Chapter 1882 What Is Supposed to Come Will Always Come

Chen Mo ignored him, while Li Anqi glared at him: "The pot is over there. If you want to eat, go and fill it yourself."

"Hey, don't be so fierce, okay?" Fang Yang felt aggrieved and poured some noodles beside the two women. Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli stepped aside very wisely.

Fang Yang said while eating: "Chen Mo, how will the supplies be distributed today?"

Although Chen Mo was lukewarm to Fang Yang, when it came to the serious matters of work, he was still very attentive:

"It's difficult. The Zhugu Holy Land has a complicated terrain, a sparse population, and the people living in it are very scattered. And they seem to be very repulsive to us, and even refuse to accept the materials sent!"

Fang Yang asked: "What are the supplies sent this time?"

Chen Mo replied: "Mainly cotton-padded clothes, quilts, and tents. There are also some grains and dried meat."

Fang Yang put down the noodles in his hand: "Can you give me a list?"

Chen Mo looked at him, then turned back to the tent. When he came out, he had a piece of paper in his hand: "It's all in here."

Fang Yang took the list and walked up to Jicuo and the others: "Look, these are the supplies that have been delivered. It's freezing cold. Organize and distribute the items to those who need them most as soon as possible."

Although Jicuo and others ignored Chen Mo and the others, it was completely different now that Fang Yang spoke: "In compliance with the law, we will summon everyone right now."

After saying that, Jicuo raised his head to the sky and let out a clear roar that tore through the sky. The whistling sound was long and distant, and seemed to have some special charm.

In less than ten minutes, Fang Yang saw people gathering in twos and threes. An hour later, nearly a thousand people had gathered outside.

Jicuo seemed to be familiar with everyone. After checking, Fang Yang said: "Master Zhugu, except for Renzin and Suolang who have patients who have not come, all the people have arrived."

Fang Yang nodded: "Very good, you are more familiar with the situation. You think the distribution of these materials is better, so you can take charge of it. We will be responsible for registration and distribution."

Jicuo hesitated: "Lord Zhugu, is this inappropriate? You are the Lord of the Holy Land."

Fang Yang interrupted him: "There's nothing appropriate or inappropriate. I'll let you divide it. Where do you get so many rules?"

"Okay," Jicuo had no choice but to look at the list in his hand and began to call the names one by one. One after another, people came out to take the supplies, then knelt down and left.

Everyone has a clear division of labor. Even so, by the time the last tent is divided, it is already getting late. The group didn't even bother to eat.

But Chen Mo looked very happy: "Haha, this time it really went so smoothly! Fang Yang, you are really good at fooling people. I didn't expect that you still have the potential to be a magic stick."

As soon as Chen Mo finished speaking, she saw Ji Cuo, Wu Tu, and Wu Li surrounding her in an instant, and their powerful aura came out, locking Chen Mo completely.

Fang Yang was startled and rushed over to protect Chen Mo: "It's a misunderstanding. Don't be angry. She was just joking. Let it go. Let it go."

Wutu glared at Chen Mo: "Anyone who disrespects Zhugu will enter the Abi Hell!"

Chen Mo's face was pale, and he was surrounded by three late-stage heaven-level masters at the same time. The oppressive feeling definitely made people not want to face him again.

Subconsciously leaning against Fang Yang, Chen Mo asked tremblingly: "Fang Yang, I didn't say anything? Why are they so angry?"

Fang Yang whispered: "Because they think that I am the reincarnation of the Holy Spirit they worship, they naturally do not allow anyone to blaspheme the God in their hearts.

Here, you have to learn to respect other people's beliefs and don't talk nonsense. It's really easy to cause trouble. "

Chen Mo asked in surprise: "Is there such a thing? Then why didn't you tell me?"

Fang Yang spread his hands innocently: "You blame me? You didn't even ask, why did I say this?"

Li Anqi quickly came over to comfort Chen Mo: "Okay, okay, you all should be quiet for a while. Aren't you tired after a long day of work? Master Wu has already prepared the meal. Let's go and eat something first."

Fang Yang deliberately asked Jicuo, Wutu and Wuli to come over and have some hot rice. But they firmly disagreed to sit with Chen Mo and would rather go hungry than eat!

Fang Yang really had nothing to do with these stubborn people, so he had to let them go and come back to have dinner with Chen Mo and the others.

The night in Zhugu Shengyuan is long and peaceful. The beating bonfire is the only light on the ice sheet.

On a snow hill in the distance, two figures stood side by side, paying attention to the situation around the campfire. One of them is Chen Tao, who has been missing for a long time!

Putting down the telescope in his hand, Chen Tao said to the people around him: "Ku Mu, it seems that our guess is right. Fang Yang is really afraid that we will attack Chen Mo, and he has already arrived."

Kumu asked: "I heard that you two have known each other for a long time. Are you sure you can deal with him?"

Chen Tao answered very simply: "I'm not sure if I want to kill him or defeat him, but there is no problem in holding him back."

Kumu's voice was cold: "As long as you can hold him back, leave those two women to me."

Chen Tao reminded: "Are you sure you really want to take action? It seems that Jiang Bochu doesn't want to antagonize Fang Yang yet. If he is unhappy, who will bear the responsibility? I can't afford to offend him."

Kumu was a little displeased: "What are you afraid of? Am I, Putuo, one level lower than Kunlun? Besides, am I not doing it to increase my chances of winning in future actions?"

You don’t have to worry, if Jiang Bochu really causes trouble, I’ll take all the responsibility! What's the big deal. "

"As long as you say this!" Chen Tao adjusted his attitude: "Then I will sneak over now and take action in five minutes!"

Deadwood nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

It was already very late, coupled with altitude sickness and cold weather, the others all returned to their tents to rest after eating.

Beside the bonfire, only Fang Yang, Chen Mo, and Li Anqi were left. Ji Cuo, Wu Tu, and Wu Li were scattered around the campfire, like old monks in meditation.

Chen Mo remembered the shocking scene before, still a little scared, and asked in a low voice: "Fang Yang, these people are so scary, and they are obviously very high in cultivation, but I can't sense their existence at all."

Fang Yang whispered: "They are the real monks. This is their home and their roots. Their soul and body have been integrated with the world here, so you can't feel it."

Li Anqi took Chen Mo's hand: "Momo, after you go back this time, can you put your work aside? For a girl, running around like this every day will eventually be dangerous.

Just like today, if Fang Yang is not here, how do you think it will end? You can't always think on the bright side. "

After this incident, Chen Mo didn't want to be as insistent as before: "Fang Yang, you said someone would do something to me? Is it true?"

Before he finished asking, he saw Fang Yang standing up suddenly, his aura exuding: "Of course it's true, because he's already here!"

Almost at the same time, a flash of sword light struck from Fang Yang's right rear. Fang Yang raised his right hand, and the dragon scale sword was already in his hand at some point.

With a light turn of his feet, he dodged the air attack and hit three consecutive blows with his backhand, forcing the opponent to retreat. Seeing the person opposite clearly, Fang Yang was not surprised at all:

"Chen Tao, you are here after all! You have been missing for so long, you seem to be very confident in yourself?"