"I'll do whatever he tells me to do."
Fang Zong smiled and asked in return, "That's right, I am the junior brother of the Ant, but you kid, haven't you seen the rebellious junior brother, the junior brother who always causes trouble, the junior brother who is greedy? Tsk tsk tsk, the education of your Chenxing Valley is really a failure."
An Youer
The next morning, the ox-drawn cart traversed mountains and rivers.
Before long, Fang Zong lifted the carriage curtain and saw that in front of him, there were countless buildings stacked on top of each other, with the gray-blue building complex hidden among the green mountains, creating a beautiful and spectacular scene.
Even more spectacular was the army of tens of thousands, stretching from the mountainside all the way to the foot of the mountain, like a blanket.
Banners fluttered, armor gleamed, and upon seeing the ox-drawn carts, a sudden shout resounded, shaking the very heavens.
"What a grand scene! What a magnificent, ancient army!"
Fang Zong couldn't help but sincerely admire him.
A mere ten thousand troops.
He had seen many, not to mention armies of ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or even two hundred thousand, in columns.
If it weren't for the good background and the impressive appearance of the army armed with cold weapons, he wouldn't have bothered to take a second look. Even so, he only glanced at them briefly before looking at the thirteen galloping horses.
The twelve horses behind carried twelve generals, trash.
On the very front of the horse sat a majestic middle-aged man, exuding both the air of a warrior and a refined elegance, captivating all who beheld him.
It's also garbage.
"Trash, oh, slip of the tongue, hello Hai Muyue."
Fang Zong greeted him casually.
The twelve generals were enraged at the same time. They grabbed the reins, raised their horses high, and tried to give Fang Zong a taste of his power.
But before the horse's hooves could even reach their highest point, An You'er yawned, took a deep breath, and smashed all twelve generals into rolling tumbleweeds on the ground.
Hai Muyue's face stiffened.
He quickly dismounted, and after calming the twelve generals, he looked at Fang Zong with a face as bright and enthusiastic as if a spring breeze had been blowing across his cheeks.
"uncle."
He shouted immediately.
Fang Zong is Pi Fu's junior brother. He is Pi Fu's biological son, so calling him uncle is not a bad thing.
"What"
Fang Zong was stunned.
A moment later, a slap landed, "smack!"
"uncle"
"Smack!"
Why did the uncle beat his nephew?
"Smack!"
"I beg my uncle to give me a reason."
"Slap slap"
"Uncle, if you lay a hand on me again, don't blame me for being rude."
Hai Muyue was furious. With a wave of her hand, her tens of thousands of troops began to stir.
Fang Zong then glanced at him lazily, yawned, and muttered, "Hitting the kid when there's nothing else to do, just for fun."
Hai Muyue
I'll endure it, I'll endure it some more.
Given Fang Zong's status, it's fine to beat him up; he deserves it.
Hai Muyue smiled again, waved his hand behind him, and said in a very majestic manner, "Today, your nephew has come to welcome your uncle, to respectfully welcome your uncle to the position of Protector General of the Nation and Crown Prince. These young men are all your uncle's sons, here to welcome your uncle. Please, uncle, reward the three armies."
Fang Zong asked, "What will be the reward?"
"Meat, big chunks of meat; wine, big bowls of wine."
"Oh, the key is the beef, right?"
Fang Zong laughed heartily, his eyes sparkling like stars, and he unleashed the Star-Picking Killing Formation, filling the eyes of tens of thousands of soldiers with starlight.
It was as if stars were falling, countless stars, and what exploded out were all Fang Zong's small world of earth fire.
Exploding one will bring prosperity to the whole world;
One fried egg fills the air with its aroma.
Hot and sour soup, sweet and sour pork ribs, pickled cabbage, sour milk, sour dates, and sour vinegar;
Sweet wine, sweet corn, beets, desserts, sweet sorghum, sweet bread, melons, ice cream cones;
Bitter melon, bitter bamboo shoots, bitter vegetables, bitter gall, and bitter tea;
Spicy fish, chili sauce, chili oil, chili beans, spicy tofu
When they left the Eastern Kingdom, eight hundred top chefs filled Fang Zong's Earth Fire World with all sorts of delicacies, arranging them in order.
These fried items represent less than one percent of the total, but the aroma they released whetted the appetites of tens of thousands of soldiers, creating a cacophony of swallowing sounds.
"Hai Muyue ordered me to reward the troops by slaughtering cattle and sheep."
"However, someone created the Ox Spirit in order to get me to bring the plague into the country. How can I let everyone eat meat contaminated with the plague?"
"Eat and drink happily"
Fang Zong laughed heartily, waved his hand, and various delicacies were laid out in front of him.
First-class tofu and second-class congee, third-class auspiciousness and fourth-class vegetables.
Fang Zong ate and drank heartily, then grabbed Hai Muyue and pressed her face to the ground.
You'll be eating dirt.
He's straightforward.
Hai Muyue's conspiracy, and the rules that the ant set for him,
Sorry, it's none of his business.
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