The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

"Yuan Country has been defeated, that fool Hei Shu has lost half his life. Now, the king of Yuan Country has already sent an envoy to Beijing..." Song San sat down on the chair next to Flame, his face a bit gloomy. "As for the Mogul Kingdom, a large-scale invasion is temporarily impossible... However, the northward movement from Nanzhao Country has caught the attention of Emperor Xuan, who has dispatched King Yun to march south. But Nanzhao's deployment is merely the old king's strategic maneuvering and won't last too long..."

"Does Wa Country have a Sun Cult?"

"Yes, but they're all just drunkards and gluttons." Song San let out a disdainful laugh. The Saintess Envoy was killed here, which shows their capabilities aren't that great. Now they've sent new Saintess and envoys, but facing that woman... he recalled Yang Ruxin's appearance, clearly knowing that the Sun Cult won't stir up much of a storm.

Back then, Yang Ruxin saved him, but later, all major events of the Flame Sect were sabotaged by that woman.

His feelings towards that woman now seemed a bit complicated.

Flame nodded slightly, then turned to Qing Qiuzi: "Taoist, how are those herbalists being handled?"

"Master, the first batch is completely ready." Qing Qiuzi stroked his goatee and laughed heartily, "They can go to the battlefield anytime, and each one can rival five men..."

"Haha..." Flame suddenly laughed, stood up, walked beside Song San, and raised his hand to pat his shoulder, "Qiqi, this world should have been yours... so I will help you seize it back..."

"But, godfather..." Song San's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Two thousand herbalists, how can they compare to Daxuan's million troops?"

"No, it's only two thousand for now." Flame raised a finger and waved it slightly, "Gradually, we will have twenty thousand, two hundred thousand... until you take that throne and restore Dasong's name..."

"But, King Kang's treasure hasn't been found..." Song San looked at Flame, not only the legendary treasure was missing, the fake tomb he constructed and the accumulated batch of gold and silver were all gone too.

Thinking of this made his liver ache, of course, that ancient tomb collapsed, leaving no clues at all. But every time he thought of this, he inexplicably recalled Yang Ruxin.

Though it seemed absurd, each time he felt it was that girl who took away the wealth he painstakingly gathered.

"Silver is not a problem now." Flame waved his hand, "I didn't tell you, right below us is a massive silver mine..."

Song San's eyes lightened up.

"It's time for me to meet that girl..." Flame suddenly laughed.

Song San's eyes squinted slightly. Strange, he suddenly felt worried about that girl.

Yang Ruxin, who was being worried about, had already left the Changhuai region and entered Jizhou territory.

"Miss, it looks like it might rain soon." Du Yunpeng glanced at the sky and frowned slightly, "We can't reach the next inn."

"Then let's find somewhere to shelter from the rain." Yang Ruxin nodded. It was originally less than a hundred miles to the next town, and according to Zhui Yun's pace, they would definitely arrive before Tianhei. But if it rains, it's too dangerous.

"There seems to be a household over there." Du Juan pointed to the left front.

"I hope it's not another shady inn?" Yang Ruxin joked with a smile.