Idle game leads to another world.

Chapter 766 Start taking action

All martial arts sects are very concerned about their reputation, and big sects like the Qi Jue Sect are often visited by fellow martial artists for advice, so guest rooms are a necessity.

Not to mention such big sects, even small sects like the Qingshan Sect where Yang Yiyi had stayed have guest rooms, but no one comes.

As soon as we walked out of the main hall, disciples immediately came to help lead the way, and they were extremely polite.

"Female warriors, please feel free to ask for anything you need. You are welcome."

"Thank you for leading the way, young man."

"Don't dare."

The disciple who led the way smiled shyly, returned the greeting and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, Wu Shaoyi came over quickly:
"You came to Qi Jue Men to deliver a letter? Whose letter is it?"

His big eyes were full of curiosity.

I always feel that the personality of this young lady is gradually collapsing.

Having said that, Yang Yiyi really didn't tell Wu Shaoyi about helping Ning Xianer deliver the letter. The main reason was that she didn't know Wu Shaoyi was going to go with them before leaving Xiashan Town, and later on, there were other people around her, so it was not convenient to tell her.

Considering that she would have to deliver several letters with Wu Shaoyi in the future, Yang Yiyi explained the whole thing in general.

"Ah? What did the letter say?"

When I heard that it was a secret letter from Tianjue Palace, it must be of great importance, but what was written in the letter?

"I don't know. Sister Ning didn't tell me, and I didn't dare to open it and look."

Yang Yiyi is a person who is entrusted with a task and is loyal to the person who entrusted her with the task. She would never do something like secretly opening a letter to read it.

"The letter is actually not very clear."

At this time, Li Chengqi interrupted and said:

"I just took a quick look and there was a sentence on the letter saying 'Don't ask about the road ahead, just go far away'. It felt like it might be a code that was agreed upon long ago."

Li Chengxi had a 45-degree bird's-eye view, so he could take a peek, but because of the perspective, he could only see this sentence clearly.

It doesn't sound like a greeting, but more like chicken soup for the soul. However, it is a bit outrageous for one leader to write chicken soup for another leader, so it is said to be more like a code.

"Brother Li, do you know what this means?"

"I don't know, but... I think it's probably related to the Sirius Cult."

Li Chengxi thought back to last year, when Yang Yiyi went to hide in Leishan.

After coming back, she lived in Tianjue Palace for a while. However, Ning Xianer, who came back at the same time as Yang Yiyi, left Tianjue Palace again soon. The reason given at that time was that Ning Xianer went to help deliver a letter.

Don't forget that there were people from the Tianlang Sect causing trouble in Leishan Zang at that time. Combined with the fact that Ning Xian'er went to deliver the letter immediately after returning, as well as Ning Xian'er's status and position in Tianjue Palace, it can be imagined that the content of the letter must be no trivial matter.

Moreover, the letter that Ning Xian'er sent through the messaging eagle not long ago also mentioned that a group of killers called Anxiangtang were trying to intercept, and the traitors in the Central Plains martial arts world might be unable to sit still.

Consider what happened in southern Xinjiang and combine them...

Oh shit, could it really be that the six major sects are besieging Guangmingding?

"Anyway, you two should be careful. I have something else to do during this period, so I may not be here all the time. Think carefully before doing anything, and don't be reckless."

"Know it."

"I'm worried because you don't know!"

"..."

Although Li Chengxi has bought a space capsule with three screens in front of him, allowing him to keep an eye on the three scripts at any time with just a glance, there are times when his attention is drawn away and he fails to notice what is happening elsewhere.

As for what 'something else' is...

Alyssa and the others are finally taking action.

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Seeing that the lunch break was almost over, Mr. Wilder walked out of the building, hurried to a nearby fast food restaurant to buy some fried bean balls, and then hurried back carrying the bag.

He is a typical and mediocre man, nearly forty years old, with a wife and children at home. The passion of his youth has been smoothed out by the impact of reality.

Being attentive to the boss, smiling to the clients, and accompanying the wife and children at home, it is no wonder that people become more and more greasy as they reach middle age. On the way back to the office, Mr. Wilder was still thinking about which client he had to meet in the afternoon and which report he had to submit.

Thinking about these things while walking, he couldn't help being absent-minded, and before he knew it, he felt like he had bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

The collision was so severe that not only did both parties fall down, but the things in Mr. Wilder's hands also fell to the ground.

When Mr. Wilder looked up, he felt something was wrong.

Because the person he hit was a little gangster girl with a two-pound iron on her face and a tattoo that spread all the way to her neck.

For an honest man like Mr. Wilder, running into her would definitely be a big trouble.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to help the man up.

But the other party obviously did not appreciate it. He directly slapped Mr. Wilder's hand away and screamed in a sharp voice:

"Where are you, honey! I'm being bullied!"

Mr. Wilder felt something was very wrong at the time, but this bad premonition soon became a reality.

A guy who looked to be more than two meters tall, as strong as a bear, and it was even hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, was like a dark cloud blocking the sunlight in front of Mr. Wilder. His bulging muscles almost made his leather jacket decorated with barbs burst.

When Mr. Wilder saw this outfit, his heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, this is a strong and scary biker gang.

Mr. Wilder hurried to explain, but the other party obviously wouldn't listen.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you hit us, take us to the hospital!"

This isn't about wanting to go to the hospital, it's clearly about blackmail.

But at the critical moment, Mr. Wilder noticed two sheriffs patrolling on the corner of the street, and he felt relieved.

Since the Molybdenum Group is an important source of tax revenue, the security forces in this area are very strong, and there are patrolling police everywhere.

The other party also noticed Mr. Wilder's look, glanced at the sheriff at the corner of the street, and smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Don't let me catch you next time."

After saying some harsh words, he led the little girl away.

Mr. Wilder secretly felt lucky to have escaped danger, and as for being harassed, he just considered it his bad luck.

This was just a trivial matter. Mr. Wilder picked up the fast food bag on the ground and walked quickly back to the company.

In his office, he wolfed down his lunch, but his afternoon schedule was still full, leaving him no time to rest.

Just as I put the last bite into my mouth, the phone in the office rang.

"Mr. Wilder, the lady who made an appointment yesterday has arrived."

Wilder quickly wiped his hands with wet wipes and asked as he wiped:

"Who is it?"

"Mrs. Moore."

"Oh, I see. Please let them in."

Mr. Wilder is in the sales department, which is better than handing out flyers door to door. At least he has an office, and he is not in charge of low-end projects, but rather the customization of personal aircraft.

The clients are quite troublesome, but I have to say the commission is quite high.

The children at home were going to school, which would cost a lot of money. Mr. Wilder had to work at full capacity and not let go of any customer.

He quickly tidied up his appearance, and soon there was a knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

Then, a lady wrapped in fur and wearing big sunglasses walked in. It was obvious at first glance that they were not an ordinary family.

(End of this chapter)