Chapter 819: Ling Luo's Mourning Hall (4)
Southern Xinjiang is nothing but a slap in the face.
Its territory is dominated by swamps and hills, and the climate is extremely humid and hot, which is very suitable for the growth of poisonous insects.
However, the quality of life of local residents is much worse, and it can even be regarded as poverty.
Real poverty. Far poorer than when Dongchen was ruled by the Chaos Spirit.
Southern Xinjiang has always been best at watching the vicious fight between Xijiu and Dongchen on the sidelines, playing the role of a clown in it, constantly causing stumbling blocks and worsening the relationship between the two countries.
Therefore, for thousands of years, this small country has steadily reaped the benefits.
Now, it has reached the stage of cold lips and teeth. It's completely impossible to reap the benefits of fishing or something.
"Is Nanjiang just going to launch an attack on Xijiu?" Obviously, Xuanyuan Yu also easily saw through this.
Ling Luo's expression was extremely grim, and he said, "I don't know, Yu, we have to go back to the General's Mansion quickly, and then tell Grandpa about this matter, and then go to the palace to face the saint." ”
"Hmm." Xuanyuan Yu nodded slightly.
Half an hour later, Black Feather landed in the dark alley of the most prosperous street in Yingyang City.
The group walked out of the dark alley and stepped into Yingyang Street.
The familiar bustling streets, the familiar bustling crowds, the familiar cries of the night markets.
Ling Luo took a deep breath, it was the taste of his hometown.
Although he only lived in this place for a few months after being reborn, the inexplicable bond had been formed unconsciously.
This is the land where Ling Zhan, Xiao Zheng and Ran Ran live, and she must protect it.
Lift your head up and look up at the sky.
It's still a clear deep blue.
It seems that the large area of poisonous insects has not yet attacked. Black Feather's speed was as fast as lightning, and they were one step ahead after all.
"This is Master's country!" Xun'er pulled Ling Luo's hand, blinked her extremely pure ice blue eyes, and looked at the bustling streets with interest, "Sure enough, unlike Dongchen, it won't snow." ”
"Wow! It's the moon! ”
Xun'er was full of curiosity about everything as if she had discovered a new continent, and she raised her head and looked up at the full moon like a silver plate above the clear deep blue sky.
"It's so beautiful, Xun'er has never seen the moon!"
Ling Luo lowered his head and looked at the innocent and delicate little face on Xun'er's face, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
"Let's go, Xun'er, let's go home."
A few people in a group attracted the attention of many people along the way.
A handsome and wicked man, a stunningly beautiful and elegant woman, an angelic three-year-old girl, sitting on a very fat black cat like a pig, and a lovely white-haired ball with wings.
However, soon, someone recognized Ling Luolai.
"Look, isn't that the missing Third Miss Ling Mansion and her beggar husband?"
"Yes! Didn't it mean that when he was on a mission at Jiulan Academy, he unfortunately fell into the depths of the earth and disappeared? ”
"The people in the academy thought she was dead! No trace was found for a month, and General Ling's mansion had already given up and opened a mourning hall for her in the mansion. ”
"Shhh
"Tsk, you say, could it be that Miss Ling San's soul is coming home, it seems to be burning the head seven today."
"Hey! Don't scare me! ”
"What's not a ghost? If you think about it, those two people fell directly into the center of the mountain range of the gods, which is a dead mountain without any life! ”