Chapter 118: Funeral Pavilion Haze

"Husband, I miss you..."
Xue'er was full of tenderness, and Fang Qi's heart had melted. Fang Qi glanced at Xiaoyi on the side, and then glanced towards the door...
"Cut... I know, I know to drive me away! Bad young master!"
Xiaoyi looked at Fang Qi's eyes and said, could you know what it meant? Grumbling mouth, unhappy with face...
Throughout the night, sleepless.
Although I spent a night last night, when Fang Qi got up the next day, his spirit was still very little. At this time, Fang Qi couldn't help but think of a sentence that a philosopher said...
"Proper exercise contributes to good health..."
Reluctantly come out from the "Miss" version of your grocery store model, Fang Qi opened the door of the grocery store and continued to open the door for business.
"Help the Lord..."
"Help the Lord..."
One morning, all this greetings, Fang Qi all beckoned.
Today's Utopia has grown to a certain scale, and these Utopia members have sincerely supported Fang Qi, hoping that Utopia will continue to grow and develop.
According to Fang Qi's request, Utopia currently only expanded to 100 people, but these 100 people were carefully selected from tens of thousands of registered monks.
Perhaps their strength is not the strongest, or perhaps they are not the smartest, but they have one advantage that others cannot replace, that is, they are loyal enough.
Not only is the opponent's loyalty to a certain extent, it is also loyal to the entire utopia.
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In Fang Qi's heart, he is more willing to continue to grow in this way. One side has no support from all sides, there is no oppression, and there is no restraint, and some only have constant demands for progress and strong determination.
Explore the higher level of mystery together! This is the purpose of utopia!
"Brother Cheng, I want to ask you something, do you know the funeral?"
Fang Qi kept thinking about the assassination he had suffered in his mind, and his heart had been uneasy.
This burial pavilion was like a poisonous thorn stabbing deeply into Fang Qi's body. Fang Qi was really upset if he did not pull the poison thorn.
"Burial Heaven Pavilion? Help the Lord, won't you provoke the Burial Heaven Pavilion?"
Cheng Ke was taken aback for a moment, and a horrified expression appeared in his eyes. Fang Qi sighed leisurely, putting an end to the last luck in his heart.
Fang Qi knew everything from Cheng Ke's reaction...
It seems that this funeral hall is really not a general force...
"Last night I was assassinated by one of the twelve envoys in the Tiange Pavilion!"
Fang Qi's words were amazing, and Cheng Ke's mouth widened directly.
"Help the Lord...you are also bullish enough...Do you know what kind of power is buried Tiange? So tell you, in the cultivation realm, in addition to the Tianmeng, such forces as the buried Tiange are almost the same. Can be at the forefront..."
"There are so many large and small sects in the whole self-cultivation realm, but the burial hall can definitely be ranked in the top ten!"
"More importantly, I heard that the relationship between this funeral pavilion and Tianmeng is unclear, but it seems that those who have been targeted by the funeral pavilion have not survived..."
"There are countless killer assassins in the funeral pavilion, the most powerful of which is the twelve ambassadors, gang lords. This burial pavilion can send a twelve envoys to assassinate you, indicating that you are definitely a class need in them. The assassinated..."