Sheng Fu

Guangli took Yu Wenjun into a small restaurant, and the drink was the common flame wine, as well as some snacks and fruits.

"Your Highness is used to the days above the clouds. I'm afraid this kind of drink won't catch your eyes. I hope His Highness will not dislike you." Guang Li laughed softly.

Yu Wenjun raised his glass and took a sip: "The last time I came to the capital, I didn't have time to taste it carefully. It tastes good, and it's the same tone as yours."

"Although tonight is long, I think it's better to make a long story short. No matter how chaotic the world is, it's better to rest as early as possible after nightfall."

Guangli smiled knowingly, "What are you worried about?"

Yu Wenjun heard the implication, and responded implicitly: "Why do you ask why you know it?"

Guangli didn't want to continue talking about this matter, she looked at Yu Wenjun solemnly and said, "If I form an alliance with you, what kind of benefits can I get in exchange?"

Yu Wenjun was as stable as Mount Tai. He ate a grape. This grape was huge and pinkish-purple. Compared with the grapes from the Spirit Race and the Demon Race, the taste was a bit inferior, but the taste was also more substantial.

"That depends on what kind of alliance it is." Yu Wenjun replied.

Guangli pondered for a while, staring into Yu Wenjun's eyes, and said: "We have a common enemy, the gods or the demons. If the demons are really standing under the dangerous wall, I hope His Highness can be in the North Sea." The place holds one or two."

"Cooperating with His Highness to fight against the human race is against His Highness' will."

"I don't know what your Highness thinks about this alliance?"

War is like this. Occasionally, the positions are changed too quickly. The last time they were enemies, the next time they may become friends. However, it is impossible for the monster race and the human race to become friends in a short period of time.

Yu Wenjun did not refuse, nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Guangli was very surprised. This sentence more or less exposed some of the background of the Dragon Clan. This is not like the style of Yu Wenjun. But no idea yet.

"Why so direct?" Guangli asked curiously.

After the battle between the Human Race and the Monster Race, both sides recovered to pay a high price. At that time, the army of the God Race or the Demon Race went south, and the Dragon Race chose one of them to form an alliance, not to mention dividing up the Monster Race or the Human Race. In such a big battle, they are invincible. As for the follow-up, it depends entirely on the realm of the players on both sides.

Yu Wenjun straight to the point: "You have underestimated the protoss, and you have underestimated the demons. If we don't ally with you, we are definitely not their opponents."

"Of course, these general situations are just the general situation. It depends on the outcome of the war on the frontier between gods and demons."

"Actually, it's not just for these things that you came to me tonight?"

The corners of Guangli's mouth rose, like rippling spring water, and said: "In the capital, there is an elderly man who has performed various deduction calculations on you, deduction calculations regardless of the cost, and a result is obtained. You are looking for someone Plant something."

"Something like luck."

"But what puzzles us is that what you did in the human race completely violated the interests of the dragon race. It's like a muddy lake, and we can't see clearly what's underneath."

"I don't expect His Highness to speak out about his ideals, but I think that since he is an ally, he must get to the bottom of it."

"How much strength is left in the current Dragon Clan?"

The Dragon Clan hasn't shone brightly like the sun for many years.

Yu Wenjun rested his chin with one hand. Regarding the conversation tonight, Yu Wenjun knew very well that Guangli had been adapting to the situation all the time, and a woman's mind was occasionally easier to guess.

In other words, once a woman's mind is used on serious things, it will not be so elusive.

"Stronger than you imagined." Yu Wenjun said with a light smile.

Guangli's heart skipped a beat. At that moment just now, she felt in a daze that she was being looked down upon by a primordial dragon.

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Saibei City, inside the North Camp.

Zhang Benchu, Wei Mo, Guo Shenghe, and others gathered together, and the soldiers were recuperating in their tents. The food tonight was very good, with wine and vegetables, and it was no different from the meal that the death row prisoners in their cells had before they set out on the road.

The meals of these young generals were also the same as those of ordinary soldiers, not only in the northern camp, except for the soldiers and horses of Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War outside the city who strictly abided by the prohibition of alcohol, the rest of the soldiers drank and ate meat openly tonight.

Because tomorrow's battle has little to do with them.

The powerhouses of Wuji and Lingxiao are recharging their energy and recharging their energy to strive to enter an unprecedented peak state before dawn. Facing the battle of life and death, even the powerhouses of Wuji will inevitably have small thoughts of greed for life and fear of death.

There are times when great people are just as good as little people.

But Zhang Benchu ​​was very curious, whether King Zhen'an would make a move tomorrow?
Wei Mo was sitting next to Zhang Benchu, but the general was too embarrassed to ask about it.

One thing is certain, various generals will be standing on the city wall tomorrow to watch the battle.

For the practitioners under Ling Xiao, tomorrow's battle will give them countless inspirations, and it is not ruled out that some people who are in the late stage of Guiyuan or at the peak will suddenly break through a certain pass and enter the realm of Ling Xiao .

Even if this possibility is very small, Wei Mo, Zhang Benchu, Guo Shenghe and others agreed that tomorrow there will inevitably be a new Ling Xiao strongman appearing on the stage, and the scenery is very beautiful.

Inside the Marshal's Mansion.

Tonight Yue Bo was alone, he didn't intend to have a grand talk with King Zhen'an, he sat cross-legged on the futon, Fang Tian's painting halberd was in his hand.

He remembered the last battle of Montenegro, and he barely drew with the Nine Nether Birds.

Many people in the human race feel that Yue Bo's tie has saved some dignity and maintained some status quo. In many people's minds, Yue Bo is not the opponent of Jiuyouque, and the prime minister in the imperial capital also thinks so .

In fact, a few days ago, even Yue Bo himself thought so.

But Fu Hun died, many people died, Yue Bo's state of mind was sublimated again, and he took a crucial step in Wuji Territory.

At the moment, he is not sure whether he can defeat Jiuyouque in high spirits, but one thing is certain, with his current strength, he can barely fight Mr. Gu Yong, even if he is still at a disadvantage, he will definitely It wouldn't be like being trampled underfoot by Mr. Gu Yong at the main entrance of the palace.

Although it is not shameful to lose to Mr. Gu Yong, but he is a general, how can he have too many failures?

Outside Saibei City, on the post road to the south, there is a simple and rough pavilion. In the pavilion, there is a middle-aged man with a heroic posture and a majestic majesty.

At this moment, he also drank some wine and ate peanuts, no different from ordinary people.

There are not many stars tonight, and the north wind is a bit cold. At this time, the life of many poor people is actually very difficult. Thinking of this, he felt guilty.

I remember that many years ago, a commoner in the emperor died of freezing and starvation on the street at the end of the New Year due to various reasons. In a rage, he punished all the officials involved.

Embarrassing the people is the favorite thing for officials to do, not one of them.

Even in the so-called prosperous age, there will still be many people who are not doing well, and among this type of people, many are kind-hearted, industrious and honest people. As for those lazy people, there are indeed, but the number is not many .

Thinking of some political affairs and some human nature, this middle-aged man felt very uncomfortable.

He needs a hearty battle...