Rebirth before the natural disaster, stock up on supplies and then cultivate immortality

Chapter 87: Just teasing you
It was already midnight when Yan Feng and Sheng Luan returned.

The two men were accompanied by five or six disciples from the Chaoyang Group. One of them was injured and had blood on his stomach.

Everyone rushed over and carried the person upstairs.

"Bai Yue, get medical help quickly."

Yan Luo said.

She took out the hemostatic medicine from the space and sprinkled it on his wound.

Bai Yue used her healing power to soothe his wounds over and over again.

Yan Luo frowned and asked,
"what happened?"

Sheng Luan said,
"They were robbed by people from Tianmo Temple. Fortunately, Yan Feng and I arrived in time, otherwise they might have..."

At this point, Yan Feng said angrily,
"Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate? Those bald guys stole things and even wanted to kill people!"

Yan Luo's expression gradually turned cold, and she said,
"Tianmo Temple is trying to silence people."

Everyone understood instantly.

Something was robbed in Tianmo Temple, and they were afraid of Yan Luo’s revenge, so they killed people to silence them, so that Yan Luo would not know who stole the things.

"Bah, how shameless!"

Everyone was very angry.

Yan Luo taught earnestly,

"This may be commonplace in the future world of immortal cultivation. Be prepared. Don't be a saint in troubled times."

"I understand, Sister Luo."

"We don't actively harm others, but we also don't actively help others put ourselves in danger."

Yan Luo nodded with satisfaction.

While everyone is here tonight and can't sleep, Yan Luo said,
"I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

Yan Luo took out the book "The Secret of All Laws of Qiankun".

“This secret book is from the Fuguang Palace. Our Chaoyang Group has never had a name. I thought that since I have taken someone else’s secret book, I have accepted their inheritance.

Therefore, from now on, our Chaoyang Group will be officially renamed as Fuguang Temple."

She looked at the people below and asked softly,

"Do you have any objections?"

"No problem~"

"Sister Luo, our faction was founded by you, so of course you have the right to name it~"

"That's right, when our Fuguang Palace flourishes in the future, when anyone asks us, we will say that our founder is Yan Luo, hahahaha, so impressive~"

Yan Luo smiled knowingly, and from then on, ten thousand years later, there was Fuguang Palace again on the Yanling Continent.

In the space, red carp were happily jumping around in the stream.

Since Zuo Ye couldn’t sleep either, Yan Luo started distributing things to everyone.

All the disciples who have awakened their spiritual roots are given a storage bag, a magical sword, a spiritual stone, and some dry food.

Some of the disciples who stayed at home awakened later, and Yan Luo also distributed supplies to them.

In the end, only eleven people were left who had not yet awakened.

Yan Luo gave them a pistol and twenty bullets.

They were full of envy for those who were able to awaken their spiritual roots, and at the same time they were even more grateful to Yan Luo for not abandoning them.

By the early morning, the injured disciple woke up and Bai Yue said that he was out of danger. Everyone's worries were gone, and they all felt sleepy and went to sleep.

Maybe everyone was exhausted in the secret realm. Except for Yan Luo and his people, other forces returned to Qingliang Mountain and there was no movement for two days, not even a door was opened.

However, many refugees poured into the foot of Qingliang Mountain.

Since the natural disaster, there have been refugees everywhere. Qingliang Mountain, as the only exposed land in Shangyang City, has been flooded with refugees. But these two days are different. The refugees are in large groups, with terrified faces. The bodyguards guarding the foot of the mountain reported this situation.

Sun Zhengyang's face changed slightly.
At this time in the previous life.
Monster invasion?

He stood up from his chair in an instant.

if so
He thought quickly of a solution.

The secret realm was closed early in this life. There are still many forces in Qingliang Mountain, including the military. If they all stay to help
Zhou Family, Huo Qinglang heard that a large number of refugees had arrived, so he said,
"Those who are capable will stay here, be given food to eat, and be trained to become our own people."

As for how painful it is to live in a chaotic world without any ability, death is the end of everything.

He was wearing a white suit, a black bow tie, and his hair was combed into a shiny black color today.

He is going to see Yan Luo.

Yan Luo was instructing the disciples of Fuguang Palace in their practice. When she heard footsteps, she looked up lazily.

Huo Qinglang stood outside the courtyard and waved to Yan Luo gracefully. He smiled and called softly,
"Lolo."

Yan Luo:.
Damn, it's so annoying to be at the door so early in the morning.

The sudden onset of fever made her almost vomit her breakfast.

Yan Feng stood between the two of them and asked bluntly,
"Isn't this the son-in-law of the Zhou family? What are you doing here? Did Miss Zhou ask you to come and do the work?"

He spoke in a sarcastic tone, Huo Qinglang's face darkened and he gritted his teeth secretly.

He said,

"My ex-wife unfortunately passed away in the secret realm. Now the Zhou family has no choice but to let me take charge. I came here to see Luo Luo and see if she was injured in the secret realm."

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Suyu is dead?
Is it such a coincidence that he died?
The Zhou family has fallen into Huo Qinglang's hands
The deaths of Zhou Suyu and Zhou Ting.
Her eyes turned cold. This Huo Qinglang was indeed cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded.

Yan Feng was also surprised for a moment, but he immediately understood what Huo Qinglang meant.
"Hey, are you a liberated serf coming here to sing? Don't be a toad wanting to eat swan meat. You are a man whose wife just died. You don't observe the three-year mourning period, but you come to my sister's door to provoke and show off!

Go, go, go, or I'll beat you up!"

Yan Feng's curse was not very nice, which made the reserved Mr. Huo frown and even have murderous intentions.

But when he saw the corner of Yan Luo's clothes, he still suppressed his anger and said,

"Lolo, you know, I'm not here to show off, I just come to see you."

Yan Luo's cold voice came from behind Yan Feng.
"Mr. Huo said to kill the person sleeping next to me. I don't need you to watch over such a cruel person. Please leave."

Huo Qinglang said hurriedly,
"Didn't you say that I should marry you?"

Hearing this, Yan Luo smiled slightly and stood up from the chair behind her. Her white skirt fluttered gently in the breeze, and she floated to Yan Feng's side like a pure white jasmine flower.

She opened her red lips slightly, and said with a contemptuous tone,

"I'm just teasing you. Hehe."

In an instant, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head. Huo Qinglang could no longer maintain his gentlemanly demeanor. He frowned and questioned Yan Luo.

"You deliberately?"

"I do not know what you're talking about."

"You deliberately made me hate Zhou Suyu!"

Yan Luo spread his hands and said with a smile,

"What does it have to do with me that you hate her?

Huo Qinglang, you are still the same. You are a whore but still want to be a virtuous woman.

It's obvious that you hated her a long time ago, but now you're putting the blame on me for killing your wife~
You are so incompetent."

Huo Qinglang:
"Yan Luo!" He gritted his teeth, "I just regretted it. I found out that it was you I liked all along.
I like you, is that wrong?!"

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