Girl, there's something wrong with you

As the war in the north continued, more and more refugees moved south.

The Beifu Army has expanded its recruitment three times in a row, almost reaching its saturation limit. There are still a large number of northern men who can't find a job. Various refugee gangs are popping up like mushrooms after the rain, and gunfire can be heard every night.

The Cheng, Xing, Chu and Li clans quickly formed militia forces under the arrangement of the shogunate and began to relieve the growing pressure on public security.

The two father-in-laws were also appointed to military positions. Although they came through nepotism, everyone only knew that their daughters' bloodline and grade potential were extraordinary, so they were able to do well.

Jiankang City has frequently called for help recently. According to Liu Daojian, it is said that the Liyang Army's offensive has begun to intensify, so that the troops here are already stretched thin.

No matter how the Beifu Army rows, there is no way to preserve its strength now. After approval from the shogunate, they were allowed to start devoting troops to the war and confirm the true situation of the Liyang Army.

Of course, in response to Jiankang's request for help, he still had to send troops. It's just that the security pressure in Jingkou has been too great recently, so there are not many troops that can be mobilized, and they are mainly refugees from the north. It will take some time for training. I believe Jiankang can understand.

After the message was sent, there was no response from Taicheng.

Cheng Jinyang felt a little guilty. However, in this era, the relationship between Jiezhen and the central government is like this. If you ask for everything from the central government, you will basically not be able to develop. It's hard to talk to other towns, but you are particularly easy to talk to. The central government can't put all its demands on you?

It is normal to bargain and see-saw for several days. Since there was no response from Taicheng, the Beifu Army was happy to pretend to be deaf and dumb and wait and see again in a few days.

That night, there were nine people in the bedroom of the Admiral's Mansion, almost turning it into a dormitory.

Looking at Xing Yunzhi and Yang Wangshu, Lu Qingyun asked Zheng Qiupei in a low voice:

"Why do they have separate beds and we don't?"

"Xiao Wangshu has social anxiety and Yuan Zhi has mysophobia. Neither of them can stay with us." Zheng Qiupei comforted her.

"Then why can't this man... well, I mean Jinyang, sleep in a bed alone?"

Lu Qingyun asked in a low voice.

She was too nervous last night, so she didn't dare to protest. Seeing that everyone was in a good mood tonight, she quietly asked Zheng Qiupei: If we just sleep on the same bed with him, are we girls going to give up on our reputation?

This stopped Zheng Qiupei from asking. She tilted her head in confusion and didn't think of how to reply for a long time.

Think about it carefully, except for Xing Yunzhi and Yang Wangshu, how do the other girls view this matter?

Chu Qingqing: I want to hug Jinyang.

Cui Jinqi: I want to be hugged by Jinyang.

Wang Wanrou: Boring.

Li Qingwan: As long as everyone is happy.

Self: Ah, aren’t we all friends? Even if we sleep together, it doesn't matter as long as we don't do anything...

"It's like this." Zheng Qiupei explained, "Look, don't Qingqing and Jinqi sleep next to him, one on the left and the other on the right? Although we also sleep on that bed, we don't have direct contact with him, so... It doesn’t matter, right?”

Lu Qingyun:…………

Aren’t you deceiving yourself? ! !

However, Lu Qingyun had no choice but to go to the bathroom and change into pajamas.

The current position on the bed is like this: Miss Wang is on the left by the window, then Cui Xiaoniang, then Cheng Jinyang, then Chu Qingqing, and on the right are Li Qingwan, Zheng Qiupei and Lu Qingyun, crowded on a large bed. Seven people.

If Cheng Jinyang hadn't had the foresight to build the Admiral's Mansion in Jingkou, he would have made the bedroom extremely large, and the width of the bed would have reached an astonishing five meters, so many people would not be able to lie down at this time.

"It's too crowded." Wang Wanrou sat by the window, looking at the row of people leaning on pillows here, and said coldly, "I'll turn off your ability to attract people in dreams for now. Our team should be based on It is better to have strict recruitment standards than to blindly expand the capacity and lower the average standard of the players."

"Ah, do you want to turn it off?" Cheng Jinyang hesitated subconsciously. Because the bedroom is not big enough...can't it be demolished and rebuilt?

Then I thought about it, the bedroom can be expanded infinitely, can my kidney water be regenerated infinitely?

"Okay." For health reasons, he finally nodded in agreement.

The originally heavy atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed and relaxed, and he was so shocked that he suddenly had the lingering fear of escaping a disaster:

If he had just refused without thinking, something terrible would have happened right away...

But now that Cheng Jinyang has agreed to turn off the function of attracting people, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, so they joked and watched, and everyone started doing their own things again.

In a dream.

Since most people had already been promoted to the fifth rank, Cheng Jinyang came to Yujing San and asked how to rise to the fourth rank.

"Oh, your bloodline concentration has already reached the level of Demon." Yujing San thought about it and said, "Then we will move closer to the realm of Shura."

"Shura?"

"It is the prerequisite state for becoming a demon god." Yujing San patted her barren chest, "For example, my sister is Shura Consummation, which is one step short of the demon god state."

Cheng Jinyang secretly knew: Demon = fifth grade; Shura = fourth grade; Demon God = third grade...

"From Demon to Shura, generally the focus is on killing monsters." Tamai San continued.

"Every weird horse is 0.05. If I kill 6 with a flying sword every second, that's 360 per minute, about 20,000 per hour. Calculating 10 hours a night, that's 200,000, which is about 10,000 horses. Around." Cheng Jinyang calculated for her, "It takes 10 million horses to reach the fourth level, which means it will take 900 days or two and a half years... This is too long, I can't wait!"

"Two and a half years to reach Shura is already amazingly fast, isn't it?" Yujing San opened his eyes and said with his hands on his hips, "My sister didn't have fancy superpowers like you back then. She just ran around looking for weird things, and then punched them. I beat him to death physically, and it took him more than a hundred years to reach the Shura realm!"

Cheng Jinyang:………………

Indeed, Tamai San is so physically strong that he is almost invincible in a single fight, but he is not very good at efficient harvesting.

With the distribution density of monsters on Changxing Island, even if it only takes one punch to kill each time, killing up to 10 monsters per minute would be overwhelming. Without the ability to fly, and without the means of long-range and wide-range attacks, can't we just use the method of stacking time to practice?

Nearly a hundred years... only the immortal demon can wait that long. Human beings do not rely on mechanical prosthetics to replace aging tissues. It would be great if they can still move for a hundred years. What a waste of training!

"I have a question." Wang Wanrou poked her head out from the side and asked, "Shura doesn't have superpowers, right? So why does he suddenly have superpowers when he reaches the realm of demon gods?"

"You look disgusting, I don't want to talk to you." Yu Jingsan glared at her.

Wang Wanrou:?

A smile slowly appeared on her face:

"Why, are you jealous of my beauty?"

"Hmm." Yujing San said with disgust, "Why do you have these facial features? Taken individually, there is nothing unusual about it, but when put together, there is a weird sense of perfect harmony that people can't even imitate. Imitation. Well, unless it is copied completely, any slight deviation in any detail will not make it perfect.”

"This is the real beauty." Wang Wanrou said confidently, "The kind of faces that can be copied by Internet celebrities are just inferior imitations of beauty."

"Oh, if I slashed your face a few times, I wonder if you would still be able to say such arrogant words." Yujing said in a threatening tone.

"Will you destroy it if you don't get it?" Cheng Jinyang also came to join in the fun.

"Just talking." Yujing San waved his hand, "Other monsters don't have such a good temper as me. Just be careful, you beautiful monster."