Chapter 3353
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Where the hell was Boss Feng Wu hiding? She was so well-hidden that even Eldest Brother couldn't find her.
Shh …
Shh …
Bu Jingyu kept making noises, but found no trace of her.
With a bang, Eldest Brother Zhu came back and stood straight at the gate of the courtyard.
Bu Jingyu looked at him in astonishment. "Eldest Brother, why are you here again?"
Eldest Brother Zhu glanced at Bu Jingyu, then looked around the yard, but didn't find anything. He then turned around and left quickly.
Where was Feng Wu now?
She had gone to the woodshed.
Bu Jingyu was such a bad actress, and she would give herself away if she was nervous. Therefore, Feng Wu decided to sneak out through the window while Eldest Brother Zhu was outside.
She was a Level 9 inscriptionist now, and even Mr Zuoqiu's formation wouldn't be able to stop her.
Feng Wu didn't waste any more time, because every second was precious!
She wouldn't allow the program to self-destruct.
After climbing over the wall of Bu Jingyu's small courtyard, Feng Wu was very careful, because she was now facing the left courtyard. The left courtyard was full of profound Grandmasters of Inscription and Grandmasters of Formation. Even the slightest movement from her would arouse their vigilance.
Luckily, Mr Zuoqiu wasn't paying attention, or he would have noticed it if Feng Wu tried to activate his formation.
Feng Wu cautiously left the yard, found the woodshed not far away, and dashed in.
First, she dismantled the last fighter. That way, all she had were propellers with inscriptions.
Feng Wu still had 20 propellers with inscriptions.
The Divine Phoenix Pen moved as fast as lightning!
What Feng Wu didn't know was that all the masters of inscription in the left yard were staring at the control screen anxiously.
Mr Zuoqiu was sitting in the middle, and there were two masters on either side of him.
On the big screen was a picture of a hundred fighter jets.
Behind each picture was a series of red numbers.
If one looked closely, they would see that the red numbers were counting down.
Beep, beep —
Every second, every second was spinning at a rapid speed!
The first fighter was about to reach the critical point!
Standing next to Mr Zuoqiu was an elder of inscription surnamed Bian.
Frowning, Elder Bian looked at Mr Zuoqiu. "Do we have to destroy it?"
Mr. Zuoqiu nodded. "Yes."
The other Elder Niu also frowned. "If the Second Prince cares, we can just take back this batch of fighter jets. Why do we have to do this … These 100 fighter jets are too precious!"
The other two elders also looked at Mister Zuoqiu.
Mister Zuoqiu's face was still pale after the incident, but his expression had calmed down.
His face was pale because he still hadn't recovered from the palm strike, and it didn't look like he was going to make a full recovery.
Even Miracle Doctor Mu Lan was helpless.
Mr. Zuoqiu had been coughing up blood all night, but no one else knew about it.
"What if it's not the Second Prince?" Mr. Zuoqiu's face was cold.
"If it's not the Second Prince, could it be the Third Prince?" Everyone asked in unison.
Mr. Zuoqiu rubbed his forehead and said, "What if it's someone from the Junwu Empire?"
"That's impossible!" Elder Bian denied it right away. "He can't be from the Junwu Empire! I can guarantee it with my head! "
The other elders also expressed that it was impossible.
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