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Chapter 47 The cunning and hateful Tianmeng Pavilion!

In the team, there were two strong men, one with a mustache and the other with a sideburns, both wearing green fur coats.

The two of them have been holding hands since they joined the team. In addition to being vigilant about their surroundings, they have put their foreheads together and whispered.

That picture is so eye-catching.

The one with the mustache can be called handsome, but the one with sideburns is...

The two people accidentally glanced at the strong and strong woman and her companions, communicating quietly, curiously guessing whether they were male or female, and why they were so strong and spoke with a thicker voice than them.

Unexpectedly, they were discovered by people just by taking a quick look, and they immediately roared and questioned whether they were sluts who were randomly peeping at girls who had not yet left the court.

"Ouch! Who is looking at you! If people want to look at her, they are looking at my brother!" The man with the mustache twirled his orchid fingers, glanced at the woman with a charming look, and leaned closely on the bearded body.

"That's right, you are so ugly, I'm afraid you'll stain my brother's eyes!"

His beard swayed his chest, and his voice was like a bell, giving him a counterattack.

This time the woman was disgusted.

She curled her lips, pulled her companion, and pointed at them:

"A sissy and a butcher of pigs, these two nondescript guys are a match for each other!"

"Who are you talking about, the ugly guy!" the mustachioed man shouted immediately with a sharp voice.

"Just tell me what's wrong with you!" The woman said not to be outdone.

The two men and two women quickly stopped and faced each other face to face, which made the young novices hide further.

"Don't go, be careful of getting blood all over your body!" Jingkong grabbed the little monk Xuankong who was reciting too many scriptures.

The little novice monk Zhaokong also said: "Exactly, the grievances of those benefactors will naturally be resolved slowly, why not let it be?"

Monk Jiankong said worriedly: "If they get angry and someone is injured and unable to move forward, won't it delay the mission they are taking on?"

Monk Niankong hesitated and said: "With only our small bodies, how can we hold down those donors who are as strong as cattle? If we really fight, we will be injured!"

Seeing that the two men and two women were about to fight, an angry voice rang in their ears.

"Stop it! If there are any conflicts, wait until the characters are finished and resolve them yourself. Otherwise, the mission will be delayed and you won't get a penny!"

Hearing this voice, the two women with mustaches, whiskers and strong muscles glared at each other fiercely, and said a few harsh words such as "After the mission is over, if you have the ability, don't leave", and temporarily stopped.

, and get on the road again.

And in order to stay out of sight and out of mind, two men and two women sandwiched five empty monks in the middle.

This posture is like four bears suppressing a few small grouse.

Hiding on both sides of the woods to hide his figure, Xiaori lamented.

Although such a group of people were hired according to Pei Mengqing's statement, except for the few young monks who looked decent, the four men and women were really weird and eye-opening.

This group of people gathered together, and for those who didn't know better, they thought they were monsters infected by evil spirits.

Although it has been a cat for so many years, it has seen many weird things, but they are all weird in morals and ethics. This group of people is not only weird in morals and ethics, but also in appearance and mentality.

Can such a group of people really arouse the vigilance of Tianmeng Pavilion or Dark Night Chaos and intensify the conflict between the two parties?

Xiaori couldn't help but feel worried, she really had no idea.

The team continued to move forward and finally reached the middle section of Yingchuan Road.

It looked almost the same, so at the suggestion of several novice monks in Kongkong, we decided to cut down trees and build cabins here, and stay there for two days.

As the trees fell one by one, two abandoned cabins appeared on both sides of the road. The mustaches hugged their whiskers and returned to rest among the construction results. The two fierce women also went into their own construction results to rest.

The two sides also complained to each other about the unsightly wooden houses built by the other side.

There were only five frail young monks left, who took turns cutting down trees and worked three poles a day before they managed to build a small wooden house about the same size as the other two.

Moreover, people work in groups of two, so they can sleep in cabins.

There are five of them, so if they want to sleep, they will have to stand on top of each other...

The little Japanese cat scratched its paw on a towering tree that could only be hugged by two people, and a smooth incision appeared. The incision penetrated the root of the tree, leaving only a flat stump.

Xiaori raised his feet in the air and kicked the big tree away, causing it to fall and lie across the middle of Yingchuan Road, blocking the passage.

A loud booming sound attracted several people who had hidden in the cabin to go out to check, and they all stepped forward to see the fallen tree.

Leaves and dust fell on her body. Xiaori squatted on the spot and began to turn her head to lick her fur and start daily cleaning.

While looking at these strange-looking people, he lay on the spot bored. He was even so bored that he collected snow, built a kitten's nest, and lay down in it to rest.

After this party, it was night time.

The wind is very cold at night in winter. The mustache and whiskers wear fur coats, which have a strong ability to keep warm. If they squeeze together, they can keep out the cold.

Two strong and strong women, each wearing cotton-padded clothes, were huddled together. They had enough fat and did not feel cold either.

There were only five skinny novice monks. Not only did they not eat well, they were also vegetarians. They had little fat on their bodies. The "winter monk clothes" they wore could only barely keep out the cold. When the cold wind blew in through the gaps in the wooden boards, they felt cold even if they were crowded together.

The five people were all shivering from the cold, and they began to discuss whether they should find some lichen, moss or dead branches and leaves to plug the gaps between the boards, or burn a fire to keep warm.

Just take some branches.

Xiaori was lying in the snow nest which was very effective in keeping out the cold. There was a pile of pine cones in front of him, and he slowly opened them up one by one to eat them. He had a very nourishing life.

Suddenly, a cold chill appeared, and even an orange cat like Xiaori, who was no longer afraid of the cold and heat, felt the coldness and malice.

It stood up slightly, hid behind a tree, covered itself with dead branches, and secretly observed the situation on the road.

The five warlocks, whose strength ranged from soul level to soul-building level, were wearing black coats, ponchos on their shoulders, and a jade necklace on their collar.

These five people walked very fast, and they were six to seven meters away in one step. They looked like flying black ghosts.

They stood outside the three cabins, not hiding the malice emanating from them, but they were just slightly confused about the three cabins.

"It should be someone from Tianmeng Pavilion, as Elder Che said." One of the middle-aged men with thick eyebrows and big eyes pointed at the big tree in the middle of the road, "Look, the cut of this big tree is smooth and flat. It is definitely not

If you use an ax to chop it, you can cut off the tree with a knife or a sword. Is this something ordinary people can do?"

Another young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks also nodded in agreement:

"Exactly, not to mention that such a thick tree standing in the middle of the road doesn't also mean 'cut off'? I guess the people from Tianmeng Pavilion couldn't help but pretend to negotiate while secretly sending people here to block the road.

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