Chapter 689

The old monk watched Yan Mo spit out black ghosts in the secret room. One by one, they disappeared in the ceiling above his head.

The color of "Yama" itself has gradually faded, and the original black of bottomless abyss has gradually changed to gray.

Only the ironic smile was still fixed on Yan Mo's face without facial features. Even that smiling face was like a line drawn out casually.

The old monk was still floating in the air, looking down at the sutras without any joy or sorrow. He seemed to have no concern for the changes of "Yama".

The only meaningful thing in his life is to guard the glass body of Yanmo. This is his sin and his responsibility.

To this end, he was willing to hide from the whole city residents and watch them become victims.

Although the real body of "Yanmo" will disappear with the passing of the unjust soul, and will appear with the re aggregation of the unjust soul, he still guards the dead object.

Only when it completely disappeared, the old monk would break his vow and return across the sea, pursuing the trace of "Yama" and sealing the other party again.

However, the speed of Yan Mo's disappearance was not as fast as he expected. After half an hour, he still failed to restore the original color of the glass body.

The old monk spread his own perception. There was a gap in the city wall, and the seal was damaged.

Did someone plug the gap?

The old monk was a little surprised and looked at "Yan Mo". It's impossible. There are millions of wronged souls, but they can't be blocked?

After the Tang and Song Dynasties, the legendary monk's eyes were full of doubts. In the past few hundred years, he had experienced many "Yama" unsealing events, but none of them was as slow as this one.

Looking at Yan Mo's smiling face, he felt that the ironic smile seemed to be embarrassed and turned into a funny face.

If we recall the attitude of the two foreign monks to Yama, have we not seen them for decades, and there are so many talented people in the central plains that they are no longer worried about the "Yama" rebellion?

"I can guarantee that there will be a fleet coming from the mainland." Yang Yuefan is serious and powerful, because he knows what kind of country he is standing behind: "you can consider whether to stay here or to go back home now."

"What I want to make clear is that this time, we will make great efforts to develop the far south continent, and we will not try our best as last time." Yang Yuefan filled herself with a cup of tea, because Mrs. Li Xuanbai had been in deep thought: "if you stay in the far south, you still has the final say, you are still the Lord of the city."

"If you're tired of worrying here and just want to go back to your hometown, it's up to you." Yang Yuefan's words changed: "but the local side of the change is not small, may be different from your memory, it is difficult to continue to maintain your aristocratic status."

"Our Li family has been loyal and good for generations. No matter whether we go back to our hometown or not, we are the descendants of the generals. Don't worry, Mr. Yang." Li Xuanbai chuckled: "I believe the officials will not treat us badly."

Standing two meters behind Yang Yuefan, the black armored man couldn't help but show a scornful smile. Li Xuanbai didn't see the smile, but Li Huamei could see it clearly.

Her attention has always been on Nangong Yujun. For a warrior, her armor beyond the times is like a pearl in the night. It's so eye-catching!

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's what you say." Yang Yuefan shook the tea cup in his hand: "but look at your orphans and widows who have been working hard for so many years in Wangxiang City, there should be a huge subsidy, enough for you to live a life without worry about your clothes and food."

"What!" Li Xuanbai accidentally knocked over her tea cup. Li Huamei had never seen her mother behave like this: "is my song dynasty dead?"

Nangong Yujun Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi endure for a long time, or issued a tractor like laughter, let Li Huamei dissatisfied look at him.

She didn't have much feelings for the song Empire, but the big black man couldn't tolerate her mother's disrespect!

"If you don't beat you, you'll have to cover your eyes." Li Huamei clenched her fist and whispered to herself, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry. I can't beat you, but I can't...

" you misunderstand that the song empire is still there. The emperor Shengwen, benevolence and filial piety lived a leisurely life, but the regime changed a little. " Yang Yuefan casually said Zhao Ji's posthumous title, which attracted another round of laughter from Nangong Yujun.

"You can understand that the emperor has returned the government to the people. Now the people are managing themselves. The government departments are carrying out the civil service reform. In the past, the so-called aristocratic families either cooperate or..." Yang Yuefan did not finish his words, but this blank is enough for Mrs. Li to understand his meaning.

Compared with what he meant, Li Xuanbai, who had been taught by his father since childhood, could still recognize what the title of the emperor was.

Even the officials' jokes can be so unscrupulous. What earth shaking changes have taken place in my hometown?Mrs. Li has been through a lot of storms and waves in recent years. Although she was a little surprised at the beginning, she soon calmed down. It would be a good thing for her if the changes that the young man said happened there.

In order to lead the nearly ten thousand people to live, even better, Li Xuanbai has been without any discipline in these years.

For example, if we cooperate with the foreign alchemists in the new world in exchange for magic tools to suppress the shadow power, if we really let the local audit, the city Department of shipping, the Ministry of rites and the Privy Council will certainly find her in trouble.

"In that case, we'd better wait for the fleet you mentioned to arrive, and then consider it." Li Xuanbai still doesn't believe the other side's words. She wants to see if the fleet from the mainland exists or not.

Secretly, Mrs. Li also planned to send someone to communicate with those sailors and captains about the local situation, and finally judge whether the other side had something to hide.

At this time, the fleet that Mrs. Li expected was already over half of its voyage.

This fleet has broken through the most polluted sea area by chaotic organisms, and has repulsed two patrol fleets of magic forces, which can be regarded as the most difficult journey.

No one shouts bitterness or tiredness. These carefully selected aborigines, whether mortal Navy or extraordinary, are fanatical admirers of the new government.

"All for the sake of the Empire, we must strive to get to Wangxiang city two weeks in advance!" On the flagship, the captain cried out with passion: "there are comrades waiting for us there!"

www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!