Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Even Sengliao would not spare this person, it was too much.

Master Zhike felt dissatisfied in his heart, but his body was still obedient, and he turned silently to lead the way to Sengliao.

Along the way, the two of them also met many companions who were alone.

Bai Junjun is not polite, anyone who meets each other will end his life with a short arrow.

Seeing the accomplices who kept appearing and falling down, Master Zhike felt chilled, he didn't expect this little girl to have such abilities, they are really doomed!

Dormant here for a long time, he thought that he would be an important teacher to assist the lord to ascend the throne and be able to witness the glory of the coronation.

Unexpectedly, the sky did not obey people's wishes, and they actually fell today!

And it was only two young children who acted!

Isn't Bai Junjun the most talented woman in the world?I only heard that she is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, when will she be able to wield swords and guns?

Or is she also someone else's impostor?

Master Zhike was full of doubts in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask.

After all, for some things, it is happier not to know than to know, he chooses to play dumb!

The two arrived at Sengliao without a word, and Bai Junjun searched here. What was disappointing was that these people were more interested in pretending to be monks than collecting jewelry.

Apart from scriptures and tea, as well as occasional chicken bones found under the bed, there was nothing unusual in the hut.

Are these people not greedy for money?She was still thinking of blowing a wave of autumn wind.

Bai Junjun was extremely disappointed.

Master Zhike touched his nose in embarrassment: "We can't hide private money, all the money is in the underground palace."

Before Fahua Temple became a royal temple, they smuggled the incense money here to the Northland.

After Fahua Temple became a royal temple, although there were no regular pilgrims, a lot of money was allocated from the palace every year.

But the money couldn't be taken out, so they kept it all in the underground palace, and they would also pay the Fifth Prince as military pay in the future.

Although it is said that the military orders abroad are not accepted, everyone is the elite of the Fifth Prince and consciously abides by this rule.

Bai Junjun could only withdraw from Sengliao.

But when she walked out, she suddenly found that there were a lot of things in the space. Bai Junjun searched intently and found out that there were boxes after boxes of silver.

Bai Junjun was very happy, the fox must have succeeded.

Bai Junjun grinned as he watched the boxes keep adding to the box.

The master in the living room glanced at the female gangster who laughed so hard that she couldn't see her teeth when she didn't agree with each other, and couldn't help but thump in her heart.

This person...couldn't be crazy.

But as the two walked out, Master Zhike was about to go crazy soon.

Who would have thought that within half an hour, all the more than 3000 elites hiding here, except him and the abbot, were killed in battle.

At this time, the abbot was tied up, half of his tongue was broken, and his face was depressed.

Seeing his miserable state, Master Zhike couldn't help taking a step back.

However, the fake abbot saw Master Zhike standing with all his beard on his back, and soon realized that this guy had betrayed him.

His eyes shot out with viciousness, and he cursed at him.

But the fake abbot's tongue is broken in half, so how can he speak clearly?

When the disaster was approaching, Master Nazhike just pretended not to see or hear.

If it is said that the seeds in the body can still be tolerated, but seeing the fate of his companions, he can no longer accept it.

Back to these concubines.

After all, everyone is in their forties or fifties, and they are usually pampered and rarely even run.

Now that such a big change happened suddenly, everyone was terrified.