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The clean gravel street was spotless. Jeffrey walked on it. His extremely shiny black leather boots reflected the white clouds in the sky and made a crisp sound. Behind him were two The charming and colorful female assistant followed behind him obediently, holding documents and materials.

At this moment, Jeffrey looked like a big man. From time to time, acquaintances on the street waved to him, and some vendors bowed to him, but he just nodded with a very reserved smile.

All of this is just because he has a position here, which doesn't sound very prominent, assistant to the executive officer, but if the executive officer's name is Feng Qinglang, and he is not called a rebel, then Jeffrey will undoubtedly be exuded all over his body. With an endless legendary aura, those are the people around the rebel, the cronies of the rebel, isn't it shiny enough?Of course, some people would secretly call him a lackey of the ruler of Xingqing Sanshima, and even say that he is actually the rebel's favorite man. Of course, Jeffrey has heard of this, but he doesn't care at all. He is even faintly proud of it, that is the root of his glory, that is where his current power lies, and that is the fundamental reason why he is respected no matter where he goes, you think it is so easy to be a rebel dog Yes, it was not easy for me to come here...

A year ago, Jeffrey would never have imagined that he would be able to obtain such fame and fortune. In addition to the countless beauties who threw himself into his arms, there were also some family bosses and imperial envoys who used to be aloof. Now, in order to meet the rebels, now I had to bow my head and say hello humbly in front of myself. It felt like drinking a glass of ice-soaked plum juice when I was dying of thirst after walking in the desert for many days.

The younger brothers of his previous adventure group, or the brothers who have been with him in the past, can find a job as long as they come to him now. In the rapidly developing Xingqing forces, there will always be a shortage of available people, but when the Cypriots , he always carefully reviewed, repeatedly judging whether this person is suitable for that position again and again, so as not to make any mistakes. As far as he is concerned, his personal ability is really not as good as it is, but he knows that the most important thing for him to stay in the position of chief assistant of the traitor is loyalty, and he once shared weal and woe with the traitor, that is a life-and-death friendship, Whatever the rebel thinks, he thinks so anyway!

At the end of the gravel street, there is a rose fountain surrounded by white stone fences. Looking to the right, you can see the Xingqing Cultural Center. Xingqing Mishima, who obviously has no cultural background, insists on making this cultural center impressive and has become a cultural center. It is located in a famous commercial center, which makes people have to cooperate with Feng Qinglang's ability to collect money. Of course, the three masters of Xingqing Mishima are too legendary. No matter which one is taken out alone, it can open a cultural exhibition independently. Well, Nan Xinghun's background is a bit weaker, but the success or failure of the Nan family's rise and fall for thousands of years is enough to support it.

Every time he saw it, Jeffrey smiled bitterly in his heart. A year ago, he still remembered that on that mountain peak, Feng Qinglang pointed at that place, saying that it would be a cultural center in the future, and he still sneered in his heart, but now he thinks about it. When I woke up, I really looked like the group of monkeys down the mountain at that time.

The tree-lined boulevard points straight up the mountain, and an artificial river separates it from the commercial area on the gravel road. A finely carved stone arch bridge crosses the river and borders the avenue. At the end of that section of the road is Feng Qinglang's office and where his domicile is.

Jeffel habitually looks around, hey, isn’t the man in black in front of the alley in the middle of those magic-weave props the fifth child with a knife? Reputation status, will you care about the trivial things of the year with you? You don't have to lower your head and pretend you didn't see me...

And the small vendors with apple lamps under the big banyan tree, the dazed old man in the lawn outside the weapon shop, the ordinary woman pretending to be broken-hearted next to the pearl waterfall lamp next to the small bridge... those should be spies or assassins, hey, like you There are not many people like this, but it's a pity, the adults said it doesn't matter, just remember to pay the money when you come in, put aside the assassination and so on, it may not be me, maybe it's His Excellency Ditian, are you right? ?

Taking this opportunity, his beautiful female assistant hurried forward, took out a snow-white cotton handkerchief, and wiped away the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

After looking around, Jeffrey stepped on the stone bridge and strode towards the boulevard. The sunlight seeped through the cracks of the leaves, bringing cool heat, but Jefferson preferred to walk at night. This section of the road, the railing lamps here at night, the apple lamps on the trees, and the corner lamps on both sides of the road... are colorful, as if walking on a road in a fairy tale, like a sweet dream in childhood scenarios that have occurred in the past.

But this is not the handiwork of rebels. Jeffrey remembers Master Qinglang complaining helplessly. In the early days of the business, Master Xinghun actually spent a lot of money to build such a road, and it only showed its color at night. It was a waste of money and people.

But Jeffrey knows that this road is not easy. There are at least ten kinds of large-scale magic patterns, hundreds of hidden ancient magic weapons that he can't figure out, and there are many invisible teleportation During this year, many assassins have walked on this fairy-tale-like boulevard, and thus embarked on a road of no return. Jeffrey remembered that he had buried quite a few of them with his own hands. There is no need for him to do such things anymore, but he knows that there are fewer and fewer assassins and spies who dare to take this path.

When they came to the corner of the boulevard, beside a huge yellow stone sculpture beside the road, Jeffel and his two female assistants stopped, Jeffer activated his command, and the three of them teleported to the mountain peak, It directly saves the pain of mountain climbing. This is a small part of the coordinate teleportation permission that Feng Qinglang gave to Jeffrey, but it is enough to make Jeffrey feel grateful.

He still remembered that Feng Qinglang called him to the office half a year ago, and told him with a smile that Muguchenzhongsan did not actually exist and was just a joke with you. Now that your service period for me has expired, you are free!Jeffel remembered that he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on one knee, and assured Mr. Qinglang that he had gone from hating Su Huolong in the past to worshiping Mr. Qinglang today, and only hoped that the Lord would not drive me away and let me continue. At your service...

Remember the Rebel was smiling, or half a smile, but anyway, he stayed.

Jeffrey didn't feel ashamed, but felt that this was the most successful choice in his life journey. He couldn't tell which part of the oath of allegiance was true and which part was false, but he asked himself, he was really willing to continue Following the rebels, in addition to glory, there is also an asylum called a sense of security.

On the mountain peak, seagulls chirped with the sea breeze, and there was a green land of more than [-] acres in front of you, with a large number of gardens and courtyards interspersed in it. A few deer were gnawing grass not far from Jeffrey, and they didn’t even bother to look at Jeffrey. I glanced at them.

Jeffel tidied up his appearance, then walked forward along the path. On the edge of the cliff, it was a three-story ornate building, where one could overlook the sea and see the huge dark red vortex , in another direction, and can overlook the overall situation of Xingqing Sanshima, Jeffrey always feels that it has an alternative momentum and style, just like the amber standing on the edge of the cliff, shining with noble splendor.

He was very happy to see that there was no figure of Lord Ditian on the edge of the cliff, that adult would appear there occasionally, and Jeffrey didn't like to feel the breath of Dongditian, which seemed to be a cross vortex of coldness and warmth, which could be drawn away at any time. Man torn to pieces.

But we should be grateful for his existence, because the Vortex Alliance once organized a wave of extremely fierce counterattacks half a year ago. They invited a hermit from the coast of Stigmata, a god-level powerhouse, that god-level powerhouse There was a secret battle with Dongditian, and the result of the battle has not been announced. I only know that the hermit announced after the battle that their family will be the most loyal allies of Xingqing Mishima in the future. The forces of corruption must be completely eliminated on the ocean.

So, from then on, there is only one superpower left in the Stigmata Sea Area, and her name is Xingqing Sandao.

The door was open, there was no housekeeper, no servants, Jeffrey walked straight in, and came to the end of the hall, the study room with the door open, beside the pile of documents, the famous rebel was leaning on his office chair He fell asleep, snoring lightly.

Jeffrey is obviously used to this, and he winked behind him. One of the assistants immediately took out the folded trolley from his backpack, and put the signed documents on it lightly. The other assistant will also belong to this morning's Files that need to be approved are placed in that empty location.

They had obviously practiced this kind of movement thousands of times beforehand, and it was very fast without making any noise, but Feng Qinglang woke up soon, rubbing his sleepy eyes, nodded at Jeffrey and the others, and said, "Well, You are here!"

He stretched his waist, swiped and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains behind him completely, and the sun suddenly poured in from behind the heavy curtains. The blue sky was so clear that it was almost transparent, and a few lazy white clouds were wandering in the sky , Feng Qinglang stared blankly for a while, then turned her head and smiled, "What a beautiful morning!"

That sunny smile made even Jeffrey feel his soul tremble, not to mention the two female assistants behind him, these guys are not ordinary handsome guys, but rebels, the masters of Xingqing Mishima.

Faced with those brilliant eyes, Feng Qinglang patted her forehead and said, "Jeffel, have you changed your assistant again?"

Jeffrey hurriedly said: "Uh, actually, it has been a few days since I changed, um, my lord, I really didn't change it on purpose this time, but the previous assistant's ability was indeed recognized, and he was transferred by His Excellency Andrews to the southwest of the dark red vortex. Over there, I went to the big island called Qilin Fortress that participated in the new development."

Feng Qinglang yawned, poured out a cup of hot coffee from a heat-preserving furnace belonging to the ancient magic arts, and asked after drinking, "Is there anything important today?"

Jeffrey quickly took out his memo. Although he had read the content in it more than ten times, in order to avoid omissions, he narrated the memo every time.The clean gravel street was spotless. Jeffrey walked on it. His extremely shiny black leather boots reflected the white clouds in the sky and made a crisp sound. Behind him were two The charming and colorful female assistant followed behind him obediently, holding documents and materials.

At this moment, Jeffrey looked like a big man. From time to time, acquaintances on the street waved to him, and some vendors bowed to him, but he just nodded with a very reserved smile.

All of this is just because he has a position here, which doesn't sound very prominent, assistant to the executive officer, but if the executive officer's name is Feng Qinglang, and he is not called a rebel, then Jeffrey will undoubtedly be exuded all over his body. With an endless legendary aura, those are the people around the rebel, the cronies of the rebel, isn't it shiny enough?Of course, some people would secretly call him a lackey of the ruler of Xingqing Sanshima, and even say that he is actually the rebel's favorite man. Of course, Jeffrey has heard of this, but he doesn't care at all. He is even faintly proud of it, that is the root of his glory, that is where his current power lies, and that is the fundamental reason why he is respected no matter where he goes, you think it is so easy to be a rebel dog Yes, it was not easy for me to come here...

A year ago, Jeffrey would never have imagined that he would be able to obtain such fame and fortune. In addition to the countless beauties who threw himself into his arms, there were also some family bosses and imperial envoys who used to be aloof. Now, in order to meet the rebels, now I had to bow my head and say hello humbly in front of myself. It felt like drinking a glass of ice-soaked plum juice when I was dying of thirst after walking in the desert for many days.

The younger brothers of his previous adventure group, or the brothers who have been with him in the past, can find a job as long as they come to him now. In the rapidly developing Xingqing forces, there will always be a shortage of available people, but when the Cypriots , he always carefully reviewed, repeatedly judging whether this person is suitable for that position again and again, so as not to make any mistakes. As far as he is concerned, his personal ability is really not as good as it is, but he knows that the most important thing for him to stay in the position of chief assistant of the traitor is loyalty, and he once shared weal and woe with the traitor, that is a life-and-death friendship, Whatever the rebel thinks, he thinks so anyway!

At the end of the gravel street, there is a rose fountain surrounded by white stone fences. Looking to the right, you can see the Xingqing Cultural Center. Xingqing Mishima, who obviously has no cultural background, insists on making this cultural center impressive and has become a cultural center. It is located in a famous commercial center, which makes people have to cooperate with Feng Qinglang's ability to collect money. Of course, the three masters of Xingqing Mishima are too legendary. No matter which one is taken out alone, it can open a cultural exhibition independently. Well, Nan Xinghun's background is a bit weaker, but the success or failure of the Nan family's rise and fall for thousands of years is enough to support it.

Every time he saw it, Jeffrey smiled bitterly in his heart. A year ago, he still remembered that on that mountain peak, Feng Qinglang pointed at that place, saying that it would be a cultural center in the future, and he still sneered in his heart, but now he thinks about it. When I woke up, I really looked like the group of monkeys down the mountain at that time.

The tree-lined boulevard points straight up the mountain, and an artificial river separates it from the commercial area on the gravel road. A finely carved stone arch bridge crosses the river and borders the avenue. At the end of that section of the road is Feng Qinglang's office and where his domicile is.

Jeffel habitually looks around, hey, isn’t the man in black in front of the alley in the middle of those magic-weave props the fifth child with a knife? Reputation status, will you care about the trivial things of the year with you? You don't have to lower your head and pretend you didn't see me...

And the small vendors with apple lamps under the big banyan tree, the dazed old man in the lawn outside the weapon shop, the ordinary woman pretending to be broken-hearted next to the pearl waterfall lamp next to the small bridge... those should be spies or assassins, hey, like you There are not many people like this, but it's a pity, the adults said it doesn't matter, just remember to pay the money when you come in, put aside the assassination and so on, it may not be me, maybe it's His Excellency Ditian, are you right? ?

Taking this opportunity, his beautiful female assistant hurried forward, took out a snow-white cotton handkerchief, and wiped away the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

After looking around, Jeffrey stepped on the stone bridge and strode towards the boulevard. The sunlight seeped through the cracks of the leaves, bringing cool heat, but Jefferson preferred to walk at night. This section of the road, the railing lamps here at night, the apple lamps on the trees, and the corner lamps on both sides of the road... are colorful, as if walking on a road in a fairy tale, like a sweet dream in childhood scenarios that have occurred in the past.

But this is not the handiwork of rebels. Jeffrey remembers Master Qinglang complaining helplessly. In the early days of the business, Master Xinghun actually spent a lot of money to build such a road, and it only showed its color at night. It was a waste of money and people.

But Jeffrey knows that this road is not easy. There are at least ten kinds of large-scale magic patterns, hundreds of hidden ancient magic weapons that he can't figure out, and there are many invisible teleportation During this year, many assassins have walked on this fairy-tale-like boulevard, and thus embarked on a road of no return. Jeffrey remembered that he had buried quite a few of them with his own hands. There is no need for him to do such things anymore, but he knows that there are fewer and fewer assassins and spies who dare to take this path.

When they came to the corner of the boulevard, beside a huge yellow stone sculpture beside the road, Jeffel and his two female assistants stopped, Jeffer activated his command, and the three of them teleported to the mountain peak, It directly saves the pain of mountain climbing. This is a small part of the coordinate teleportation permission that Feng Qinglang gave to Jeffrey, but it is enough to make Jeffrey feel grateful.

He still remembered that Feng Qinglang called him to the office half a year ago, and told him with a smile that Muguchenzhongsan did not actually exist and was just a joke with you. Now that your service period for me has expired, you are free!Jeffel remembered that he was so frightened that he immediately knelt down on one knee, and assured Mr. Qinglang that he had gone from hating Su Huolong in the past to worshiping Mr. Qinglang today, and only hoped that the Lord would not drive me away and let me continue. At your service...

Remember the Rebel was smiling, or half a smile, but anyway, he stayed.

Jeffrey didn't feel ashamed, but felt that this was the most successful choice in his life journey. He couldn't tell which part of the oath of allegiance was true and which part was false, but he asked himself, he was really willing to continue Following the rebels, in addition to glory, there is also an asylum called a sense of security.

On the mountain peak, seagulls chirped with the sea breeze, and there was a green land of more than [-] acres in front of you, with a large number of gardens and courtyards interspersed in it. A few deer were gnawing grass not far from Jeffrey, and they didn’t even bother to look at Jeffrey. I glanced at them.

Jeffel tidied up his appearance, then walked forward along the path. On the edge of the cliff, it was a three-story ornate building, where one could overlook the sea and see the huge dark red vortex , in another direction, and can overlook the overall situation of Xingqing Sanshima, Jeffrey always feels that it has an alternative momentum and style, just like the amber standing on the edge of the cliff, shining with noble splendor.

He was very happy to see that there was no figure of Lord Ditian on the edge of the cliff, that adult would appear there occasionally, and Jeffrey didn't like to feel the breath of Dongditian, which seemed to be a cross vortex of coldness and warmth, which could be drawn away at any time. Man torn to pieces.

But we should be grateful for his existence, because the Vortex Alliance once organized a wave of extremely fierce counterattacks half a year ago. They invited a hermit from the coast of Stigmata, a god-level powerhouse, that god-level powerhouse There was a secret battle with Dongditian, and the result of the battle has not been announced. I only know that the hermit announced after the battle that their family will be the most loyal allies of Xingqing Mishima in the future. The forces of corruption must be completely eliminated on the ocean.

So, from then on, there is only one superpower left in the Stigmata Sea Area, and her name is Xingqing Sandao.

The door was open, there was no housekeeper, no servants, Jeffrey walked straight in, and came to the end of the hall, the study room with the door open, beside the pile of documents, the famous rebel was leaning on his office chair He fell asleep, snoring lightly.

Jeffrey is obviously used to this, and he winked behind him. One of the assistants immediately took out the folded trolley from his backpack, and put the signed documents on it lightly. The other assistant will also belong to this morning's Files that need to be approved are placed in that empty location.

They had obviously practiced this kind of movement thousands of times beforehand, and it was very fast without making any noise, but Feng Qinglang woke up soon, rubbing his sleepy eyes, nodded at Jeffrey and the others, and said, "Well, You are here!"

He stretched his waist, swiped and opened the floor-to-ceiling curtains behind him completely, and the sun suddenly poured in from behind the heavy curtains. The blue sky was so clear that it was almost transparent, and a few lazy white clouds were wandering in the sky , Feng Qinglang stared blankly for a while, then turned her head and smiled, "What a beautiful morning!"

That sunny smile made even Jeffrey feel his soul tremble, not to mention the two female assistants behind him, these guys are not ordinary handsome guys, but rebels, the masters of Xingqing Mishima.

Faced with those brilliant eyes, Feng Qinglang patted her forehead and said, "Jeffel, have you changed your assistant again?"

Jeffrey hurriedly said: "Uh, actually, it has been a few days since I changed, um, my lord, I really didn't change it on purpose this time, but the previous assistant's ability was indeed recognized, and he was transferred by His Excellency Andrews to the southwest of the dark red vortex. Over there, I went to the big island called Qilin Fortress that participated in the new development."

Feng Qinglang yawned, poured out a cup of hot coffee from a heat-preserving furnace belonging to the ancient magic arts, and asked after drinking, "Is there anything important today?"

Jeffrey quickly took out his memo. Although he had read the content in it more than ten times, in order to avoid omissions, he narrated the memo every time.