Let Go Of That Primordial Man

At six o'clock in the morning, the little widow Bilian also woke up to the long ringing of the bell.

However, the first time she got up, she didn't freshen up immediately. Instead, she put on her slippers, quickly ran to the door, and poured real energy into her ears.

Across a thin wall, he listened carefully to the sound in the next room as Niu Xu stood up.

In this way, Niu Xu's every move was basically under her control; the second before Niu Xu put on his clothes and opened the door, Bilian opened the door first...

She seemed to have no bones in her body, leaning lazily against the door frame.

He greeted Niu Xu, who had just walked out of the room: Good morning, Leader Niu!

Although the little widow Bilian had not washed herself or dressed up after getting up, even her hair, which she usually took care of very delicately, looked a little messy at this time.

But just like this, not only did Bilian look a little sloppy, but she had an indescribable lazy style.

What's even more terrible is that it comes from the condition that Niu Xu promised Bilian: as long as it is given to Zixiao, he must give her an exact copy in private.

Therefore, Bi Lian naturally also owns the many tempting pajamas that Niu Xu gave to Zi Xiao.

At this time, the pretty little widow was wearing such a set of suspender pajamas.

The deep career line under the short pajamas, as well as the long legs that are almost exposed to the top of the thigh, unbridledly exudes fatal temptation.

When Niu Xu glanced over, he just replied lightly: Good morning.

As usual, Bilian saw a flash of passion deep in Niu Xu's eyes; it was obvious that Niu Xu could not be indifferent to her own dress.

Unfortunately, Niu Xu's final performance was only like this.

After responding to Bilian's greeting, he walked straight to the large and simple canteen at the headquarters of the Mazu Cult.

Throughout the entire process, there was no hesitation.

Not to mention that as Bi Lian expected, this guy could come up and joke with her for a few words.

For ten years, the little widow Bilian, who had been placed as an informant around Niu Xu for the anti-imperialist alliance, could detect the astonishing changes in Niu Xu.

As if in the blink of an eye, this guy who used to do amazing things suddenly matured.

Her conversation gradually became more appropriate, her behavior became more generous and elegant, and even her dress became more formal.

She was covered in colorful beachwear, paired with flip-flops that made a clattering sound when she walked. She had never seen this item worn again.

In daily life, this thing is not as full as before, full of all kinds of luxurious enjoyments.

Bilian knew clearly that with the passage of time, the strength of Mazu's sect under Niu Xu had grown more and more. Just the monthly external sales of various goods was a figure that frightened Bilian.

But the situation was reversed. Niu Xu's daily life gradually developed in the direction of an ascetic.

The simple food and drink, and the luxurious furnishings in the room disappeared without knowing when; replaced by the inferior goods produced by the Mazu Sect's workshops.

Compared with the luxurious furniture and daily necessities of the past, these rough products are simply dregs.

If Bilian hadn't seen that familiar fiery look in Niu Xu's eyes occasionally, she would have worried that he had been replaced by someone else...

Hmph~ I will change into a set with less fabric tomorrow, it will blind your eyes.

The little widow Bilian muttered something like this in a voice that Niu Xu could hear, and then started to wash up and dress up quickly.

Under normal circumstances, after having breakfast in the morning, Niu Xu would walk around the base area.

In the words of this person, it means going deep into the masses and listening to the most authentic voices of the masses, so that we can better serve the broad masses of the people.

If Bi Lian were slower, this heartless guy wouldn't have waited for her for even half a minute!

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A low, ventilated large hut.

Stretched out like this, simple buildings that only the poorest people would live in can be seen everywhere on Feiyu Island today.

Therefore, even those Baimu clan on the mainland of the Kingdom of God.

When their surveillance eyes occasionally glance over here, they don't care at all; they don't care why there are so many huts on this small island.

Without him! The main reason is that for them, there are too many poor human beings who are like ants.

Just like those powerful dragons, they don't care at all if there are more of those little ants in their territory and what new actions they make.

But even if we kill them, we can’t think of:

Under such a simple and shabby hut, what kind of hot and amazing scenes are happening, what is happening...

Just like now, following Niu Xu into the stretch of huts, the little widow Bilian saw a large number of people, busy and busy, and it was a lively scene.

The rich human race in the outside world, as well as the strong ones among hundreds of races.

No matter how hard you think about it, you can't imagine it; white sugar has been strongly sought after by them as soon as it appeared on their dining tables six years ago.

Even the elders of the alliance shamelessly ask for a lot of treasures every month.

It is in such a shabby place that a large number of people are being produced.

Lined up along the way, there are as many as five large camel pot machines, running roaringly under the burning of anthracite.

Driven by them, the five generators and the long wires provided enough power for more than a dozen small machines in the entire workshop.

The workers who kept running back and forth held the sugar cane in their hands.

One by one, they were stuffed into the continuously running juicer, and under the powerful squeeze of the machine, sweet sugarcane juice immediately flowed out of the machine, and soon the vats were filled one after another.

Then, the deft workers added lime and the so-called coagulant to the sugar cane juice.

The sugarcane juice was transported to a large hut further out, where there were naturally workers responsible for other processes, including cooking, purification and other processes.

In the big hut at the end, the pure white sugar was put into small wooden barrels weighing ten kilograms each.

The overall feeling of this long hut is like a flowing river to Bi Lian; the only thing that doesn't work is that it is flowing with golden shells one by one.

In other words, it is various cultivation materials, materials for refining weapons, medicinal materials for elixirs, etc...

Amidst the roar of machines, Niu Xu walked carefully in the workshop; while observing the operation of the workshop, he was careful not to disturb the busy workers inside.

At this moment, looking at Niu Xu who was concentrating, the little widow Bilian felt that her heart was beating hard.

Because Niu Xu, who looked attentive at this time, made her feel that he was far more fatally attractive than the talkative guy before.