At this moment, the soldiers were ready to take action, but Du Chen smiled and patted a leading general's face, shaking the token of the senior clergy of the Holy Sect in front of him - he didn't dare to take the ones that were too high-level, Du Chen was afraid that these ordinary soldiers would not recognize them!

"Little guy, do you know this?"

The general suddenly changed his expression and turned around and shouted: "Return the spear and arrest Mrs. Aaron, for the crime, blasphemy!"

Mrs. Aaron was stunned, everyone was stunned.

Du Chen smiled, "My child, God said, how should you deal with Mrs. Aaron? You can deal with her! Don't bother me again, do you understand?"

As he said that, he waved his sleeves and turned around and left the sacrificial hall, leaving only a group of soldiers who were marching straight, as well as a group of stunned people.

After looking for a hotel to take a shower and change his clothes, Du Chen speeded up to the ranch. When he was about to arrive at the ranch, he had forgotten this incident - too many similar things happened, and even his super memory was too lazy to remember so many things.

Not long after, the unstable priest went to deliver medicine to the old beggar, thinking in his mind that this beggar would not be a big man who lost power, right? Although it fell, many big friends also took care of him!

Cramped, the priest pushed open the door of the ward, and with a bang, the medicine bowl in his hand slipped down and broke, "This, this..."

On the hospital bed, there was only a shabby beggar's outfit, and a...skin!

In the remote back street of the sacrificial place, a thin old man in a green robe had a strong face and was no ordinary person at first glance.

There was no one around. He took a light step. With just one step, he suddenly took several feet away, as if the earth had shortened at his feet. Not only the earth had shortened, but the old man's body was getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely in the black and yellow soil of the back street...

A moment later, outside the Haitian Pass, there was a very simple carriage parked in the empty field, as if there were an ordinary group of merchants resting here.

The old man's body grew bigger and bigger again. When he arrived at the carriage, he had already recovered his true body!

Suddenly, the old man spread his hands and bowed slightly, and said respectfully in an extremely ancient manner and extremely ancient language: "Master, I have investigated Francis' character. Everyone says that Francis is good and has the legacy of a hero who falls into the gods. In the eyes of an old servant, he can be at least seven points of trust!"

"What about the other three points?" A mysterious voice came from the carriage.

"The other three points are that the old servant only sees the person and his actions, but not the person's heart, and he dare not confirm whether he is a sacred villain who is extremely hypocritical and wants to deceive the whole world by doing good deeds and fight for the reputation of all ages!"

"Well, even if it is extremely hypocritical, it is already very valuable for those who can make you believe in kindness! What about other aspects? You know what I want to ask!"

The old servant suddenly laughed, "Blonde hair and blue eyes, handsome and free, decent, and arrogant. He is indeed one of the few handsome men in the world..."

"Is this really the case? Hum?" The voice became very rapid, as if he had won a prize of tens of millions. He couldn't believe it in his heart and was anxious to confirm it.

The old servant nodded with a smile, "To be fair, the old servant only saw Francis's appearance and demeanor in his life! He will never lose to anyone!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" The person in the car called out three good words in a row, and then burst into laughter, "Such handsome little guy can't fall into the hands of others! Hahahaha..."

Haha! The laughter scared away a group of crows in the sky.

The old man pursed his lips tightly and lowered his head and said, "Master, do I still want it..."

"Continue, continue, it's better to get me a portrait of Frances, be the most handsome, hahahaha..."

The old man respectfully stepped back, but a sentence appeared in his heart - Master, your plant secretion in the Doushen body is disordered, and you should use the secret method of water-based steady flow to adjust it!

Oh my God, I really am with such a master... Oh, I didn't expect that I would be so arrogant... I actually pretended to be a beggar for my master's own selfish desires, and I was still an old beggar with black blood disease! Only this master in the world can give such an order...

The old man disappeared on the earth.

By the way, if the words in his heart were replaced by people on Earth, it would be... I feel dissonant, it's time to take medicine!

When Du Chen came to the ranch, he was still wondering why the lotus did not respond after saving a life this time? Well, it was the third hexagram, which was calculated by using a thousand lives. This time, he only saved a life, which could make the eighth lotus bloom one thousandth of a thousandth of a thousandth of a flower, or even smaller. Such a small change should not be reflected!

After thinking about it, there was only one possibility. When Du Chen recognized this idea, Damir Ranch also appeared in front of him.

Old Bibby, Johnson and the Bate people were waiting for Du Chen at the door of the ranch. When he saw Du Chen coming, he picked up his bones and appeared beside him, holding Xiao Beibei, and whispered: "Master, according to Johnson, Susanna is not dead yet!"

"This vixen is not dead yet!" Du Chen raised his hand, touched his nose, and said quickly: "Susanna will definitely investigate me before she dies, but she did not see me backfire when she was robbing the tomb. So... she might still think that I am a friend, so she will go to Yorktown to ask me for help!"

Du Chen made up his mind and took his daughter from Jibo's hand. "Jiaobo, you can send a letter to York Town in my name. As long as you see the beauty of the fox clan and find the Thirteenth Master, you can treat her well, and find out how many of her subordinates are still alive. Then..." He raised his right arm and stroked his little finger in front of his neck. "The big guys in York Town are all wise people, so I don't need to say more about the rest!"

"Yes, I'll go now!" Chebo nodded and turned around to do business.

"Wait, you don't have to go to the robber!" Du Chen touched his nose and thought for a while, and said to the robber and his daughter: "We have never met Susanna, nor have we participated in tomb robbing, right?"

Chegu nodded with Xiao Beibei with understanding, and a kind smile streaked across Du Chen's mouth. He walked towards the Dobert again, "Don't worry, Susanna will not live long! But for the sake of your life safety, please don't tell me about this." As he said that, Du Chen suddenly realized that there were a lot fewer Doberts, including the ones who should be 274, and there were less than two hundred people present.

He couldn't help but look at Johnson in confusion.

"Benefather, thank you for everything you have done for us. Although Susanna escaped, I believe that the Supreme Father God will not let this disobedient descendant go!" Johnson saw Du Chen's puzzled gaze and explained: "Benefather, you have great kindness to us and have arranged a way out for us. However, some of my compatriots are reluctant to leave the prairie. They returned to Kulun's landlords, but I have told them to hide their names and build another village!"

Du Chen nodded in understanding, the hometown was hard to leave, and the Doberts' approach was understandable, "Okay, Johnson, the rest of you will pack up immediately. I will give you a suitable land in the hills along the Newing River! It will definitely give you space for freedom and survival!"

"Benefather, we Doberts do not need land, and we have already received your great kindness and cannot accept your land for nothing!" Old Bibi pushed his son away, stepped forward and bowed and said tremblingly: "I already know that you are a lord of Lanning. We Doberts have no other abilities. If your territory needs some craftsmen who dig holes and canals, we are willing to serve you and exchange our abilities for food and houses!"

A stubborn orc! Du Chen smiled.

Old Bibi continued: "But we only have one request, we can be engineers in your territory's army, but we will never participate in any military operations against the prairie!"

"You don't have to worry about this. My territory is in the southernmost part of Lanning, facing the sea, and is thousands of miles away from the prairie... My army will never participate in the war against McAllen!" He shrugged, "To be honest, Lanning's southern soldiers are the ones that Lanning soldiers look down upon the most. They will do nothing except catch bandits and bully civilians, because there has been no war in the south of Lanning for many years!"

The Doberts all smiled from the bottom of their hearts.

But at this moment, he flew into the distance, "Young Master, someone is here!" His speed was very fast, almost comparable to his speed in the battle.

"I found this Dobert fainted on the side of the road, and he seemed to be Johnson's friend!"

The bones fell to Du Chen, and he was holding a Daubet man in his hand.

"Cherry! It'sCherry!" Johnson was shocked and hurried over. "What's wrong with that?Cherry should be incognito and live his previous life again! He..."

Cheri was trembling all over, his face was ashes and dark, his limbs were curled up in his arms, and he kept retching, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"Black blood disease?" Du Chen was shocked. The symptoms of this Bite man were exactly the same as the beggar he saved in the daytime!

Regardless of whether the lotus holy light was useful or not, Du Chen irradiated the holy light on him, and then hurriedly said: "Hurry up, call the priests in the ranch and let them bring all the medicines to treat melanemia!"

"Oh my God, how could it be black blood disease!?" Johnson hurried into the ranch.

"Wait!" Old Bibi suddenly shouted at his son, "No, although it looks very similar, it shouldn't be black blood. Lord Francis, believe me, I, Old Bibi, have experienced black blood three times. I dare to swear, Cheri looks very similar to black blood, but definitely not!" As he said that, he scratched Cheri's arm with his sharp fingertips, and a trace of blood flowed out, red!

Old Bibi then shouted anxiously, "It's really not black blood disease, Johnson, go and invite the shamans in the ranch!"

As expected, the old man is still rich in experience! Du Chen sighed in his heart, "Old Boy, look at Cherie, this is..." Suddenly, Du Chen found that Old Bibi's face was ashes and his whole body was trembling.

"It's a curse, it's a curse!" He shouted in disbelief.

At this time, the 'Lao Liu' played a role, and Cheri actually woke up. But after seeing the people in front of him, he immediately raised his arms and shouted: "Elder, you are dead, your compatriots are dead... Only I will survive and find you..."
Chapter completed!