MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 387 protect my followers

The young man looked very excited, even if he had already inherited the throne, he was still frizzy. As soon as he saw Wang Wen landing, he shouted excitedly: "Master, you are indeed casting a spell to save the world!"

Wang Wen asked him suspiciously, "Is there something wrong with coming all the way?"

The young man got off his horse, patted the dust on his body and said, "Let me tell you, the disease has been controlled, and the supernatural powers can be recovered!"

get control?

Wang Wen shook his head secretly.

In the eyes of outsiders, the condition of the victims of this plague has indeed improved.

But only Wang Wen knew that everything was only temporary.

Viruses and bacteria are temporarily suppressed by the power of the oath.

At most, the help of some doctors and herbs has improved the resistance of some people.

It makes the plague seem to have disappeared on the surface.

But this is purely an illusion.

When the remaining power of the oath is completely dissipated and the virus regains its "combat power", everything will come back again.

However, Wang Wen did not intend to say these words to the public.

Without help, it is easy to cause unnecessary panic.

He nodded to the youth: "Okay, I see."

After that, I am ready to "fly" back to the sky again.

The young emperor hurriedly continued: "Wait a minute, Master, Xiao Wang has something important to discuss with you."

Wang Wen looked at him amusingly: "You are the emperor now, why do you still call yourself Xiao Wang? It seems like you are always calling me."

The young emperor smiled indifferently: "The status of the widow is now bestowed by the superior, how dare you call yourself an emperor."

This topic is a bit scary to the average person.

The people around don't know what to do.

Pretend you don't understand anything.

See the emperor and immortals are smiling.

Hurry up and laugh together.

not for a moment.

There was a whole bunch of people laughing their heads back and forth over two sentences that weren't jokes at all.

Uninformed people on the outside asked about acquaintances in the front row.

The acquaintance laughed until tears came out, and breathlessly recited the conversation between the emperor and the immortal.

The uninformed was slightly taken aback.

Afterwards, he looked around, and quickly high-fived and laughed. After a while, he was full of sweat, tears, and snot.

Wang Wen looked at the neuropathy around his eyes.

Shaking his head helplessly, he said to the young man, "Let's talk about it."

The young man hurriedly saluted and said, "That's right, the major bordering countries that the masters attacked before have all surrendered, and a series of troops and horses are being resettled in an orderly manner. Do you have any instructions from your side?"

"You are the emperor and you can handle it yourself. I don't ask for anything else. Just remember to cash the rewards for the activists in the grain distribution area." When Wang Wen heard that it was such a trivial matter, he immediately lost interest and asked casually: "Golden Zi Is it enough? I'll give you a few more seats when my apprentice comes back."

"Enough is enough." The young man nodded again and again: "Brother Zhu left a big golden mountain for Xiao Wang, and it is more than enough to honor the rewards of various states."

"That's it." Wang Wen nodded, feeling that the energy to suppress the plague was getting weaker and weaker, and it was almost impossible to sense it.

He knew that the time was almost up.

A new round of outbreaks is about to begin.

Wang Wen's brain was running at a high speed, thinking about the countermeasures.

[Heaven and Human Unity] I dare not continue to use it for the time being, so I can only swear by the energy in my body.

Fortunately, with the divine power provided by the farts, the number of energy has been expanding.

Maybe it is possible to find a "entry" with a relatively low consumption that can continue to suppress the plague.

He held the scepter tightly, carefully "wording" a little bit, and immediately stored the scepter to interrupt the extraction as soon as there was excessive consumption.

The young man in front saw that Wang Wen was busy again.

Very puzzled.

The disease has been controlled, why is the master still busy?

Why is the master busier than the emperor himself? ?

The young man said hesitantly: "Master, whether it is to open up territory or treat disasters, in the final analysis, it is your credit, not the world's work, Xiao Wang even thinks that you don't need to cooperate with me and directly replace my dynasty, why do you Nothing from the beginning to the end? What do you ask for by doing so much?"

Wang Wen looked at him silently.

After thinking for a while, he said, "If I said, I just want the people on this land to live well, would you believe it?"

"I believe it!" The young man seemed to finally get the answer he wanted.

Excitedly, he said loudly: "That's true! You are definitely not an immortal or a saint! I want all the people in the world to build temples and shrines for you to worship!"

Wang Wen also seemed to have got the answer he wanted.

Some heartily raised his eyebrows.

With a smile, he said to the young man, "I agree with this matter. To be honest, I will 'ascend in place' soon. The more people I can make become my believers, the better. I know that the name of the devil has already passed. Once you are out, you can continue to help me expand this belief, even after I leave, I will come back to see you when I have a chance.”

The two agreed.

Both sides are excited.

Young people feel that they are participating in a "great cause", which is likely to be related to the fairy world, which is even more exciting than being an emperor!

Wang Wen realized the beauty of divine power and thought that the more he could get, the better. It is best that all the worlds in the tower can believe in himself, maybe that is the real "infinity".

Agree on everything.

The young man withdrew in satisfaction.

A few people walked out from the rear, and the first one was Xue Zhong.

I saw him solemnly holding the light machine gun and handing it to Wang Wen, and said in a respectful tone: "Master, you will not disgrace your mission. The northern kingdom has been successfully handed over, and I am here to return the magic weapon you bestowed."

The people who followed behind also opened the boxes one by one, which were full of guns with the same shape.

Wang Wen nodded at him: "I've sent you all, help to take good care of these people in this country, and don't let them be killed by some evil people."

Paused.

Added: "Especially those who have believed in me."

Xue Zhong held the light machine gun tightly in both hands.

That pious and holy appearance, as if he was not holding a gun, but the authority bestowed by God.

When the young man saw this scene, he took the initiative to say: "Don't worry, Xiao Wang, when he returned to the palace, ordered Xue Boru to be the Great General for Protecting the Country!"

Wang Wen reminded him neither light nor heavy: "Xue Zhong's main task is to help me take care of the believers. You can ask him for help if you are in trouble, but don't use him as cannon fodder to send you to fight fierce battles, you know?"

The young man suddenly realized: "So Xue Boru will be your personal guard from now on!"

Having said that, the young man bowed his hands to Xue Zhong without the air of the emperor at all: "Master Xue, I hope you will take care of me in the future!"

Xue Zhong was so frightened that he could barely hold the gun in his hand.

He hurriedly put down his gun and bowed back to the youth: "Your Majesty, the commander is afraid! The commander entrusted by the master should sacrifice his life, the safety of Your Majesty is also the heart of the commander. Sir!"

"Aiqing!" The young man thought that Xue Zhong would be pampered and arrogant when he was valued by the high-ranking people, and no longer put the emperor in his eyes.

He asked himself what he had the courage to do to Xue Zhong after the master left.

Not to mention the expert's guilt~www.novelbuddy.com~ This batch of "magic weapons" in Xue Zhong's hands alone cannot be dealt with by ordinary people.

He had seen the power of the light machine gun with his own eyes.

So when he saw that Wang Wen didn't take back the magic weapon but gave it to Xue Zhong directly, the young man no longer regarded Xue Zhong as his "soldier", but commensurate with equal status.

It turned out that Xue Zhong still respected him as always.

This made the young man greatly moved, and hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to help.

Wang Wen looked at the two monarchs and ministers in front of him, kissing and kissing affectionately, and shook his head speechlessly, ready to vacate to see if Mo Ran was back.

But at this moment, a straight flying dust came from a distance.

Someone galloped up, shouting hurriedly.

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