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The unique blue coastline of the Alans Continent is in front of you, and the beautiful scenery unfolds like a picture scroll. Feng Qinglang sips tea and asks Huayue beside her: "By the way, don't you see that cat who is inseparable with you?"

Huayue shrugged and said: "In the Flying Fish Islands, Dongditian's memory vortex washed us away. When I found him again, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. Maybe it's a chance for him to transform...I guarded it for a while. , I made sure there was no danger there, so I left first, anyway, he woke up, and he would naturally come to meet me... Well, cousin Oslun should be returning to the stigmata right now, I have already asked him to take a look..."

This is very similar to Nan Xinghun's flying squirrel named Ke'er. Nan Xinghun can still sense it, and it is also in a deep sleep state.

The flag bearers on the military pier along the coast are flying flags, which are welcome signals for the arrival of kings from other countries. For example, if the emperor of the Xia Dynasty comes in person, it will be a similar welcome flag...Looking at this little For the details, Huayue suddenly said quietly: "Qing Lang, I am completely on your boat now, don't let me down!"

Feng Qinglang laughed and said: "Lord Huayue, since we have agreed to share weal and woe, stop worrying about gains and losses."

"Well, why don't you tell me about the current military distribution of the dynasty, especially the ace combat power." Feng Qinglang asked seemingly casually.

Huayue knew that the other party must have read the relevant information. Asking himself this way not only meant to confirm the comparison, but also thought about himself. He dipped his finger in the tea, drew a map of the continent of Alans on the table, and clicked again. North, said: "The northern fringe tribe, the fringe legion, mainly defends the world of the undead, the leader Monet, a contemporary of Weinnuo, but lost to Weennuo in the battle for the guardian of the Di dynasty..."

He pointed to the west again, and said: "Storm Fortress, the former capital of the Dragon Empire, the Storm Legion, is in charge of defending the world of orcs. Maybe he will replace Wiennuo and become the guardian of the Di dynasty, but in recent years, his health has not been good..."

Huayue talked eloquently, obviously understood these materials, and singled out a dozen of the most powerful legions in the Di dynasty one by one. The army has never been thoughtful, but many legion leaders have obvious political inclinations .

These are regular troops, the number of which is in the unit of ten thousand, which is obviously different from the smaller elite regiments such as the Surface Army and the Moon Plane Army, which take the elite route...

Feng Qinglang suddenly said: "If Dynasty Di dispatched two main armies, would it be possible to kill me just by the number of people?"

Huayue smiled bitterly and said, "Qing Lang, I think Dynasty is quite sincere this time. Even if you force the old emperor to abdicate early, he will consider it."

Feng Qinglang also smiled, and looked to the left through the window of the ship. The Di Dynasty ship that was traveling with her was full of Dark Blade people, that is, the ace elite army that covered Weennuo's operation in Xingqing. He couldn't help but said again: "Dark Blade is my guard army in name, if I am really surrounded and suppressed, they will make another kick, and I will really have nowhere to go."

Huayue said solemnly: "You can rest assured on this point. Dark Blade only obeys Wiennuo's orders. Since Wiennuo made it clear that even if you die, you won't be able to lose a hair. They will definitely stick to it. These people He is a pervert who came out of the death training camp, he is determined, and once he receives an order, he will carry it out to the end."

Feng Qinglang finally nodded, and said: "I hope so..." Dark Blade has more than a hundred people, and his personal guards are about 300 people, all of which can be regarded as elite combat power, but if the Di Dynasty is really frantic and dispatches a regular army of more than [-] people , how will that be...

On a stormy night, the Di dynasty failed to kill him, not only because he underestimated the combat power of his newly promoted peerless powerhouse, but also because he was superstitious about the fleeting millennium of the illusionist army, but what if they played crowd tactics this time...

However, their financial situation is in ruins, and they urgently need a friend like Xingqing who is rich and willing to cooperate, and it should not be Xingqing's forces who kill themselves in exchange for crazy revenge...

Huayue comforted: "Qing Lang, I think you are cowardly. Take it easy... Ha, it's here! I look forward to your voice to Di Dynasty, I know you have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"..."

The dignitaries of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Di Dynasty came to the pier to greet them in person. The specifications of the welcome ceremony were all treated like a monarch.

When Feng Qinglang walked down the spacious ship ladder, all the diplomatic officials of the dynasty bowed their heads and bowed in salute. After all, the traitor was so famous in the legend that no one dared to look at him.

The leading official enthusiastically said: "Master Qinglang, welcome your wanderer home!"

Amidst the joyous music of the guard of honor, Allen's footsteps landed on the ground. He thought he would be extremely excited, or he would scream up to the sky. Unexpectedly, when he really stood on this land again, he was so calm. He quietly I wonder if my heart is too old and has been changed too much by time and years...

He looked behind the official, looked around the crowd again, and said indifferently, "Aren't there any members of my clan?"

Behind the official hastily stepped aside, he saw a young fat man with a bald head and a childish face, looking at Feng Qinglang timidly, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother Qinglang, you are finally back!"

Feng Qinglang stared at the other party for a long time before recognizing that he was the grandson of a Orion family at the entrance of the small town. He tentatively asked, "You are a little fat man?!"

The bald and fat man said happily: "Brother Qinglang, it's me, you still remember me!"

He wanted to come forward for a hug or something, but when he remembered the huge difference in status between the two, he couldn't help blushing again, but it was Feng Qinglang who took the initiative to give him a tight hug, and said with a smile: "Your name is Feng Tianle, Right? Haha, you are so old, when I left home, you just entered the private school in Shuxiang, right?"

The fat man named Feng Tianle didn't expect that Feng Qinglang could still remember his name, and he was so happy that his whole face became a ball of laughter, and said: "Yes, it has been so many years in a blink of an eye, brother Qinglang, are you okay?" ?"

Feng Qinglang said with a smile: "I'm fine. Those high-ranking officials and gentlemen in the past will all bow and salute when they see me, don't you think?"

Looking around, Feng Tianle saw that everyone really bowed down. Even the military band, which is usually high-spirited, bowed their heads slightly today. He said happily, "Yes, brother Qinglang, you are a big shot now."

"Well, of course, I don't like which one, so I will kill it directly, and the old emperor will praise me for a good kill if he knows..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent. The people who are used to curse at various receptions and banquets on weekdays are now standing in front of them and swearing at the world. They really have nothing to do. They are still worried that this little fat man must not be childish Come on, I don’t believe it, and then the rebels really killed a few at random to prove it to him...

"How are you all?"

"Everything is fine. Thanks to Miss Tang Rui's care, my life is going well. Recently, His Majesty invited us to visit the Imperial Capital together. When he asked us who wanted to pick you up, I got excited and was the first to stand. Come out, so I was chosen..."

Feng Qinglang smiled coldly, and looked at the leading official, who could only try to accompany the smile, and said in a low voice: "Lord Qinglang, your people are waiting for you in the Sky City, and His Majesty also wants to treat them well... "

Feng Qinglang understands the subtext of the other party, if all your clansmen come, you lead them aboard, transfer them away and return to Xingqing, then this peace negotiation will be completely ruined.

Seeing Feng Qinglang's unkind expression, Feng Tianle asked cautiously, "Brother Qinglang?"

Feng Qinglang touched the other party's bald head, and said with a smile, "It's okay! Alright, from now on, you can hang out with brother!"

"Hey, that's been my wish since childhood..." Feng Tianle was a fifteen or six-year-old boy after all, seeing that Feng Qinglang was still as kind as he remembered, and not at all as hideous and terrifying as the folk rumors said. Gradually relax.

"..."

After the cumbersome diplomatic ceremony, after listening to the route the other party was planning to arrange and the reception arrangements along the way, this matter was originally handled by Jeffrey, but Feng Qinglang suddenly interrupted: "We choose the route independently, anyway, there is still time for the emperor's birthday." For a period of time, we can always arrive at Sky City before our birthday!" The blue-blue coastline unique to Alans Continent is already in front of us, and the beautiful scenery unfolds in front of us like a picture scroll. Feng Qinglang sips tea and asks Hua Yue : "By the way, don't you see the cat that was inseparable with you?"

Huayue shrugged and said: "In the Flying Fish Islands, Dongditian's memory vortex washed us away. When I found him again, he had already fallen into a deep sleep. Maybe it's a chance for him to transform...I guarded it for a while. , I made sure there was no danger there, so I left first, anyway, he woke up, and he would naturally come to meet me... Well, cousin Oslun should be returning to the stigmata right now, I have already asked him to take a look..."

This is very similar to Nan Xinghun's flying squirrel named Ke'er. Nan Xinghun can still sense it, and it is also in a deep sleep state.

The flag bearers on the military pier along the coast are flying flags, which are welcome signals for the arrival of kings from other countries. For example, if the emperor of the Xia Dynasty comes in person, it will be a similar welcome flag...Looking at this little For the details, Huayue suddenly said quietly: "Qing Lang, I am completely on your boat now, don't let me down!"

Feng Qinglang laughed and said: "Lord Huayue, since we have agreed to share weal and woe, stop worrying about gains and losses."

"Well, why don't you tell me about the current military distribution of the dynasty, especially the ace combat power." Feng Qinglang asked seemingly casually.

Huayue knew that the other party must have read the relevant information. Asking himself this way not only meant to confirm the comparison, but also thought about himself. He dipped his finger in the tea, drew a map of the continent of Alans on the table, and clicked again. North, said: "The northern fringe tribe, the fringe legion, mainly defends the world of the undead, the leader Monet, a contemporary of Weinnuo, but lost to Weennuo in the battle for the guardian of the Di dynasty..."

He pointed to the west again, and said: "Storm Fortress, the former capital of the Dragon Empire, the Storm Legion, is in charge of defending the world of orcs. Maybe he will replace Wiennuo and become the guardian of the Di dynasty, but in recent years, his health has not been good..."

Huayue talked eloquently, obviously understood these materials, and singled out a dozen of the most powerful legions in the Di dynasty one by one. The army has never been thoughtful, but many legion leaders have obvious political inclinations .

These are regular troops, the number of which is in the unit of ten thousand, which is obviously different from the smaller elite regiments such as the Surface Army and the Moon Plane Army, which take the elite route...

Feng Qinglang suddenly said: "If Dynasty Di dispatched two main armies, would it be possible to kill me just by the number of people?"

Huayue smiled bitterly and said, "Qing Lang, I think Dynasty is quite sincere this time. Even if you force the old emperor to abdicate early, he will consider it."

Feng Qinglang also smiled, and looked to the left through the window of the ship. The Di Dynasty ship that was traveling with her was full of Dark Blade people, that is, the ace elite army that covered Weennuo's operation in Xingqing. He couldn't help but said again: "Dark Blade is my guard army in name, if I am really surrounded and suppressed, they will make another kick, and I will really have nowhere to go."

Huayue said solemnly: "You can rest assured on this point. Dark Blade only obeys Wiennuo's orders. Since Wiennuo made it clear that even if you die, you won't be able to lose a hair. They will definitely stick to it. These people He is a pervert who came out of the death training camp, he is determined, and once he receives an order, he will carry it out to the end."

Feng Qinglang finally nodded, and said: "I hope so..." Dark Blade has more than a hundred people, and his personal guards are about 300 people, all of which can be regarded as elite combat power, but if the Di Dynasty is really frantic and dispatches a regular army of more than [-] people , how will that be...

On a stormy night, the Di dynasty failed to kill him, not only because he underestimated the combat power of his newly promoted peerless powerhouse, but also because he was superstitious about the fleeting millennium of the illusionist army, but what if they played crowd tactics this time...

However, their financial situation is in ruins, and they urgently need a friend like Xingqing who is rich and willing to cooperate, and it should not be Xingqing's forces who kill themselves in exchange for crazy revenge...

Huayue comforted: "Qing Lang, I think you are cowardly. Take it easy... Ha, it's here! I look forward to your voice to Di Dynasty, I know you have been waiting for this day for a long time!"

"..."

The dignitaries of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Di Dynasty came to the pier to greet them in person. The specifications of the welcome ceremony were all treated like a monarch.

When Feng Qinglang walked down the spacious ship ladder, all the diplomatic officials of the dynasty bowed their heads and bowed in salute. After all, the traitor was so famous in the legend that no one dared to look at him.

The leading official enthusiastically said: "Master Qinglang, welcome your wanderer home!"

Amidst the joyous music of the guard of honor, Allen's footsteps landed on the ground. He thought he would be extremely excited, or he would scream up to the sky. Unexpectedly, when he really stood on this land again, he was so calm. He quietly I wonder if my heart is too old and has been changed too much by time and years...

He looked behind the official, looked around the crowd again, and said indifferently, "Aren't there any members of my clan?"

Behind the official hastily stepped aside, he saw a young fat man with a bald head and a childish face, looking at Feng Qinglang timidly, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother Qinglang, you are finally back!"

Feng Qinglang stared at the other party for a long time before recognizing that he was the grandson of a Orion family at the entrance of the small town. He tentatively asked, "You are a little fat man?!"

The bald and fat man said happily: "Brother Qinglang, it's me, you still remember me!"

He wanted to come forward for a hug or something, but when he remembered the huge difference in status between the two, he couldn't help blushing again, but it was Feng Qinglang who took the initiative to give him a tight hug, and said with a smile: "Your name is Feng Tianle, Right? Haha, you are so old, when I left home, you just entered the private school in Shuxiang, right?"

The fat man named Feng Tianle didn't expect that Feng Qinglang could still remember his name, and he was so happy that his whole face became a ball of laughter, and said: "Yes, it has been so many years in a blink of an eye, brother Qinglang, are you okay?" ?"

Feng Qinglang said with a smile: "I'm fine. Those high-ranking officials and gentlemen in the past will all bow and salute when they see me, don't you think?"

Looking around, Feng Tianle saw that everyone really bowed down. Even the military band, which is usually high-spirited, bowed their heads slightly today. He said happily, "Yes, brother Qinglang, you are a big shot now."

"Well, of course, I don't like which one, so I will kill it directly, and the old emperor will praise me for a good kill if he knows..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent. The people who are used to curse at various receptions and banquets on weekdays are now standing in front of them and swearing at the world. They really have nothing to do. They are still worried that this little fat man must not be childish Come on, I don’t believe it, and then the rebels really killed a few at random to prove it to him...

"How are you all?"

"Everything is fine. Thanks to Miss Tang Rui's care, my life is going well. Recently, His Majesty invited us to visit the Imperial Capital together. When he asked us who wanted to pick you up, I got excited and was the first to stand. Come out, so I was chosen..."

Feng Qinglang smiled coldly, and looked at the leading official, who could only try to accompany the smile, and said in a low voice: "Lord Qinglang, your people are waiting for you in the Sky City, and His Majesty also wants to treat them well... "

Feng Qinglang understands the subtext of the other party, if all your clansmen come, you lead them aboard, transfer them away and return to Xingqing, then this peace negotiation will be completely ruined.

Seeing Feng Qinglang's unkind expression, Feng Tianle asked cautiously, "Brother Qinglang?"

Feng Qinglang touched the other party's bald head, and said with a smile, "It's okay! Alright, from now on, you can hang out with brother!"

"Hey, that's been my wish since childhood..." Feng Tianle was a fifteen or six-year-old boy after all, seeing that Feng Qinglang was still as kind as he remembered, and not at all as hideous and terrifying as the folk rumors said. Gradually relax.

"..."

After the cumbersome diplomatic ceremony, after listening to the route the other party was planning to arrange and the reception arrangements along the way, this matter was originally handled by Jeffrey, but Feng Qinglang suddenly interrupted: "We choose the route independently, anyway, there is still time for the emperor's birthday." For a period of time, we can always rush to the Sky City before our birthday!"