Chapter 987

The girl raised her head nervously, but suddenly saw

A beautiful girl is sitting on the throne. In front of her is a long table carved with white jade. A pile of scrolls are full. A handsome man is bending down to pick up the scrolls that have just been thrown to the ground.

"I'm sorry, although your threat is very powerful, but I must urge you to finish the things that brother Ling has told you." Gong Zhengyu chuckled and put the scroll back in front of the monsoon smoke. His eyes were full of laughter.

Monsoon smoke is going crazy by this damned scroll. In the early days of the founding of the people's Republic, things were more troublesome than she thought. She needs to confirm the reconstruction, naming and personnel distribution of each city. She has clearly assigned power to Ling He and Meng Fusheng. As a result These guys didn't want her to be idle at all. They stuffed up a pile of scrolls all day and asked Gong Zhengyu to watch them in a whisper.

"I shouldn't have let you stay at the beginning. Wouldn't it be good for you to go out and travel around the great rivers and mountains? What's the future of this backcountry? Can you leave me now and I'll prepare enough money for you? " The monsoon smoke is going crazy. When did she work so hard as a lazy and accustomed cultivator?

"No way." Gong Zhengyu's smiling response.

At the beginning, he walked out slowly from his grief. He wanted to leave Xiaoyao Valley and go outside to fulfill his elder brother's wish. However, seeing the unstable Xiaoyao Valley just established, Gong Zhengyu chose to stay.

At first, monsoon smoke was very moved. Now she just wants to catch up with others!

"I hate you." The monsoon smoke fell on the jade table.

Meng Fusheng looks at the scene in front of him and feels embarrassed. He immediately turns his head at the thought of the girl he still follows behind him. Sure enough, the girl has been completely scared.

"Cough." Meng Fusheng coughs a little. The monsoon smoke noticed the appearance of Meng Fusheng. She pointed to Meng Fusheng and said, "swallow all the scrolls you sent!"

Meng Fusheng almost didn't laugh, but because of the presence of outsiders, he could only pretend to be serious: "Your Majesty, I have something to report to you here."

"What is it?" The monsoon smoke has no loveable opening.

Meng Fusheng said everything he found at the entrance of Xiaoyao Valley, and pushed the girl saved by Yang Jian to the front of the monsoon smoke.

After smelling the words, the monsoon smoke immediately sat up straight and glanced at the shivering girl, which made the monsoon smoke slightly stunned.

In the timid girl, the monsoon smoke clearly saw a purple air enveloping her. Although it was very weak, it still existed.

Ziqidonglai?

Monsoon smoke slightly a Leng.

This kind of purple gas can only be possessed by the emperor's life. From ancient times to the present, but all the people who have purple gas body protection are the life of the emperor. Before, the monsoon smoke had been seen in the saint Dragon Emperor. After the monsoon smoke built China by itself, the same purple gas also appeared in her.

But Why does Ziqi, which symbolizes the spirit of the emperor, appear on this girl?

The girl's scalp was numb and her legs began to shake involuntarily. The fear and despair in her heart became stronger and stronger in the silence of the monsoon smoke. Suddenly, she knelt down and said, "my name is Maia, please accept me!"

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[a wave of monthly tickets are collected every day. Good night to the babies. ]