"Lord Young Master hopes that Lord Long Yuan can cooperate with us to investigate the berserker, the tripartite talks will begin soon, and we must send back useful information about him after the tripartite talks are over. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" The bloated man raised his head and looked carefully at the eyes under Long Yuan's mask.

"Berserker?" Long Yuan stretched out his voice and half-squatted down, "Heh, interesting!" The people of the Oleg clan want to know about this, why do you say this? ”

The bloated man didn't reply, he lowered his head and looked at the white and dazzling snowflakes on the ground, "The little one doesn't dare to speculate." ”

"So you've always been a dog minion." Long Yuan chuckled, turned his back to the man, and tucked his cuffs, "Why don't you go to the Mo family of the Xuangong clan?" He's the one in the organization, and I'm not, it's crazy that guy actually exposed me to you for the sake of a berserker! ”

"His Royal Highness the Young Lord doesn't believe in the Mo family of the Xuangong clan." The bloated man noticed that when he finished speaking, Long Yuan shook his shoulders under the wide black cloud, he knew that the other party was waiting for him to finish speaking, "The last failed operation, Lord Bai Yu was suspicious of him. ”

"Oh, that guy is complicated." Long Yuan's voice was a little lazy, "Okay, you go back, I will fully cooperate with you in this operation." I also want to see the relationship between this berserker and the people of the Oleg clan, when the time comes, it will definitely be lively! ”

"Hmm." The bloated man nodded, but his face changed at this moment. The man in front of him had strange traces, and in the message he transmitted, he impliedly mentioned that he had been cultivated by the organization as a legalist, but later he was stubborn and resisted the organization's arrangement.

Whether it was Tianji Pavilion, Yaoguang, or Fox Concubine, most of the people who disobeyed the organization's arrangement died unexpectedly, but the man in front of him was an accident, and the organization saw immeasurable value in him.

"I'll contact you then." Long Yuan opened his mouth in a moment, he glanced at the lead-gray sky, and his gaze became indifferent, "I'm a carefree person, and I still can't escape their arrangement after all. ”

"Oh." The man stood up, his bloated body trembled, he glanced at Long Yuan, who was muttering to himself, bowed respectfully, and walked towards the way he came.

After a while, Long Yuan, who was standing in place, shook the heavy snow flakes on the black flakes, raised one hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing his extremely handsome face. He tilted his head back and looked at the sky, his black hair fluttering in the wind and snow, and said to himself, "How can I believe in the destiny of heaven?" That old man in Confucianism really taught me in vain. ”

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Separated from the north side of the strait, the people of the Xuzhou Business Alliance are moving their wealth southward on a small scale, and with the help of huge ships, a group of people who have stayed in a foreign country for a long time have begun to migrate south.

Half a month after Yu Ziwen, he once again stepped into the territory of Dayu. He rode a grey-spotted steed, followed by several oil-walled carts drawn by horses, and made his way through the wind and snow.

After a few moments, they stopped in front of an inn. Yan Sule trotted out of the inn with a few men dressed as subordinates, and cooperated with the guards on the side of the carriage to carefully move out the boxes in the carriage one by one.

In the wind and snow, Yu Ziwen raised his head and stepped into the inn. Yan Sule glanced at Yu Ziwen's back and ran to the front of the other party, "The guest officer comes with me, the little one has already prepared a room for you." ”

"Hmm." Yu Ziwen nodded and followed Yu Ziwen's footsteps forward. Half a day after the two came to a room, Yan Sule glanced at the bed. After hesitating for a moment, he put the copper-colored antler badge hairpin on his chest, cautiously took out an azure jar wrapped in white cloth from under the bed, and handed it to Yu Ziwen, "My lord, General Fan's ashes." ”

In the end, Yan Sule had a trill.

"Is there any movement on the Shizi's side?" When Yu Ziwen's hand was raised, his hands trembled for a moment, he looked at the jar in his hand, holding it with one hand, rubbing it carefully with the other, and his eyes gradually moistened.

"Also... Not yet. Yan Sule replied.

Yu Ziwen's hand flickered, and there was gradually a long-standing disappointment in his pupils. Outside, there are more than 4,000 white bones and ashes of Yue people waiting to go back, which are 4,000 dead passers-by who have returned to Yue like arrows. He has been running around these days in order to arrange for his compatriots to return home as soon as possible, but now there is no sign of action in the situation of their sons.

"Suraku, you go and arrange it. Tonight, I'm going to meet with the son. Yu Ziwen wiped the surface of the enamel with his sleeve and commanded.

"Yes, I'll do it." Yan Sule nodded, walked slowly to the side of the door, took off the badge on his chest, and walked out to close the door casually.

Midnight.

A swaying figure appeared in the dark road, and a man at the inn was waiting shivering in the cold night with a bamboo cage, and the snow had already crept into his boots.

After the figure approached, he rubbed his hands vigorously, cheered up, and walked towards the figure with a bamboo cage, "Lord Yu has been waiting for the arrival of the prince for a long time." ”

"What's your name?" The man lowered his head and glanced at the bent man, his gaze sweeping over the badge on the other's chest.

"Yan Sule." The man carrying the bamboo cage replied.

"Thank you for your hard work." The man's eyes showed guilt, and he reached out and gently patted the other party's shoulder, "In front of me, you don't need to bend down, the man of the Yan clan of Yue Guo has always had a straight back in my mind." ”

As soon as the man's words fell, Yan Sule's eyes gradually moistened. He slowly straightened his back, stood beside the man like an ancestor, and stretched out another low-hanging arm, "Shizi, please come with me." ”

After a while, Yan Sule pushed the door open and moved to the side of the door. When the man walked in, he closed the door again.

In the room, Yu Ziwen held the jar containing Fan Tie's ashes and stood straight.

As soon as the man walked in, he immediately shouted, "Has the prince forgotten the burden on his shoulders?" Have you forgotten whose blood you have in your veins? Forgot what we were waiting for? ”

The words are like iron, and the sound is like the vocal cords are torn apart when they are broken.

The man was stunned, he looked at Yu Ziwen in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while. He is the former son of the Yue Kingdom, and he has the hope of tens of thousands of Yue people who have been exiled to other countries, and his mother was imprisoned in the palace in chains by the enemy who killed his father.

His surname is Li, his name is Hongye, and his son is Xuanwen. A name that he hadn't dared to use for a long time, which was a humiliation for him.

"Shizi, please put the country first!" Yu Ziwen knelt down heavily, and when his eyes were red and swollen, he yelled again.