Money can make a ghost grind a mill. - Ancient Aegean proverb.

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  Prince Richard and Helen bid each other a reluctant farewell outside Witherstone Castle.

  For some reason, the prince summoned his own knight's mount, a Wyvern covered in sword-like bony armor.

  The sunset is like blood, the wasteland stretches far away.

  The majestic demonic mount paired with the masculine Prince Richard, plus the beautiful and naturally charming Helen, formed a scene that could only be found in myths or operas.

  On the desolate plain, the biting wind blew the prince's golden hair into a frenzy, and the unique fragrance of the fox tribe girl lingered on his nose.

  The bravery in the prince's eyes disappeared, leaving only a gentle affection like water.

  Liu Zhenyong beside him was like a thug from a myth.

  Behind the rioter stood a group of heavily armed pandas, their black eyes wide with respect as they watched him pick his teeth.

  This afternoon at lunchtime, Wangzi was only concerned with showing off his own talents, while Liu Zhen was only concerned with sweeping away the remaining clouds.

  The prince finished speaking and lowered his head, and there was no food on the table.

  "Thank you for your hospitality today!" Helen said with a hint of pride to the prince, "Your Highness, I, this country bumpkin Fox, have finally seen what it means by the prosperity of a big city."

  "Helen, may I have one of your gloves to treasure in my helmet?" Prince Richard's eyes were like ripe summer fruit, heavy and burning.

  Liu Zhen was stunned, this country bumpkin didn't know that when the prince spoke like this, it was actually a direct confession of love. Because among the Mongolian knights, they all treasured the gloves of their most beloved women in their helmets. He was still foolishly humming a tune, preparing to wait for the prince to finish speaking nonsense and then quickly leave.

  The wind grew stronger, and the wild grass in the distance was waving like waves.

  Liu Zhenhong flicked the meat scraps stuck on his fingers onto Wang Zi's firm and muscular buttocks.

  "God of War Kampas said: Don't be blinded by the beautiful appearance, my inner heart. My dear prince, accept your hospitality, this will be my lifelong honor." Helen smiled slightly and politely rejected the prince's deep gaze.

  "I will apply to the temple, I want to be Miss Helen's guardian knight until you come of age. After all, a shrine maiden as young as you is a rare treasure in the kingdom." Prince Richard started having ideas of abusing his power.

  "Your Highness, I already have a Dragon Worship apprentice and many followers, so I decline your kindness." Helen smiled sweetly and beckoned Liu Zhen to set off on the journey back home.

  Only the prince was left standing alone in the wind, staring blankly at the red ribbon that was slowly disappearing into the vast wilderness.

  Liu Zhen was lying on the large cart pulled by a wild boar, with a grass stem in his mouth, throwing handful after handful of money bags from his hands, and his mood was so good that it couldn't be any better. The triumphant singing voice echoed across the vast wilderness.

  "My sister wants to wear a floral padded jacket, but my brother has no money on him. Turning it over and over again, there's nothing that can be done, so he has to go out and rob some money. After robbing, he ends up in jail, rubbing against the iron bars looking outside. One day I'll be released, and we'll be happy together..."

  "I walked out of the prison gate with a big smile, got on the car with high spirits, stretched out two fingers and shook them, another thousand or so. I got off the car laughing, my brothers had set up a table for me, hadn't even finished drinking beer, when two police officers caught me. Police, you are truly vicious, sentenced me to over ten years, a helicopter took me away, sent me to that vast desert..."

  "The desert is so desolate, without a woman I don't know how to live. One day set me free, kill people and start fires..."

  Liu Zhen's song was a popular prison song at the front line that year, and other popular songs of that year included "July Seventh", "Sister, You Want to Come See Me" and "Wang Chuan Yun" which spread throughout the country after being popular in prisons.

  The songs on the front lines are divided into two categories: the "vegetarian" and "carnivorous" charts. The vegetarian chart has famous songs like "Fifteen Moons", which were not only popular on the front lines but also in the rear. These unmentionable prison songs, on the other hand, are all top-notch hits on the carnivorous chart. During our time on the front lines, comrades from all over the country gathered them together, and these songs were Liu Zhen's favorites. (PS: The song "July Seventh" is quite unique; brothers who like this kind of thing can take a look at Chapter 10 of my other book, "Blood Flow".)

  "Although I couldn't understand what you were singing, I could feel that your voice was very obscene." Helen frowned.

  "Nonsense." Liu Zhen said with a straight face, "This song is my tribute to the God of War, a work of utmost reverence and worship."

  "Richard, on page 184 of the ritual canon, it is recorded that 324 years ago, a very unusual Chickenshead person appeared in the temple of Bimeng, who unknowingly inherited and created a lewd war song. In order to test the power of this lewd war song, he sang it to his own people every day, which directly led to the women of the Chickenshead tribe being polluted by lewd thoughts and gradually becoming famous prostitutes of the Bimeng tribe. This unusual sacrificer was finally burned to death by the temple." Helen, who was flipping through the "Ritual Canon", looked up at him and handed the page to Liu Zhen with her finger stuck on it.

  "Are the Cheick people originally prostitutes? Oh my god! Isn't that whoring?" Liu Zhen shook his body straight up from the wild boar cart, stunned for a moment, looked at Eve, and both of them burst out laughing.

  "Richard! Can't you be serious for once?" Jingyu was somewhat displeased with Liu Zhen's carefree and nonchalant attitude.

  "Don't you think this is hilarious?" Liu Zhen was still unable to hold back his laughter.

  "The ritual canon from page one hundred and eighty to one hundred and ninety is all about these alternative rituals. Like human necromancers, these unorthodox rituals are also heresy in Bimeng, and if discovered, they will definitely be burned at the stake by the temple." Helen's words were like a basin of cold water, extinguishing Liu's originally excited heart that was ready to create his own "obscene war song".

  "Cut..." Liu Zhenhong muttered: "I think it's because of the lack of these war songs that the number of people who know about Meng is so low."

  "Nonsense!" Helen pinched his nose and pulled it back and forth: "Didn't you hear Professor Cui Peishan explain the reason why the population of Bimeng is sparse? How can you still spout nonsense! Besides, your self-created war song and those alternative rituals are different, although you use a different language to chant the war song, but at least it's still an authentic Bimeng war song, and it hasn't deviated from the devil's track. Based on this point, I will supervise you, and I absolutely won't let you degenerate to that step."

  Liu Zhenhong held the rebate in his hand and knocked the gold coins loudly, pretending not to hear.

  "By the way, where did you get so much money from? Just now I saw you giving a lot of money to those beggars at the city gate, where did you get it from?" Jingyu asked in surprise.

  "Pick up...". Liu Zhen said, while putting the crystal crown back on Evie's head, "Hehe, saved this thing, originally planned to exchange it for money."

  Evie smiled sweetly for a moment, but soon pulled down her face. She remembered that she and this guy hadn't gotten to the point of thanking each other yet.

  "Richard, I have a proposal," said Jingyu: "It's about this money."

  "I have plans of my own." Liu Zhenhong nodded: "But I still hope to know, what are your plans, my clever Jingyu?"

  "What are you all planning? Are you thinking of using this money to start a business?" Helen's mercantile instincts suddenly flared up.

  Liu Zhen and Ning Yu exchanged a smile.

  "You go first," Liu said with a shock.

  "I want to use this money to hire a group of people," said Jingyu.

  "I think so too." Liu Zhenhong chuckled.

  "Are you hiring a prisoner of the Hound?" Because of the double xiuhui boundary, and having some spiritual connection with Liu Da Guanren, Aiyue'er asked: "Why?"

  "I didn't buy all these weapons for nothing," Liu said, shaken. "I offended a lot of people in the temple, and Helen and I were sent to a dangerous place to cultivate and hunt for magical cores."

  "The Southern Cross Star Forest, also known as the Paradise of Magical Beasts." Helen nodded, "Indeed, going to such a place with more powerful followers isn't a bad thing. But I have my doubts, the recruitment of Mastiff Warriors must be during wartime when organizing the Charging Squad, it's not allowed to hire them with money in peacetime, how do you plan to solve this?"

  Liu Zhenhong burst out laughing, "My little girl, I remembered an old proverb from Fujian, which says 'Fujian men think the more money the better, Fujian women think the thinner the prettier.'"

  "What's our Fox's weakness, how did you figure it out so quickly?" Helen was a bit embarrassed by his words. Indeed, every year there were some arena owners who privately spent money to bail out several strong fighters from prison, among whom were not a few werewolves.

  "Richard, although it's possible to ransom out the prisoners with money, but ransoming out so many at once, Uncle may not agree." Helen still had doubts.

  "This Li Zha will be taken care of by me, I have a wonderful plan." Liu Zhen took the "dense formation" beside him and with a "ding" sound, he twisted out the spring-loaded wolf-tooth dagger.

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  Viscount Simarc apparently did not expect that before Pig went out, he was wearing tattered clothes like a beggar. This time when he came back, with just a blink of his eyes and a shake of his body, everything on him was shining. The weapons and armor of those panda warriors made Viscount Simarc speechless. He calculated in his mind that his annual salary might not be enough to buy all the equipment inside.

  Liu Zhenhong dragged Viscount Xima Ke to a secluded place and chatted for a long time.

  When he reappeared, Viscount's pouch had some glittering gold things added, and Liu Zhen had one more subordinate.

  "If anyone asks, just say that you are acting on the temple's orders and have borrowed this batch of prisoners as guards. Your status as a priest is very noble, no one dares to question it." Viscount Simark repeated his warning: "If my niece weren't also going to such a dangerous place for her trial, I wouldn't agree even if you offered me all the gold coins in the world."

  The Marquis was taken aback by Liu's response and felt a chill run down his spine.

  "Don't worry, whoever asks me such nonsense." Liu Zhen's palm waved, and an oak table was split in half, "I will definitely kill them to silence them!"

  The viscount's mouth was agape, feeling the gold coins in his arms were scorching hot. Although he wasn't a fortune teller, he had a premonition that perhaps another legendary thief like Ali Baba would soon be born within the kingdom.

  "Just kidding." Liu Zhenhong chuckled and patted the young master's shoulder.

  The iron shackles were removed from the prisoners' feet, and they stood there in confusion, rubbing their wrists and staring strangely at the figure pacing back and forth before them, eyeing them up and down. The group of panda warriors surrounding them, armed to the teeth and exuding an aura of violence, gazed at the prisoners with cold, concentrated stares that left them with a mistaken impression - they were about to be executed.

  Liu's gaze was like a butcher selecting a group of sheep to be slaughtered.

  "Which one of you is the leader?" Liu was delighted and nodded in satisfaction. He was extremely pleased with the physique of these Tibetan mastiff prisoners, such a strong body, just smashing stones here, it's really a waste.

  "Master Pegg, I am Bella Mira, a Doberman of the Dogg tribe. I am the leader of my pack." A strongest Doberman stepped forward, his eyes full of doubts, but still stood up without hesitation.

  "There are two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to know?" Liu Zhen took out a self-made cigar, and Goodman immediately pulled out a flint to light it for him.

  "Mr. Peggotty, we want to know the bad news first." Bellemore smoothed his golden whiskers.

  "Your sentences have been extended indefinitely." Liu said with a calm and composed tone as he exhaled a stream of smoke.

  The people of Rhein fell silent, releasing the possibility that it was zero unless warriors of other races could defeat the current King of Rhein in the decade-long struggle for the throne.

  "The good news is that from now on, the place where you will serve your sentence will be by my side. You will no longer wear heavy shackles, but you must take up heavy arms to serve me." Liu shook off the ash of his cigar.

  "Sir, has war broken out on the front?" Bellamy's face was a mixture of sadness and joy.

  "There won't be a war breaking out, it's just that I, this poor priest, have been unlucky and need to carry out a terrible training task. I need powerful followers, and coincidentally, you've all been chosen by me." Liu Zhen said a particularly **** ancient Gobi proverb: "Opportunity has passed, even with the biggest guy, it's useless! Seize the opportunity well, my Mastiff warriors!"

  "We have nothing but our strength, sir! We were not allowed to touch the martial arts from a young age, and when we grew up, we had to come here to serve as laborers, sir!" Bellamy's lips trembled with a longing for freedom that suddenly appeared before his eyes, but his conscience still forced him to speak the truth.

  "Don't worry, follow me and I'll teach you slowly." Liu Zhen didn't mind at all. The road to Nan Shi Xing Forest was at least half a month away, which was enough time to train these Tibetan Mastiffs quite well.

  "Thank you so much! The slaves will be forever grateful for the freedom you have given us, this kindness is enough for us to repay with our lives!" Bellamy excitedly threw himself at Liu Zhen's feet, tearfully kissing his boots.

  "Sir! Are we going to slay a dragon or challenge the formidable human wizard?" Bellamy asked, looking up.

  "Don't worry! We're just going on an adventure in the Southern Cross Star Forest!" Liu Zhen said.

  "What?" The crowd of onlookers collectively gasped in shock.

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  My wife mentioned that a few female editors had nice curly hair, and last night she didn't say where she was going, but mysteriously went out at 11 o'clock. I went to sleep first.

  I woke up this morning and thought I was sleeping with a Rhine maiden.

  She went to perm her hair overnight and spent 150 yuan.

  Today's income is enough for half a month of internet cafe fees.

  My eyes suddenly became moist.

  Friendship recommendation of two books: "The Devil's Path" and "Falling Down the World: The Crazy Dragon Beyond the Void".

  Highly recommended: "Four Seas and Thousand Mountains".

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