Chapter 1829

Because of the particularity of Xichang, Fuwang's army has always made rapid progress, with incredible success.

Every time Fu Wang looks at the war report, he has a feeling that he is daydreaming.

Xichang is at least a country. How can it be as fragile as paper?

Why is a country divided into hundreds of pieces, each doing its own thing and fighting its own war?

It's worried that the enemy's intestines and stomach are difficult to digest, so take the initiative to dismember and cut into small pieces?

Obviously won, but Fuwang had the illusion of going bald.

Sad bald!

This victory is too easy for everyone to be so casual.

"Isn't that good?"

Meng Hun couldn't understand Fuwang's brain circuit. People wanted the enemy's IQ to be as low as mentally retarded, but Fuwang sighed.

If the enemy is very strong, won't his own casualties be great?

Fu Wang said, "good is good. I'm not comfortable."

No sense of achievement. It's too hard.

All the way, Fu Wangdu was eager to have an enemy with equal strength. As a result, until he passed around the corner and took Xichang before the Lord recovered Beiyuan, the "enemy" he hoped did not appear. No, it should be said that it appeared, but because of the great disparity in strength, people struggled symbolically and were pushed flat all the way by the heavily armed Fuwang carrying a cannon_ (: з) ∠)_

Xichang is divided into more than 100 pieces, and the largest is more than half of the States and counties. How many troops can it add up to?

There are more than 200000 elite under Fuwang's account. To exaggerate, one spit can push the enemy's wall to that.

It's not that the enemy doesn't give too much strength. It's clear that the strength level of the opposing sides is not in one dimension.

Two days after the news of Fuwang's victory came, Jiang Pengji completely flattened Beiyuan.

The speed surprised the salted fish in the live studio watching Jiang Pengji grow step by step.

At this time, a local tyrant salted fish made a noise.

[hell killing ground]: I don't think it's strange. When there is no money, it takes a long time to earn 120000 yuan. All kinds of plans are made to save money and calculate life. When you are rich and have a fortune of hundreds of millions, is it still difficult to earn 10000 or 20000? There is more than that money in the bank. I think the anchor is in this state now. She has passed the hardest years. There are millions of soldiers and horses under the account. If you can't even take Beiyuan and Xichang in this state, is it strange?

[sneaking into Africa]: Mom, when I came back from a business trip, the anchor had finished?

[musician Zhuge Qin demon]: as the first group of followers, should we prepare to celebrate the arrival of the anchor?

[canteen cooking aunt]: OK, OK, I've figured out the way to help. The canteen window is half price all day!

[LAN destroys jade without breaking]: so fast? Can the anchor arrange the climax time during the dream back to the Millennium activity? Maybe there's a European emperor who can represent us to attend the Premiership ceremony of the anchor - the real name system envies the European emperor, the European emperor among the European emperors!

[I see your chrysanthemum is poisonous]: not necessarily. Who knows where the hell emperor Ou was sent? The last time I dreamt back to the millennium was a deserted island. It is said that the southernmost place of the five countries is second only to the hair distribution place of beheading... Last time, it was in the northernmost part of Beiyuan and froze to death.

[Wujiang pickled mustard]: the southernmost one, isn't the European emperor European? People ate oysters all day and I was so greedy.

[light years away]: the northernmost part of Beiyuan is not black. The one who was finally brought back by the anchor princess is the envy of the real name system.

The salted fish chattered and talked about what they were going to do one by one.

They have been waiting for this activity for 17 years!!!

It's still four months to 18 years!!!

[sneaking into Africa]: the longest love confession in the world is - I'll accompany you until the anchor reaches the top and her children reach the top again.

[Yinuo Qingchang]: poof -- come on, I've been waiting half my life for the anchor to ascend. The anchor's children can only wait for my children or grandchildren to burn the video disc to me. I didn't expect to wait until this day in my lifetime, and tears came to my face unconsciously.

[picturesque beauty]: it's Tomb Sweeping Day in two months. Finally, I can go to Grandpa's grave and tell him that he has finally achieved results after chasing the anchor for seven or eight years_ (: з) ∠)_ I always thought it was a stem, but I didn't expect it to happen to me.

When these salted fish first entered the live studio, I'm afraid they didn't expect to accompany Jiang Pengji for so many years.

Seventeen years and eight months, too long.

Others' childhood and youth are XX TV dramas, XX games and XX cartoons. Their youth and childhood are Jiang Pengji.

What's more, someone's partner is Jiang Pengji_ (: з) ∠)_

[the end of time]: ha ha - I want to laugh at this. A girl in a white wedding dress took a wedding photo with Jiang Pengji, a graduate of the last University. What's more, many boys also married the anchor in their wedding dress in that session - the anchor is probably the only peerless scum woman who hasn't broken the law in bigamy and a group of little wives and husbands can laugh happily.

Jiang Pengji, a passive slag woman, said she didn't carry the pot.

On this day, before closing the live studio, Jiang Pengji solemnly gave a federal military salute to the salted fish.

"Thank you for your company for more than ten years - the soul of the federal army is with you!"

Most of the salted fish happily received this gift.

They have been hated too much by Jiang Pengji. It's rare for the anchor to put down his body and salute them once. It's really cool.

Only a few salted fish figured out something wrong from Jiang Pengji's actions.

This——

How does this look like a final farewell?

Can it be said that when they get up tomorrow morning, they will never find the familiar room number again?

The salted fish were flustered to ask, but they were too few, and the barrage was covered by the hilarious barrage.

Before Jiang Pengji closed the studio, she said, "I look forward to drinking with one of you on the day of my accession to the throne."

The voice fell and the screen in the live broadcasting room was completely closed.

"I knew there would be such a day."

That night, Jiang Pengji ate, washed and worked as usual.

At the middle of the month, as time approached the third watch, there was a knock outside the door.

When Jiang Pengji heard the movement and silence, she put down her pen after thinking. When she got up, she took the divine chopping knife.

The reflection on the door leaf was familiar. Jiang Pengji stared for a long time and raised her hand to open the door.

They looked at each other silently, just as they first met.

One kneels respectfully and the other looks down calmly.

"You shouldn't be here, Xiaoyu."

People who should have been in maruju suddenly appeared in the northernmost ice and snow city of Beiyuan, which is beyond human power.

"Xiaoyu knows it's not right, but someone asked him to do it. Please forgive me, Lord."

Jiang Pengji looked at Xu Ke calmly.

Xu Ke said with a smile, "it seems that the Lord knows in his heart, but he wants to go?"

Jiang Pengji asked, "how about not going?"

Xu Ke said, "not so much. It's just that your highness and Zixiao will encounter some trouble. I'm afraid the Lord won't want to see it."

Jiang Pengji said, "... Wait for me to change my clothes."

Xu Ke said with a smile, "I'm waiting."