Chapter 127: Touching People with Emotion

After saying goodbye to the banquet monarch, Cang Qingle didn't understand his departure at this juncture, this heavy rain and zombie siege period, it was not easy to get out, not to mention that he had to go through the siege.

Most of the strong are not afraid of difficulties, and when the banquet was so painful, these zombies haven't been able to let him take it seriously.

The heavy rain did not stop, and the wet weather made the base chaotic, Cang Qingle was simple, deaf to the things outside the window, and devoted herself to learning her musical score.

Ever since Yan Jun ordered Hua Bing to stay and protect her, this guy is like a little bee that has spotted a flower and chases after her, and he follows wherever she goes.

This made Cang Qingle feel a little irritable, but out of caution, she didn't say anything, she was annoyed, and safety was the most important thing.

After lunch, Tian Younian came again.

"Second Miss, the base chief ordered me to come and ask you to go back."

Cang Qingle mocked: "At this time, he actually has time to think of me. ”

The drainage of the city ground is not easy, it is easy to accumulate water, floods often occur, the rainfall in the past two days is not small, presumably the base has been flooded in many places, and there are zombies gathered outside.

"The base chief can think of the second miss in his busy schedule, so he naturally cares about you." Tian Younian's face did not change, his heart was transparent, and he didn't have to care about it for twenty years, what Cangshan Ke said was a little true, he understood, but he was just here to pass on the word.

Cang Qingle snorted coldly: "Tell him that I don't want to go back, and I won't go back." ”

"Since the second lady is like this. I won't persuade you too much, you take care of yourself. He glanced at Cang Qingle's bulging belly with unfinished eyes, and his eyes were full of regret.

Until Tian Younian walked away, Cang Qingle was still standing at the door, looking at his back, his brows frowning deeper and deeper. What did that last look at him mean?

"Miss Cang, you can't stand here and blow the wind, it's cold outside, please go back to your room." Hua Bing came out of the darkness at the right time.

Cang Qingle listened. Turn around and walk towards the elevator. In the small space of the elevator, her eyes were staring at the screen showing the floor, and the red light flashed one floor after another, and she didn't know how long she was in a daze. The body swayed with the elevator. Hua Bing silently supported her from behind.

Tilt your head. He asked softly, "Hua Bing, please tell me that I will be placed here." Is it the instructions of Brother Ayan, or is it the request of the banquet? ”

"It's the young master, he said, and it's safe at height."

"Is it safe?" If an earthquake comes, it's too late to escape.

It's just that at this height, it's not easy for Cangshanke or Cang Yale to send someone to harm her, at least infiltrating is a problem, don't even think about climbing over the wall and climbing the window or anything.

When I feasted on you, I had only been away for a few hours, and I thought of you unconsciously.

No, Cang Qingle shook her head, she didn't care so much about knowing that a man was good to her, she was just protecting his child when she was feasting, and it was her by the way.

Suddenly thought of another thing, "I see that Brother A's people have been frequently dispatched in the past two days, and there seems to be some action, do you know what he is planning for?" ”

Hua Bing nodded and said lightly: "Well, he chose to join forces with the Ye family, what plan did Ye Xingchen arrange a few days ago, but this time it was stopped because of He Resentment's show of goodwill." Most of them are uniting to take power from your father. ”

He Yan's movements were obvious, and Ye Xingchen's movements were also obvious, as a specially trained person, it was not difficult to capture this information, he was just a little puzzled, Ye Xingchen's previous big movements seemed to be intentionally taking his subordinates away from the old base, but suddenly stopped, the reason for it was confusing, and he didn't understand how he thought about it.

Cang Qingle was a little surprised, "Brother Ah Yan and Ye Xingchen have joined forces." ”

Sure enough, her butterfly wings flickered too much, changing its original trajectory.

Brother Ayan, who was still independently supported five years after the end of his previous life, chose to join forces with the Ye family at this time.

That Cangshan Ke, the base leader, was extremely anxious at this time, and he really wanted to see what he looked like now.

In the following days, heavy rain fell one after another, and the interior of the Canglong base, which became more and more waterlogged, soon became an "ocean".

With the night family completely standing by and watching, Cangshanke's rescue measures gradually weakened, and more and more people ran outside the Fifth Legion's station to ask for help, and Night Star finally intervened after nearly a week of silence.

Most of the Fifth Army Corps were well-trained soldiers, and when it came to fighting floods and rescuing people, they took advantage of too many people sent by Cangshan Ke, and within a day, most of the stagnant water was cleared, and the reputation of the Ye family was rising.

Under such a disadvantage, Cangshan Ke still sent Tian Younian every day, but the building came to invite Cang Qingle home, and it was uninterrupted.

As in the past, after Leng Yan rejected Tian Younian, Cang Qingle was about to go back to the room, and Hua Bing followed behind him quietly, "Miss Cang, I hope you don't have a soft heart. ”

In the past few days, Cangshan Ke has behaved like a truly loving father, sending people every day to urge his daughter to go home, although Hua Bing doesn't quite believe that Cang Qingle will be overcome by this kind of warm offensive, but just in case, he still can't help but remind her.

Is it possible to be soft-hearted? For a father like Cangshanke, she had given up a long time ago, and he couldn't impress a daughter who didn't have the slightest affection for him.

"Let's go, go up and practice the flute with me for a while, and then rest." At this time, she will also be sleepy like other pregnant women.

After two severe stomach pains, the child did not move, and she wanted to spend the next few days lazily, there was nothing to worry about.

She has been able to master Hua Jia's music scores proficiently, but this proficiency is only limited to the first volume, and the next volume is still too difficult.

Fortunately, she once learned to play the bamboo flute because she loved traditional control instruments, and at this time, as long as she was proficient in musical notation.

She usually doesn't dare to use the bone flute easily, just uses an ordinary flute instead, people who know that she is practicing musical notation, only when she uses this method to dispatch boring time, many times, her boredom is envied, everyone is tired of trying to survive, where can there be leisure, have the heart to touch such a thing as music.

"Miss Cang, you have a good grasp of the tune, but the flute still lacks strength and penetration, and you can't give full play to the maximum power of the bone flute." Hua and mentioned.

The stronger the penetration of the sound made by the bone flute, the greater the range of influence, and the more zombies can be dispersed.

"Then do you estimate that at my current level, how many layers of power can I exert the power of the bone flute and disperse the zombies in a certain range?" Cang Qingle is more concerned about this, he can't eat hot tofu in his heart, he just needs to grasp the tune well, and it takes time to practice the strength to get better and better.

Hua Bing thought for a while, "About two layers of power, with your current level, you can disperse zombies within a radius of three or four miles, and it is not a problem to deal with zombies below level five." ”

There is such a great power in the two layers, and the history of the bone flute is really unimaginable. (To be continued......)