Sun in the Star Iron, my marshal mother

"Xiao Que'er went back to her parents' home today, so she can only go home and play alone~"

Lin En originally wanted to comfort Xiao Guizi and Shang Shang who were captured deep in the enemy camp, but he thought that it was a bit unreasonable for a grown man like him to break into the boudoirs of two young girls in the middle of the night.

The main reason is that two people live together. If Xiao Guizi was alone, he would definitely go to comfort his subordinates, but adding Shang Shang would be inappropriate.

Although with Li Dazhentou's IQ, only Lin En had that idea, and he was even confident that he could trick her into bed ten times in one night, it was illegal to be stupid after all, just like Kazuma sleeping in the same stable with Aqua every day would not cause any trouble to her at all.

Walking on the moonlight, Lynn set out on his journey home.

...............

At the same time, in an abandoned cave somewhere in Changletian.

There are tens of thousands of caves in the Luofu Immortal Boat, some are no bigger than an ancient house, some stretch for thousands of miles, far exceeding the surface area of ​​an ordinary planet. There are always some caves that are poorly managed, and those who violate the law flee there.

The Yunqi Army would regularly search, clear out, and even destroy these abandoned caves, but at least at this moment, this cave was relatively quiet.

Under the moonlight, a gorgeous white coffin stood quietly on the high tower, with the moonlight flowing over it like condensed ice and frost.

Not far from the white coffin, a blond man with long sleeves was leaning against the wall, looking at the mobile phone in his hand, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He was browsing the popular videos on Luofu Video Network. Although it seemed a bit inconsistent with his style, what Luosha wanted to say was...

It's a different era now, but we're still using traditional intelligence gathering methods!

In the old-fashioned places of his hometown, he might still be able to sit in a tavern, listen to the boasting of bards and adventurers and gather information, but in Luofu there is such a developed Yuzhao network. Wouldn't it be too conservative if he didn't make use of it?

Everything is developing. Those who are complacent cannot survive, whether they are mortals, civilizations, or even the almighty star gods.

But if this is the case, the star gods cannot do anything beyond what their destiny allows. It seems that all the star gods are conservative. Then every star god will eventually fall, it is just a matter of time.

Then, it is not surprising that the first one to fall was the extremely old-fashioned [Order] Taiyi.

Luosha gathered his scattered thoughts from his lost homeland back to the present, but found unexpected keywords in this Luofu video network.

"Lynn? The video he posted?"

In order to get in touch with Marshal Yunqi, Luosha was quite concerned about the son of the marshal, so he decisively opened the video.

He seemed to be confronting and shouting at the Star Core Hunter, and his attitude was quite cynical, which was within Luosha's expectations.

But when Lin En's shouting voice came from the phone, Luosha's expression suddenly changed.

My coffin moved because of him!

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py, a friend's book, a rare high-quality original

Introduction: [The terrifying iron monster from Belgus landed in Port Cowell]

[The evil dragon species in the fog advances towards Istanbul]

[The God-forsaken survivors under the lightless sea climbed onto the shore! ]

【The shameful circus clown killed the great Pope!!】

[The dirty mafia of the New World has occupied the border coast! ! ! ]

[The descendants of the Fieldcos family are discussing the legitimacy of the imperial succession law with the empire]

[Ms. Reina has regained the leadership of the Principality of Puzeman. ]

[The holy and glorious Queen returned to her loyal Tarn today! ! ! ]

"Your Majesty, what do you think of this newspaper?"

"I think I miss my days of screwing around in my office on Belgus Street more than I care about the future of the world."

Sitting on the throne, Reina sighed, looked at the other "selves" around her, and began to think about where she had gone wrong.

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This book is also known as "I love your wives in past lives so much!", "The vest must be separated from the real body with honor!", "Is there something wrong with the mysterious world mixing into cyberpunk?"

263. Rakshasa: The demonic body caused her to be like this / Mirror Flow: Fence with me! 4k

When Luosha saw that the white coffin under the moonlight suddenly jumped, he couldn't help but think of the lines of the person in another video he had just seen - Damn, my cabinet moved, I don't want to play anymore!

He understood a little now.

His coffin moved and he stopped watching!

Unfortunately, he also realized that it was too late to turn off the video now. The heavy white coffin made of thorns was shaking more and more violently under the moonlight, forcing him to step forward to comfort the coffin and persuade in a deep voice:

"The promised time has not yet arrived, calm down."

"How do you ask me to calm down!"

A cold voice came from the coffin, causing the thorns growing on the surface of the coffin to tremble and twist, and it was no longer possible to bind the person in the coffin.

The person in the coffin has woken up.

This was beyond Luosha's expectations.

They had clearly made an agreement before arriving at the Immortal Boat that she would remain quiet as long as there was no strong external stimulation and that the trip would go smoothly. For this reason, he had been hiding here before the game officially started. How could something like this happen?

But it is what it is.

When Luosha realized the cause of the problem, a cold but crazy whisper came out from the coffin again:

“I won’t remember that voice wrong!

Get out of my way! "

With a loud bang, a bright moon-like glow overflowed from the cracks in the coffin, and the heavy coffin lid was kicked away by a huge force, taking the Rakshasa behind it with it.

Although he was not injured, he was hit hard by his teammates before the game officially started, which made Luosha look a little subtle.

But he was not angry, after all...the devil's body was like this??????

When the heavy coffin lid was kicked away, a beautiful white-haired woman walked out of the coffin as deep as the curtain of space. Her long hair was tied up with a black hairband, like a mirror in the water, reflecting the cold moonlight.

The blindfold with a silver moon pattern on it melted into the night wind as the woman turned around, revealing her blood-red moon eyes.

"Where is that voice?"

Seeing that Jingliu was about to have a fit of convulsions, Luosha knew that this was not the time to discuss with him. He simply pushed aside the coffin lid and handed the phone to her, his tone still calm:

"Lin En posted the video himself...but judging from your appearance, it's probably more than just a coincidence of names."

He snatched Luosha's mobile phone, and the black-haired young man who was shouting in the video also appeared in Jingliu's eyes, causing his bloodshot pupils to shrink suddenly.

This face!

Even though the figure, race and age are different from the blurry figure in his memory, Jingliu will never forget this face.

"It's him..."

Jing Liu murmured in disbelief.

Jingliu had also considered the possibility that Lin En was still alive. More than 1,600 years ago, it was Jingliu who witnessed Lin En sacrificing his life with a sword to light the way home for the survivors of Cangcheng. She had clearly seen him die in battle and his remains transformed into a hell wolf guarding the Star Gate alone.

Furthermore, even if Lin En was lucky enough to revive, it is impossible for him to survive until now given his age, and it is impossible for him not to come looking for me.

But at this moment, exactly the same name, exactly the same voice, exactly the same appearance, and he also said in person that he was Ying Xing's great-grandmaster... One or two might be coincidences, but so many similarities gave Jing Liu's heart, which had long been as broken as scorched earth, a glimmer of hope.

If he could be like the Vajra Dragon Lord, immortal for a thousand generations; if he could be blessed by the Medicine Master, resurrected from the dead and reborn; if his soul could be caught by the Rememberer, recast into a new body and reincarnate today...

"The son of Marshal Yunqi of Xianzhou was actually a Buli wolf in his previous life. This is really quite humorous..."

Luosha's sigh came to an abrupt end, because the sword of Moonlight Tanhua was already against his throat.

“Take back what you said!”

The bloodshot swordsman spoke in a cold voice, as if he would stab out a cold light with his hand in the next second.

"I'm sorry, I was presumptuous. I didn't mean to offend the master, I just felt a little emotional.

Are you sure?

Marshal's son Lin En is your mentor, the sword-wielding White Wolf Lin En?"

If that is true, then we will have an extra powerful bargaining chip in the negotiations with China.

Rakshasa thought.

"Probably!"

Jingliu forced himself to calm down.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

She, who is walking on the edge of evil, can no longer afford the despair after her false hopes are shattered.

"I'm going to see him. Tell me his location - you must know it!"

"I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious if you can move the sword away first."

As he spoke, Luosha raised two fingers and slightly pushed away the Tanhua sword that was against his throat, and then told Lin En's address that he had investigated earlier.

Before Luosha could continue speaking, Jingliu, who had obtained the information he wanted, slashed the sky with his sword, forcibly tore through the cave boundary and rushed out, leaving Luosha shaking his head and sighing helplessly on the spot.

"Alas, the demonic body caused her to be like this."

.......

At the same time, in Shen Ce Mansion, the general’s residence.

It was already midnight, but the lights were still on.

"Yanqing, swing the sword ten thousand times more and then you can go back and rest."

"Yes, General!"

Under the cool moon, in the bamboo forest, Jing Yuan was sitting at a stone table, drinking warm tea and guiding his disciples to improve their swordsmanship, day after day.

But tonight was destined to be a little different.

"Well, why did Fu Qing come to see me so late?"

Seeing the message pop up on Yuzhao, Jing Yuan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. After opening it, he saw a somewhat confusing text message.

[Fu Xuan: After three breaths, look up to the southwest and see the side of the moon]

Fu Xuan, as always, doesn't speak human language.

Jing Yuan had long been accustomed to Fu Xuan's way of speaking, and he looked up towards the southwest moon with some curiosity.

The moonlight is cold and makes people feel a little chilled.

But just after these three breaths, Jing Yuan's lazy copper-gold lion eyes suddenly focused, because a ray of moonlight flashed under the bright moon!

"is her!"

The leisurely expression on Jing Yuan's face gradually disappeared, and he stood up and walked past his disciple.

"Yanqing, practice your sword skills well. I'll be away for a while."

"Don't worry, General. I won't be lazy!"

The sweaty young man shouted like this, which made Jing Yuan think of his past self.

Back then, I also practiced martial arts and swordplay with my mentor under the moonlight...

In the blink of an eye, it was already nearly seven hundred years ago.

Leaving behind only a light sigh, Jing Yuan's figure had disappeared from the spot.

...

That night.

The waxing moon hanging in the sky was casting a cool faint light, illuminating the quiet paths without street lights. Coincidentally, Lynn's remote residence was among this scene.

The night wind was blowing gently, and the bright moon was temporarily hidden behind the clouds, making the moonlight, which was not bright to begin with, even more hazy.

And Lin En also stopped at the last corner before going home, frowned slightly and looked at the figure leaning against the wall, whose figure was obscured by shadows.

The door is blocked?

Although his various senses have long reached inhuman levels, in order to maintain his daily life as a "human", Lin En generally keeps his physical fitness within the range of ordinary people.