Time Travel: My Lord, Your Missing Fiancee Is Back

The Mercenary Association, once the mission was refreshed, the whole country was in an uproar.

Everyone looked at the latest pinned task:

『Zhulong Guild Heaven Level Mission:

Three days ago, near the hot spring waterfall in Da'an Mountains, Zhang Xiangling, the daughter of the president of Jingzhou College, stole our Zhulong·Lulong airship, refused to return it, and even spoke ill of us.

Afterwards, we will take it back by ourselves.

However, Jingzhou College turned the tables, confused right and wrong, and reversed black and white.

A reward of 100,000 spirit stones is now offered to recruit heroes from all over the world to find clues and evidence of all the crimes, evil deeds, bullying of men and women, and suppression of peers in Jingzhou College...』

The monks who were about to accept the mission from Jingzhou College were all stunned.

Then, without thinking, they all accepted the tasks from the Zhulong Guild.

There is no way, the Zhulong Guild gave too much.

"Provide one piece of evidence, 100 Spiritual Stones. Provide serious evidence, 5,000 to 100,000 Spiritual Stones."

"Oh my god, it's out. Jingzhou College is so domineering, don't we have enough evidence for this? Quick, accept the mission and go to Jingzhou immediately!"

"This Zhulong Guild is too rich! They gave too much!"

Some people didn't believe it. "No, don't you want to ask what's going on? What if someone wants to destroy Jingzhou College?

Besides, the academy is a place for teaching and educating people, how could there be any crime. I think some people just can't stand seeing others doing well and want to suppress their peers..."

"You won't know what Jingzhou College is like until you go there. If they are truly honest and innocent, this mission will just help them become famous across the country. Isn't that good?"

"That's true."

Jiang Heng inquired about the operating procedures of the mercenary guild management card, bowed and thanked him, and Shen Yuanri was confused.

At the registration office, the old man was still not there.

Jiang Heng could only leave with regret.

Fuli Restaurant.

Seats are full.

Jiang Heng was a little surprised. How could this business be so good?

The waiter came up to them warmly, "Please come in, my dear guests! There is another table over here. Please come in, my dear guests!"

Jiang Heng glanced at Shen Hongxuan, who frowned slightly but did not show any intention of refusing.

Jiang Heng then took the seat at the door next to the gate.

He kept his eyes and ears open, and when he heard that 80% of the people in the hall were discussing Jingzhou College and Zhulong Guild, his smile never faltered.

"Brother Xiaoer, serve me all your signature dishes. And a pot of tea. Oh, and cut the braised beef into 10 kilograms for packaging."

The waiter opened his mouth in surprise, "Sir, we have eight signature dishes. There are only two of you, you can't finish them all."

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Heng slammed a gold brick on the table and said, "We can take away what we can't finish."

The waiter immediately smiled from ear to ear, staring at the gold bricks and swallowing his saliva: "Sir, do you need anything else? We still have century-old jade wine, fresh purple basil drink, sour plum soup..."

"Then bring two more bottles of Jade Wine, a pot of Perilla Drink, and a pot of Sour Plum Soup."

"Okay, then, sir, do you need anything else? We also have glutinous rice dumplings and sweet dumplings..."

"No thanks. Serve the food quickly. I'm hungry."

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

After a while, the drinks came up.

Jiang Heng picked up the sour plum soup, poured a glass for each person, took a sip, smacked his lips, and said, "It tastes okay."

While drinking, I looked around with interest, looking at the architectural style and details, the clothes of the people, and the local customs...

I sigh: In ancient times, they were able to build a 150-square-meter lobby without using a single pillar. This technology is amazing.

This window is a removable door panel, which can be dismantled when opening and reinstalled when closing. Just like the French windows in the large flat, it has a great view and good air convection.

The only downside is that there is no air conditioning, no ice, and it is not hot in the direct sunlight.

The smell in the lobby is also very messy. In a nutshell, it is the smell of sweat, foot odor, body odor and other body odors mixed with the aroma of food, which is simply disgusting.

Shen Hongxuan directly put on a spiritual barrier for himself, separating this table from the lobby.

And the way people dress is intriguing.

There are men wearing coarse linen, scholars wearing fine linen, young men wearing silk and satin, men wearing woven rattan clothes, and women and girls wearing silk and gauze...

However, most of them wore leggings made of various fabrics and clothes that were less than the knee.

This is true even for women who wear silk, gauze, or fine yarn.

However, people may not necessarily be bold and unrestrained, and may still be limited by the level of social productivity. When I meet up with Wang Zihan, I must urge her to raise the level of productivity! Let all the people have underwear to wear!

Shen Hongxuan looked back and roughly understood what was going on. He pursed his lips, took a sip of the jade wine, and said nothing.

After kneeling for a while, Jiang Heng felt his legs go numb and wanted to sit cross-legged. "Hey, isn't this sitting position really a torture?"

Shen Hongxuan stopped him with a look, "It's impolite to sit cross-legged."

Jiang Heng had no choice but to take a canvas folding chair to sit on.

Shen Hongxuan's eyes were filled with jealousy. "Are there any more? Give me one."

When the waiter brought out the dishes, he saw two grown men sitting tall, with the table in front of them so low...

After putting down the dishes, he looked at the chair again and again out of curiosity, but could see nothing. The chair legs were completely covered by the hem of his robe!

After dinner, it was not yet dark, but there was no moon, it was hot and humid, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

in the forest.

The mother bird looked at the tall man in black who was standing not far away. He did not approach them, did not show any hostility, and even bowed to them in a friendly manner. Then she turned to look at the father bird.

Jiang Heng cleaned the bird's wound, changed the dressing, bandaged it, gave it an injection, fed it medicine, and examined the condition of the wing root:

"Mom, even though Dad's wings have been attached, they haven't grown back yet. He can't withstand flying or strenuous activities. He needs to be tied up for at least three months."

The mother bird nodded, and the father bird opened his mouth gratefully, but Jiang Heng couldn't understand what they said.

Jiang Heng then told the bird father, "Dad, use your spiritual power to comb the meridians of your body, especially the wings, several times a day. This way it will heal faster."

The bird father looked at Jiang Heng lovingly and nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Heng went to look at the baby bird again. It had grown some feathers, but its down had not fallen out completely yet. It looked very ugly.

On the way out, Shen Hongxuan couldn't help but ask the question that had been lingering in his mind for many days: "Xiaopang, why do you want to recognize them as..."

Jiang Heng stopped and looked meaningfully at the forest after the rain, "Because, they didn't abandon me when they fled!"

Shen Hongxuan suddenly felt embarrassed and guilty. He secretly made up his mind that when he returned, he would teach those secret guards a lesson. Two hundred military sticks were too few, so he should give them one thousand. If they couldn't be beaten in one go, he could save some and continue the beating next time.

He put his arm around Jiang Heng and said, "Little Fatty, it's all my fault. I didn't discipline my subordinates well enough, causing you to suffer so much. I and my secret guards are at your disposal..."

Jiang Heng frowned and pushed Shen Hongxuan away, "My Lord, are you sick? How can you hug and cuddle like this!"

"I just want to comfort you..."

Jiang Heng didn't want to hear this, so he went back to the shipbuilding area and took out the remaining planks and wood. "Brother Xuan, I want to study how to build a house. If you're busy, then..."

"Not busy, I'll keep you company."

Shen Hongxuan took out the "Folk Forging Book" and the "Summary of Magic Research", "Xiao Pang, this should be helpful to you. The following is a collection of what I collected and sorted out."

Jiang Heng was not pretentious. He took it and flipped through it. Every page had Shen Hongxuan's comments, divergent thinking records, and extended reading notes.

"Brother Xuan, you really helped me a lot! Thank you! I will definitely reserve a big room for you in my house!"