The extremely hot noon, not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind in the air, as if the air had stagnated.
A gust of wind blew in, stirring up a heatwave on the ground, burning hot, making it difficult to breathe.
After Chen Mo raided the Salt Warehouse last night, he returned to the village around dawn, took a bath, absorbed the morning's Solar Purple Qi, and then led the Divine Brave Guard who did not participate in last night's action, along with three hundred Divine Martial Guards and the two captives caught last night, heading for Qingtian County.
That's right, Chen Mo's main idea was to file a complaint first.
In the hall of the Qingtian County Government Office, two beams of sunlight passed through the eaves, like two transparent golden ribbons, inside which sparkled specks of dust, spreading outside the hall, with half passing through the threshold.
Chen Mo sat at the lower seat, sipped his tea, looked up at Yuan Youchun above, with a red number "228" on his forehead.
