Quick Wear: The Crazy Female Supporting Character Goes Crazy in the Crematorium

Chapter 65 65. The Merry Stepmother of the Demon Cult Leader (35)

"Send a message at the post station, hurry up!"

"Idlers give way."

Horseshoes were flying on the pipeline, and the people passing by couldn't help but hissed as they watched the postman passing by with a whip.

"I've met several groups of people in just a few days. What's the matter? Is there going to be a war again?"

The people next to him were also terrified: "Don't do it, you have to raise taxes after a war, this is unbearable."

The two had just mourned for a while, when suddenly laughter came from the side.

"You two old men, you are worrying too much."

The young man who spoke couldn't help showing off.

"My uncle is the head of the post station. The news will come out in two days. The current leader of the martial arts alliance has changed, and a woman has been changed. They respectfully call her Mrs. Cheng."

The young man deliberately paused for a moment, but the two old men were not too interested.

People from the rivers and lakes like to fight and kill. They don't farm or do business. They engage in love and hatred all day long. You kill me and I kill you.

Even if the leader of the martial arts alliance changes to a woman, what does it have to do with them?
The young man was a little frustrated, but he continued on.

"This is different. Mrs. Cheng not only defeated the previous leader of the martial arts alliance, but also exposed the opponent's conspiracy. She has made great achievements, and even the Holy Majesty will reward her."

Now the two old men are finally interested. One said that he must enter the palace and become a concubine, and the other said that he might as well ask for some gold.

The young man shook his head: "It's not true. Mrs. Cheng said that the world is too chaotic, so she specifically told the Holy One to beat the evil? Beat..."

The young man couldn't remember the word and scratched his face in embarrassment.

"Anyway, it is to purify the Jianghu. Now the first-class Jianghu masters who participated in the martial arts competition have been abolished by Mrs. Cheng and sent to the government. If there is a victim, they can report to the official, and they will not be killed."

One of the old men's hands began to tremble, "Really, really?"

The young man was dissatisfied and said, "I told you that my uncle is the head of the station. How can I still deceive you? Recently, the station's messengers can't be faked. Mrs. Cheng also wants to set up a supervision department. They all need to report to the Ministry of Supervision first, and if they bully the weak when they go out, they will be punished according to the law."

"Then what if this person runs away? Don't people who know martial arts run very fast? How can ordinary guards catch them?"

"No matter where the world is, Mrs. Cheng promises that the Ministry of Supervision will send experts to hunt him down and kill him endlessly."

The young man sighed with emotion: "Mrs. Cheng is really a strange woman. Now people in the Jianghu have to go to the Supervision Department to be registered first. Later, I will see if those reckless people dare to beat people."

Seeing his smug appearance and cock-like figure, it is obvious that he has been bullied before, and he is quite excited.

Before we could go on, one of the old farmers suddenly knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

"God open my eyes! Girl, it's finally time for Dad to take revenge. I'm going to report to the officials now, that beast...beasts will be rewarded with evil."

The old farmer wiped his tears and ran away, apparently heading towards the government.

The young man was suddenly dumbfounded: "What is he doing?"

The other old man shook his head and sighed: "His girl's beauty was taken by the direct disciple of Wuwei Sect, and he insisted on begging her to be a concubine. My daughter was..."

I didn't say anything later, but it never had a good ending. The young man lost his previous excitement and sighed.

"Heroes use martial arts to break the ban. It is said that learning martial arts is for the sake of being chivalrous, but how many people can do it?"

In a world without rules, those who have mastered superhuman powers are doomed to be impossible to restrain by morality.

The old man suddenly smiled: "Fortunately, everything will be fine in the future."

The young man looked in the direction of the post station. The news of the establishment of the Supervision Department was being transmitted from the imperial city layer by layer, like a beacon being lit, endlessly.

"Yeah, everything will be better."

Perhaps because of martial arts practice in this world, Cheng Yueshu has lived for a long time, enough time to establish the rules she wants, and make martial arts practitioners all over the world get used to the existence of the Ministry of Supervision.

After all, the existence of the Ministry of Supervision is not a bad thing for them. After all, the strong have their own strong hands. In the past, if they had treasures, they could easily be targeted by those with stronger martial arts. If they failed, they would bring disaster to their family.

It's all right now, everyone dare not do anything lightly, no matter how violent they are, they have to behave honestly under Cheng Yueshu's subordinates.

Xu Yuanzhe really didn't understand Cheng Yueshu's daily cultivation, and from time to time he went after some troublesome people.

"Sister, we are missionaries, and we can't take these out. It's better to exchange some halo abilities in the mall directly. The price is not expensive. You have so much luck now, you can buy anything, why do you still cultivate yourself? Woolen cloth."

As the master of the Tianji Pavilion, Xu Yuanzhe is well aware of the pain of cultivating the blood-cloth magic art. No matter how advanced Cheng Yueshu's martial arts is, he still has to endure the pain of tempering his muscles and veins all over his body, but he can't take it to the next world. Why bother?
Cheng Yueshu smiled slightly: "Idle is idle."

She has no system and doesn't know what a store is.

But Cheng Yueshu knows one thing, only what he has learned and mastered can be his own strength.

Xu Yuanzhe was completely convinced. He is a person who is greedy for enjoyment. He only likes some gold and silver things, and he is not interested in cultivation. He always uses points to bribe the system to pick a good identity.

He knew that his character and perseverance would not go far, and he had accepted his fate, but he also saw another possibility in Cheng Yueshu.

Thinking of this lie win, and thinking about the current world, Xu Yuanzhe finally made a major decision.

"Sister, I have something to tell you."

Xu Yuanzhe woke up suddenly in the middle of speaking, and took out a small silver ball the size of a fingernail from his bag.

Throwing it on the ground, a puff of smoke engulfed it, Cheng Yueshu frowned, and found that the two of them had come to a pure silver space, which did not belong to the technology of this era at all.

"what is this?"

Xu Yuanzhe habitually lowered his voice: "Don't care what it is, anyway, it's a black technology bought with points, which can temporarily block the live broadcast."

Oh, Cheng Yueshu remembered, Xu Yuanzhe said that everything about them was on the live broadcast, and she had sensed it inexplicably.

"What do you want to say to me?"

"Sister, you don't even want the system, you should be the one who plans to escape the control of the brain, right?"

Brain?The thing that made me feel so confused that I could only follow the plot?Cheng Yueshu's expression turned cold.

"of course."

Xu Yuanzhe whispered: "Then do you remember what you were like before you came in? I mean the memory before becoming a tasker."

Cheng Yueshu thought for a while: "I only remember that I died to save others."

Xu Yuanzhe slapped his thigh, "Except for a few taskers who stood at the top, all the taskers have lost their memories of the past. Few like my sister can remember the cause of death."

Xu Yuanzhe couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"No wonder you have such a high luck value, and you can still attract the protagonist's luck value! It turns out that the way of death is so noble, which is probably the preferential treatment of the brain."

Hmph, preferential treatment?Cheng Yueshu thought of her identity as a vicious female supporting role and the sentence she once heard that she mistaken her identity. If the brain can make mistakes, then why does it control everything.

But Cheng Yueshu didn't refute, just asked: "What exactly are you trying to say? If I'm not wrong, your stuff should also be time-sensitive, right?"

The silver light is gradually dimming, and I don't know where Xu Yuanzhe is talking so much nonsense.

Only then did Xu Yuanzhe realize it, and punched himself angrily.

"All right, sister, then I'll make a long story short."

"I have an invitation letter for the promotion competition, but we have been getting along for many years now, you should know that I am not aggressive, and this thing is useless in my hands, but I think you will need it. "

Cheng Yueshu: "Why?"

Xu Yuanzhe took a deep breath.

"Because the winner of this promotion competition can see the brain with his own eyes and ask it a question."

(End of this chapter)