Chapter 129： on departure

"Is that a picture of you when you were eighteen?" Chen Yiming's eyelids jumped and he said calmly.

Concubine Mo Yan walked to the closet of the big bed in a few steps, stood up a flat photo frame, and said in a low voice, "Yes, there is a big difference between then and now."

"Indeed, I looked a lot slimmer at that time." Chen Yiming glanced at the photo frame on the cabinet and commented.

Inside the photo frame is a group photo. Inside, Concubine Mo Yan is smiling like a flower. The upper body is a camisole and the lower body is red hot pants, revealing a pair of long white and straight legs.

Judging from the photos, at that time, it was completely in the shape of the airport, which was several levels worse than now.

"At that time, I was the goddess of the Provincial City Martial Arts Academy, and the suitors could line up at the school gate." Mo Yanfei turned around and smiled.

"Unfortunately, that style is not my thing." Chen Yiming shook his head and said directly.

"I know." Concubine Mo Yan replied.

If Chen Yiming likes the style of the pure campus, there is no chance for her.

She took a few steps back to Chen Yiming and said softly, "Wait a minute, I'll be back when I go."

After speaking, he walked to the cloakroom next to him and locked the door after entering.

Hear a squeaking sound.

Chen Yiming's heart jumped, he pulled a chair and sat down.

In his heart, he could only say sorry to the transport convoy that was waiting for him, and there might be another delay.

After a few minutes.

There was a tearing sound from the cloakroom, followed by Concubine Mo Yan's cry for help.

"This dress is really too long, can you come in and help me mention it?"

There was a hint of temptation in his voice.

Chen Yiming understood, got up and walked to the cloakroom.

With a slight push, the locked door was pushed open and entered.

...

A wide area in the west of the city near the city gate.

Most of the logistics and transportation companies in Donghu City are located here.

At this time, more than a hundred large trucks with steel plates were lined up and waited.

These large trucks have different styles, and many of them can still see signs of damage. This is a fleet of temporary repairs in Donghu City after the bird and beast air attack.

Fang Hongkun and several other people in charge of the operation were sitting on the steps in front of a store next to the convoy.

He is the deputy director of the logistics department of Donghu City, and he is also the general person in charge of the convoy going to Luoxi City, coordinating all the round-trip affairs of this operation.

Several responsible persons, originally talking about the post-disaster reconstruction work, turned to Chen Yiming.

Feng Wenxing looked up at the sun, and took the lead in complaining: "It's almost noon, why hasn't this Chen Yiming come yet? We just kept us waiting all morning."

Fan Ronghua next to him sighed and said helplessly, "I've seen too many unreliable folk martial arts geniuses, and it would be nice to finally be able to come."

"Do you just wait like this?" Feng Wenxing said angrily.

"Then what else can be done, as long as the strength is strong enough, there will always be some privileges." Fan Ronghua spread his hands and replied.

Feng Wenxing's face suffocated when he heard the words.

Chen Yiming has been practicing martial arts for nearly a year, and the news that he has broken through to the realm of a quasi-warrior has spread.

Although Ren Pingsheng was not seen by a big man in the second stage of the martial artist realm, but in the entire East Lake City, only one of the city guards dared to say such a thing.

Other Donghu City military and civilian warrior realms are optimistic that Chen Yiming will become a new generation warrior realm force in East Lake City in the near future.

Therefore, Hong Yi, the big man in charge of the affairs of East Lake City, will come to visit in person. Wan Rong, the current owner of the Mango Serpent Sword Museum, did not care about the indirect death of Lin Yixuan, and wanted Chen Yiming to take over as the owner of the museum.

"All grievances are put away, people are here." Fang Hongkun said lightly.

There is a majesty in his tone, and there is no room for doubt from his subordinates.

Feng Wenxing took a deep breath. He knew that the most important thing was to return the support materials smoothly, so he could only press his emotions back to the bottom of his heart.

At this time, a mile or two away, a figure came towards him.

The person who came was Chen Yiming, who sneaked back to Donghu City and put on a training suit.

He sighed in his heart, and blamed Mo Yanfei for being too enthusiastic.

The two meet soon.

As soon as he came up, Chen Yiming took the initiative to apologize and said, "I suddenly got inspiration when I drew the mood map, and I suddenly forgot the time."

"It doesn't matter, we eat lunch on the road, and the time won't be too much." Fang Hongkun laughed.

His tone was gentle, not at all like the other officers in charge who had been ordered just now.

When Feng Wenxing next to him heard it, a sudden grievance came to his heart.

How long it takes to eat lunch is dozens of times longer than a morning.

But his own minister didn't mean to blame Chen Yiming for being late, but took the initiative to help the other party find the stairs.

"The convoy drives as fast as possible on the road." Chen Yiming said directly.

At the same time, the villain in the spiritual world turned into a black fog, and the black fog spread out, like a dark and terrifying world.

This is the image of the image of the mantra swordsmanship. After he grabbed it from Lin Yixuan, he learned it in seconds.

After cultivating a trace of black mist in the body, it was released on the palm, and the entire palm suddenly became pitch black.

This was what he had planned on his way here.

Having mastered the shape changes of the inner strength, there are not many people who can threaten his life. It is time to appear in front of the stage as a warrior.

With the status, it is more convenient for his cultivation planning, whether it is to integrate intelligence forces, or to find sword manuals and follow-up cultivation methods.

When Feng Wenxing saw this, he only felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

It was dark in front of him, and the whole person fell backwards.

"Huh?" Chen Yiming glanced.

Putting his hand down, the demonstration blow he had just prepared was accidentally interrupted.

Fan Ronghua was the first to react, and he stretched out his foot to catch Feng Wenxing's head.

"Have you suffered from heat stroke?"

The other people next to him reacted a second time and hurried over to help them sit up.

"Why did you suddenly faint?" Chen Yiming asked in surprise.

The physical quality of a person who practices martial arts is not comparable to that of ordinary people Compared with him, he may not have much achievements in martial arts, but he should not be so fragile.

Fan Ronghua, who knew the reason, helped out and said, "He has low blood sugar. It is estimated that he forgot to eat breakfast, and the sun is too hot at noon."

Chen Yiming nodded.

Although it still feels a little strange, such a small thing is not worth the effort to think about, and forget it in the blink of an eye.

"Fan Ronghua, find someone to take Feng Wenxing to the hospital, we will go directly." Fang Hongkun's expression remained unchanged and he arranged.

"No problem. After I settle down, I will go with the last big truck." Fan Ronghua replied.

After more than 100 large trucks set off, they need to register one by one to pass through the city gate.

During this period, every large truck had to stop, start and stop countless times, and it took at least ten or twenty minutes to get out of the city.

After dealing with the turbulence of the accident, Fang Hongkun led Chen Yiming into the back seat of an off-road vehicle.

Under the leadership of the off-road vehicle, the large trucks lined up one after another, driving mightily on the highway, heading towards the city gate.

From a distance, the convoy looks like a long dragon, two or three miles apart.

In the end, it took nearly half an hour, a little longer than expected, and all the large trucks went out of the city smoothly.

Then, the convoy set off along the provincial road.

Along the way, you will enter several cities to replenish fuel. It is estimated that it will take three or four days to reach Losy City across a distance of nearly 2,000 kilometers.

...

The first day, eight o'clock in the evening.

It was getting dark and the sun had already set.

The convoy arrived at the expected parking spot and all went well.