National Beast Control: My battle pet is super powerful

"I didn't say anything like that."

Even as Sansheng shook the feather fan in his hand, the answer was already revealed in his words.

"But everyone must want to meet King Ye."

"Of course." Chen Peng replied, with excitement on his face. "I was originally a mercenary in distress. I ran around every day just for my mother's medicine. It was King Ye who saved me from fire and water. He not only cured my mother, but also saved me from danger." It gave me this blessing.”

"Chen Peng always remembers King Ye's kindness."

"Very good." Suan Sansheng nodded.

Ye Fan's friends are now all mature, but the most useful one is Chen Peng.

Be courteous and modest, work diligently, do things in a general way, and understand the overall situation.

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Such people have built the most stable cornerstone of Nanchuan.

"Prince Ye must miss you too." Suan Sansheng said, looking at Chen Peng who was looking excited.

Until now, Ye Fan is their spiritual totem and the core fuel of the giant Nanchuan.

"Li You is not here, but he is here, so he has to jump up." Chen Peng replied.

"Without him, Nanchuan seems to have lost a lot of interesting things." A smile appeared on Sansheng's face, but the next moment, he suddenly coughed violently.

"Military advisor, what's wrong with you!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Peng stepped forward and wanted to pat Sansheng on the back, but at a glance he saw blood on his feather fan.

"military adviser!"

His pupils tightened instantly, and Chen Peng was about to pick up Suan Sansheng.

"It's okay." Suan Sansheng blocked Chen Peng's hand with his feather fan, a hint of fatigue appeared on his expression.

"Let's go see a doctor. You're vomiting blood." Chen Peng was very concerned. "Military advisor, nothing must happen to you."

"It's okay, don't be nervous." Shuan Sansheng held down Chen Peng's hand, "My cultivation was ruined in my early years, which caused the root cause of the disease. This is normal."

"The doctor has already checked it with me. It's nothing serious. Don't worry."

"Has the doctor seen it..." Chen Peng was doubtful, but even though Sansheng's eyes were firm, he could only withdraw his hand.

The next moment, when he saw the mountain of memorials on the other side of Suan Sansheng's desk, he understood.

"Military advisor, you are unable to practice and your physique is worse than that of ordinary people. How can your body withstand such hard work every day?"

"It doesn't matter." Shuan Sansheng shook his head: "The memorial is a confidential matter for various places and cannot be delayed."

"With the recent war, things have become a bit more complicated. If it were normal, it wouldn't be a waste of effort."

"There will only be more and more memorials in the future." Chen Peng said hurriedly. He obviously knew the habit of counting three lives, so he dissuaded him: "I heard that the military advisor handles internal affairs, and will personally handle matters as small as the streets in the city."

"There are administrative executives everywhere. Many things can be handled by them. There is no need to be so tiring."

"In these troubled times, people are panicking. The establishment of Nanchuan is the hard work of King Ye and everyone. If I don't personally intervene, I won't worry." Suan Sansheng shook his head again: "It doesn't matter, I will just pay attention to rest these days."

"Military advisor..." Chen Peng still wanted to dissuade him, but when the words came to his lips, he looked at Sansheng's insistence and did not say anything out loud.

"Military Advisor, you and King Ye are the pillars of Nanchuan. The officers and soldiers of the army and the people are all able to work together because of Military Advisor and King Ye. It is also because of you that Nanchuan can have the power it has today."

After hesitating for a while, Chen Peng spoke again, and his words changed direction.

"Nanchuan cannot be without King Ye, and similarly, it cannot be without military advisors."

"I understand." How could Sansheng fail to hear Chen Peng's words? He put the feather fan on the table and showed a smile: "I once promised King Ye that I would help him dominate the world. Now the great cause is half , I still have many things to do.”

"I will take care of myself, don't worry."

"I hope everything goes well for the military advisor, and Chen Peng will feel at ease." Chen Peng cupped his hands, "I'll go to the medical hospital and ask them to prescribe some warm and restorative elixir for the military advisor."

"I'll just go by myself." Suan Sansheng replied and looked at Chen Peng: "I am not allowed to let others know about my illness."

"Yes..." Chen Peng responded and wanted to retreat, but looking at the three-life calculation, he seemed uneasy.

"You go about your business first. King Ye will be back soon. This is a good time to encourage the three armies."

After Sansheng urged him, Chen Peng gave his hand.

"Take care, military advisor."

"Go ahead."

Chen Peng hesitated to leave, but when he saw that Chen Peng was about to leave, Sansheng's eyes changed a little, and suddenly, he called out to Chen Peng.

"Chen Peng, I want to teach you some skills."

"Are you willing to learn?"

…

"Boy Ye Fan, when will you go home?"

On the streets of the small town, Ye Fan was walking slowly on the road with a "puppy".

The weather in late October, in this southern evening, is a bit cool.

The question came out of the "puppy's" mouth, and when Mark heard it, he just shook his head and continued walking.

"Speak, you are riding a horse!"

The puppy was naturally very strange. Seeing that Ye Fan didn't speak, it became furious: "You are pretending to be cold and cold!"

"Why are you always swearing now?" Ye Fan raised Qiongqi's neck: "Aren't you a Buddhist student? If you talk nonsense, you will go to tongue pulling hell."

"I know Buddhism, but I don't have to believe in Buddhism. I can't go to hell." Qiongqi was pinched at the back of his neck, but he did not give in. "I want to go home, so hurry up."

"You are still a home-loving beast." Ye Fan smiled and waved his hand: "I will go on a private visit to see if there are any bullies in Nanchuan recently."

"How can there be so many bad guys, and you can meet them all." Qiongqi muttered in reply, but didn't say anything else.

After walking two steps, it fluttered again: "Put me down, what the hell do you look like holding me??!"

"What level am I Qiongqi, should I be held by you?!"

"..."

Click, click.

The man and the beast walked in the small town bickering with each other. Soon, the night fell, and Ye Fan came to a teahouse and sat down.

"Young man, what do you want to drink?" The owner of the teahouse was an old man with a very bald head and only some white hair on his temples. He was in his seventies or eighties, but he was very energetic.

"Just a big bowl of tea." Ye Fan answered.

"Okay." The tea shop owner responded, and his eyes looked at the puppy at Ye Fan's feet again: "What about this guest, what do you want to drink?"

"Hmm?" With one sentence, Ye Fan and Qiongqi became alert.

Although Qiongqi's transformation was sloppy, it was not something that ordinary people could do. If it hadn't been noticed by people when he spoke, just by looking at the appearance, the eyesight under Glory would definitely have come out.

"Do you recognize it?" Ye Fan couldn't help but stare at the tea shop owner.

Could it be that he just walked casually and met a reclusive Glory strongman?

"Why should I recognize it?" Hearing this, the tea shop owner showed some inexplicable expressions on his face, "Isn't it your pet?"

"Yes, but you call it... guest?" Ye Fan continued to ask, "If it's just a pet, why call it guest?"

"Hey, aren't you people too much." Hearing this, the boss was a little angry.

"A few days ago, you pet owners were making a fuss everywhere, insisting that pets are the same as people and should be treated as people."

"My teahouse has been fussed about this many times this month, saying that pets also have human rights and should be called pet guests. I called them today, and you asked me why I called them?"

"It's wrong to call them, and it's wrong not to call them either. You just want to torment me, an old man, right?"