Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 833
Listening to these people's praises and comments on that hapless guy, An Qingli was sure that [-]% of that person was Master Mu Sheng.

Little Pegasus flung purple bangs in amazement in the mustard space. It could be regarded as having a new seriousness towards gray luck.

Gray luck is not necessarily bad luck, in some cases, it is also a life-saving talisman.

Other people's bad luck is one's own good luck, although Mu Sheng must have lived in fear and hardship along the way.

An Qingli washed the clothes slowly until dark.

Some people can't help but go to the toilet.

All the immortals in the upper world need to eat normally, so going to the toilet is also normal.

But there is no latrine specially built for women in the barracks, so they can only go to the weeds to solve it. This is the same rule in the past.

Where there are a lot of men, how can they care about these dispensable women.

In addition, when these women entered the barracks, the only low-level magical artifacts they had, including storage bags, had already been ordered to hand them over.

"If you want to go to the toilet, you have to be careful." A woman reminded her inexplicably, "Call my master together, here, they are all men, especially at night. At that night, cats and dogs are all possible. Get out, tsk..."

An Qingli stopped the clothes in her hands, walked out of the tent with several women, and went around to the grass behind the tent.

"Everyone, get closer and don't get separated." Someone reminded me uneasy.

An Qingli squatted down in the thatched jungle.

The moonlight was dim, and there were insects chirping in the grass.

Suddenly there was a slight sound in the grass, like the sound of a snake passing through the grass.

An Qingli turned her head and saw a hand covering the mouth of a woman next to her.

The woman didn't resist, but instead gave An Qingli a look, telling her not to meddle in her own business.

And the owner of that hand also pointed at An Qingli, making a warning gesture of wiping his neck.

An Qingli turned her head as expected, pretending she didn't see anything.

Out of sight is pure.

Then there were a few more noises in the grass.

As for what happened, Bingfeng and Xiao Lingxi could see clearly.

"Master, there are candidates for people with wrinkled faces, why are you worse than them..." Little Pegasus sighed pretendingly, for a moment, he didn't know whether he was lucky or should worry about his master's appearance at the moment.

Because the master dressed up too thoughtfully, even if he rolled up his sleeves, he was also a sick and consumptive ghost with a sallow complexion.

"Speak well." An Qingli frowned slightly, and Xiao Pegasus raised his bangs on his forehead, and immediately lost half of them.

There were thirty-one people when they went out, but only twenty-five people were left when they came back.

"Hey, do you want to look for it?" Someone panicked.

"What are you looking for?" A woman with a wrinkled face said with a smile, "I'll come back by myself in an hour or two, maybe I'll take the initiative to meet a concubine."

Some women also laughed, and also laughed in the tent room. In fact, among them, some of them came to wash clothes, which was fake, but it was real to meet their husbands and lovers.

Someone discovered that An Qingli, who had the highest cultivation level, had not returned.

"Tsk tsk, you really can't judge people by their appearance." Someone joked, "Unexpectedly, that little sick man has a good friend among this group of men."

"Small?" There was a woman who was puzzled, but the diseased tuberculosis didn't look small at all.

"Of course she is young." A woman said, "Didn't you hear the gatekeeper say that she is only over a thousand years old."

"Yes, yes, yes." Someone finally remembered, "You are so young and look so good, but your life is really bad."

An Qingli, who was considered unlucky, "picked up" a man's armor nearby in the grass, and put it on herself.

And the man who lost the armor watched helplessly as someone took his armor away, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Bitch!"

The man who threw the armor gritted his teeth and cursed, regretting the gesture of wiping An Qingli's neck just now.

I didn't expect that woman to be so revengeful.

Fortunately, this is not the only set of armor.

An Qingli is tall, wears more layers of clothes, and has some cloth strips tied around her waist, which makes her look like a man.

When she used the Wanxiang Pearl to roam the lower realms, An Qingli also dressed up in various appearances.

The moonlight was still a little dim, An Qingli waited in the grass for a long time, and then followed a few soldiers who hurried away, and detoured back to a camp.

The camp is big and a bit chaotic.

An Qingli went outside a large tent, and there were people lying here and there, all of them missing arms and legs, seriously injured and waiting for their wounds to heal.

Zhanmo County is poor, and the generals here are not rich either.

Some people have broken arms and legs, and they can't enjoy high-level elixir at all, so they can only lose arms and legs for the rest of their lives.

People in the lower world love to praise their good looks and the appearance of a fairy.

But the appearance of a fairy, and the embarrassment of the lack of arms and legs in front of him.

The tent was full of painful wailing.

An Qingli clutched her stomach, limped, pretended to be a wounded person, and sat slumped outside the tent, accompanied by some seriously injured people, staring at the moon in the sky with dull eyes, not knowing who or what she was thinking about.

There are specialized doctors who carry medicine boxes and treat them in this tent.

But the doctor's expression was also a little numb. He had seen too much, so he became numb.

At dawn, the camp blew horns.

The sound of the horn was loud and rapid.

This is the clarion call for assembly. The people in the barracks have to go to the drill field to practice and practice the formations and formulas to meet the enemy.

"Are you going?"

Three meters away to An Qingli's right, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old soldier spoke out.

This man was much younger than Hong Sandan, but his eyes were ashen.

He was sent here when he was very young, and he half-understood to learn how to change formations. When he was as tall as a horse, he went to the battlefield for the first time.

He is still alive until now, and his life has been recovered.

"Those sent to the seriously injured camp don't need to go." Someone covered the wound on his stomach and coughed, "But if you want to save your life on the battlefield in the future, you should go there and be more proficient."

"Well, let's go, anyway, it's just a drill, not a formal confrontation with the enemy."

Several people supported each other and ran to the training ground.

An Qingli limped and tried her best to follow behind.

There was still morning fog on the practice field, and it was impossible to see the end at a glance.

In a practice field of [-] people, a group of wounded soldiers stood in a corner of the practice field.

A one-eyed Daluo Jinxian stood in the void with a big knife in his hand.

Originally, the Da Luo Jinxian was far away, but in An Qingli's view, it was only the size of a fist.

But suddenly, the one-eyed big Luo Jinxian swayed, and his whole body immediately became hundreds of feet tall, and even the knife in his hand became seventy or eighty feet long.

The person is tall, the sword shines coldly, like a mountain like a mountain, the momentum is extremely compelling.

Although An Qingli knew that it was just a kind of illusion, but such a huge figure stood in front of him, and he couldn't help being shocked.

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