Chapter 152: fat

It's just that she was annoyed at what they thought was like this, and she really regarded her too flat.
"All get up." Mu Qingge said with a calm face. Then he warned everyone: "No one but you knows about the fact that I can cultivate. You have to keep it secret for me. I don't want to involve Mu Mansion because of me in this troubled season." If she can cultivate When the incident spreads out, how much storm will it cause in Qin? I am afraid that those years of forbearance will disappear because of this.
Still the same sentence, Mu Mansion has a trash and dumb heir, who is more calm and stable than a talented heir.
"Don't worry, Lord Sir, I will never reveal a word to anyone. If there is a violation, the heaven will die!" Everyone promised.
Mu Qingge nodded almost unchecked, glanced at the cup behind her, and then said: "Once you drink the contents of this cup, you can only follow me in this life, absolutely obey my orders, and be loyal. To me. If any of you wants to betray me, then I will kill him personally and get everything I gave back."
Her remarks were very cold and murderous.
Even these fighters who have experienced the battlefield feel like falling into an ice cave under her killing intent, all over the body cold.
Suddenly, someone shouted: "Little Sir, don’t worry. If someone dared to betray you, betray us all, without you, our other brothers will chase him to the end of the world, and take his head to you. ."
"Never rebel, swear allegiance to death!"
"Never rebel, swear allegiance to death!"
"Never rebel, swear allegiance to death!"
The neat shouts shook the valley.
When Mu Qingge raised his hand, he suddenly stood still. Mu Qingge said: "Part of the reason for the previous training is to exercise your physique so that you can better absorb the medicine. Now, those who dare to take the medicine, come up and grab a cup."
After speaking, she retreated to the side of the long table, pulled a chair and sat down.
The sights of the five hundred and three people fell on the five hundred and three cups.
Youhe and Huayue looked at each other, holding hands, the first one came forward, picked up the nearest cup, and drank without hesitation.
A glimmer of approval flashed in Mu Qingge's eyes, and said to the two: "Go back to your room and wait. Remember, no matter what happens or how uncomfortable, you must clenched your teeth and persevere."
Youhe and Huayue nodded and left.
After they left, Mo Yang stepped forward and drank the medicine in the cup.
The remaining five hundred people also came up in an orderly manner, each took a cup and drank in.
Soon, the 503 cups were empty, and everyone returned to the barracks, waiting for the next thing...
Mu Qingge sat on the chair alone, with his arms on the edge of the table, tapping the table with his fingertips.
After a while, in the barracks behind him, all kinds of painful groans began to be heard. These voices were intertwined and passed into Mu Qingge's ears, as if they were sounds of nature, making her squint her eyes with pleasure.
From early morning to sunset, Mu Qingge has been waiting in place.
Finally, there was a sound of opening the door behind him, and Mo Yang, who was slightly pale, walked out first.
"Little Sir." Mo Yang came to Mu Qingge, clasping his fists.
"How?" Mu Qingge raised an eyebrow and asked.
Mo Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't have any sense yet, and I don't know if it succeeded."
Despite this answer, Mu Qingge knew that Mo Yang had succeeded. Because, when she herself was taking the genetic modification agent, at the end of everything, she didn't have any special feelings. Only when you cultivate will you discover the difference.