looking business-like, and secretly exchanged glances with each other.

Feng Xingtong took a step forward, clasped his fist with his left hand and saluted, and said, "Young Master Lu is very polite. I'm going down to Feng Xingtong, the second apprentice of the leader of the Shenzhou Haoqi League. This time, I came to Bodh Gaya on the order of my teacher. I have something to see Zhang. Three masters."

"I see." Lu Liang nodded indifferently, and calmly gave the clown beside him a look.

The latter understood, and very little brother took a step forward consciously, shouting loudly in correct Chinese: "Joke! What is our status as the leader? You can see it casually?"

"Oh?" Feng Xingtong still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, "I don't know how I can meet your head?"

"It's very simple, there are four people in the Ni family, and there are also four people in the nest. Four duels, if the Ni people win half of them, they will be eligible to meet the master." The yellow-skinned Ai Paide spoke Chinese that was far inferior to the white-skinned clown. Said.

"No problem, just do as this gentleman says!"

Fengxing Tongqian, who had been prepared for a long time, smiled, and made a gesture of invitation to Lu Liang on the opposite side: "I don't know who is the first to make a move on your side? Please end it!"

When he said this, the most powerful king of the Haoqi League had already stepped forward according to the order discussed before: "King Wudang, please enlighten me."

Seeing this, Lu Liang's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's interesting, it's actually the 'Fang Cun Daoist' from the Haoqi League who appeared first, since that's the case...Brother Ai Paide, use your trick painting skills to ask Daoist Wang for advice on his strange tricks." Door technique."

"Yes, Boss!"

Ai Paide walked out from behind Lu Liang, and walked towards the open space with heavy steps.

What surprised everyone in the Haoqi League was that the tall man opposite, with a strange hairstyle, who looked very similar to Lu Ziqiao, and who was holding a huge drawing board bit off five of his right hands one by one as he walked towards the battlefield. finger.

In the next second, five crimson little ghosts danced endlessly at Ai Paide's fingertips, just like his burning fighting spirit at this moment.

"Wang Daochang, please look at my painting!"

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PS: The chapter is updated

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