It only took a few months for the Tianji Battalion to become famous in Mobei far beyond its reputation in the Central Plains for many years.

Once upon a time, Tianji Camp was low-key, but now it is eager to be high-profile and high-profile, so that everyone can know it. Now, the 36 countries of the Western Regions seem to have spread all over the Tianji Camp, and the black-clad and masked killers under their doors are also famous in this vast sea of sand.

Gold and silver treasures flowed out of the hands of the employers, and through Master Feng, the flowing water was generally carried into the Heavenly Machine Camp.

However, these riches did not warm anyone.

The underground palace hidden under the yellow sand is still gloomy and cold.

Even though the desert is scorching in the sun overhead, it is cold inside.

The black-clothed young man rubbed his nose and frowned slightly.

His eyebrows and eyes are excellent, delicate and handsome. The eyelashes are long and thick, and at the moment of bowing his head, he is like a small fan, quietly staggered, but there is no trace of cowardly fat powder on his body.

When he first stepped into the Tianji Camp, he was only seven years old, and he was as beautiful as Ru kiln porcelain, delicate but fragile.

But no one thought that in just a few years, the youngest would become the one with the highest martial arts attainments among the eleven people present. Naturally, because of his young age, the lack of strength is difficult to make up, but his diligence and talent in this area are enough to surprise people.

However, the reason why Yan Huai worked so hard was just because he didn't want to disappoint his father.

He always thought that if he succeeded, his father would probably come and pick him up with a smile.

But my father never appeared.

And his gritted teeth and hard work have become a habit.

"Eleven, it's time to go!"

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and looked ahead, Ji Jun was already holding the mask. Ready.

"Hmm." Yan Huai quickly tightened the remaining other cuff and smiled.

Ji Jun just looked at him with a sinking face, and said in a low voice: "The danger of this mission is no less than that of the previous ones, you should be careful!" ”

In the past, they set off together in groups of several people, but this time, because of the many tasks and insufficient manpower, he had to go with Yan Huai. That's it, in the end, he has to rely on the youngest Yan Huai to get close to the goal, and because of this, he is the most dangerous.

Yan Huai knew that he was not at ease with himself. He also honestly restrained his smile and nodded solemnly.

Only then did the two of them hurry up and walk out of the dungeon facing the scorching sun.

Surprisingly, however, this time it was so easy.

Yan Huai's technique is flexible and changeable. His people are as cunning as the big-eared fox in the desert, and they are impossible to guard against.

"You...... It seems that I am getting more and more used to such days...... "After the fact." Ji Jun couldn't help but sigh with a strange expression.

Obviously the youngest of them. But he adapted to the changes of the Tianji Camp better than anyone else.

Ji Jun remembered that his hand would tremble when he drew his sword to kill, and his face became a little more ugly. Before the dilemma in the Tianji Camp, their group practiced swords and guns every day, but no one had ever really killed anyone and felt the taste of blood splattering. The consequences of the lack of real combat. This directly led to their small mistakes in action.

Soft-heartedness is fatal.

But Yan Huai is not much like them.

On the first mission, he fought his way out of the encirclement alone, dragging his seriously injured body to join them.

Think of it this way. Ji Jun glanced at Yan Huai more.

Fortunately, such a person is a brother and a close friend, if he is an enemy, wouldn't it be a lot of trouble?

In a few years, when he has more wings, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

Ji Jun stepped forward with a smile and hooked Yan Huai's neck and asked, "Eleven, I haven't been out for a long time, let's stay quietly for a while, shall we?" ”

Yan Huai smiled, "Let's go and change my clothes first!" ”

The two of them glanced at each other, and then quickly walked towards a house.

When he came out again, the mask on his face was gone, and the black clothes on his body had been changed to the clothes that the locals were used to, which were bright and dazzling.

For the sake of prudence, the two of them also deliberately smeared their faces, dressed more like locals, and lost a little bit of the atmosphere of the Central Plains.

Fortunately, the two of them have been in Mobei for many years, and they can understand Hu Yu, but no one can see through a little disguise.

The two of them went to the market.

The sun above his head hung red, like a furnace that would never be extinguished.

But by this time, it was approaching autumn.

In autumn and winter, there are the most business trips, so the market has actually begun to have the prosperity of the past.

The two of them just watched and didn't buy, and walked around leisurely.

Visiting the market is the best way to listen to the news.

Since the last time they killed the old city lord of Dunhuang, this was the first time they had entered the city.

After more than half a year, there was a new city lord in Dunhuang City, and they had all heard of it, but the specific news was not clear. It is rumored that this city lord is a native of the Central Plains who settled in Dunhuang and is extremely talented. But on the side, nothing can be transmitted.

Who is the surname of the new city owner, how old he is, and who the family members are.

The two of them began to talk to the vendors in fluent Hu, gossiping about homely things, and pretending to ask about the new city lord casually.

Gradually, Ji Jun walked away.

Yan Huai saw it and didn't immediately follow.

The hot wind swept across his cheeks, and there was a slight seriousness in his eyes.

In the Sir-Vietnamese language that came clearly in his ears, he was talking about the current affairs of Nishi-Viet Kyoto in a consoled tone.

Yan Huai's eyes were a little colder, and he pretended to unintentionally pass over the businessmen who were talking. The appearance of the dusty servants, even if they are put on clean clothes, it is difficult to erase them, it can be seen that these people only entered Dunhuang in the past two days. Then what they said should have been months ago.

"Emperor Su Fang......" He silently recited this title in his heart, and he was a little dazed for a while.

Although he was young when he left Kyoto, his father, as the Duke of Chengguo, also had a face in front of the emperor, and he had seen the holy face many times. He clearly remembered that the person sitting on the throne was called Emperor Qinglong.

Could it be that the throne has changed?

His heart couldn't help but rise, and in this way, the people in the southern city of Kyoto would probably be implicated.

Chengguo Mansion, is it okay?

But as soon as such a thought came out, he gritted his teeth and suppressed it.

Father for many years. There is no news, is the Chengguo Mansion okay, what does it have to do with him, an outcast who is in a remote area?

With a cold face, he turned his head and prepared to leave to find Ji Jun.

But I didn't expect the words of those people to change, and they really talked about the Chengguo Mansion!

His footsteps subconsciously stopped.

One of them said, "Cheng Guogong has been sick for so long, and he is finally sick." ”

The other man then said, "Not really! I heard that the prince has never appeared, and I don't know if it is life or death, it seems that this title will have to fall into the hands of Yan Er Gongzi in the end! ”

"I'm afraid it can only be like this, the prince has not been seen for many years. Maybe even the bones are rotten long ago. ”

Sentence after sentence, Yan Huai froze when he heard it.

A few people were talking enthusiastically, when suddenly a voice interjected, "I said you guys know a fart!" People become the affairs of the country's mansion, and you can only mess with the guys in Dongcheng. Can you know? Just be foolish! ”

When the words fell, someone immediately shouted unconvinced: "You fucking fart!" Brother Lao Tzu delivers food to the Guogong Mansion every day. Listen to the servants of the house. Can there be fake? When I look at your cowardice, I know that you haven't been back for a year and a half, right? This matter has been spread all over the capital, and now it is the first big news! Who doesn't know, Cheng Guogong will be this year at most! ”

Hearing the last sentence, Yan Huai only felt that his eyelids jumped, and his heart tightened slightly.

That's when it happened. Ji Jun came back, and when he saw him standing in place in a daze, he couldn't help but wonder and approached and nudged him. "But what happened?"

"It's okay......" Yan Huai hesitated, but still only spit out these two words.

In the Tianji Camp, everyone is only called by ranking, so no one knows the other party's real name or surname, nor does they know who the other party is.

He is a brother and sister with Ji Jun, but there are some things that have not yet been fully revealed.

But at this time, he said that it was okay, Ji Jun was not a fool, how could he believe it?

"What's the matter, even I can't say?" Ji Jun became more and more puzzled.

Yan Huai glanced at him and saw that his eyes were sincere, like the most kind and reliable brother, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little.

Thousands of thoughts, thousands of thoughts.

He almost blurted out that I am the son of the Yan family in Kyoto.

Before he could speak, however, his attention was drawn to another voice.

The female voice with a soft and waxy tail voice spoke authentic Hu language, but the timbre made him feel very familiar.

He quietly followed the prestige.

In the bright sunlight, a pale-faced girl, with a delicate smile, was talking to the tall black-haired boy beside her.

Xu was aware of the strange burning gaze, and the black-haired boy turned his head suddenly, his blue eyes like a lake of water.

Yan Huai suddenly retracted his gaze.

People who are good at disguise, once they regain their composure, will not be discovered like this.

Sure enough, after a few glances around, the black-haired boy who didn't find anything strange muttered nonsense and turned his head back again.

Yan Huai lowered his voice and said to Ji Yun, "What did you hear?" ”

As he spoke, his gaze fell on the girl not far away again.

It is clear that he speaks a different language, but the voice is indeed a person.

He knew he wasn't mistaken.

By day, she seemed thinner and younger.

Yan Huai's heart was inexplicably a little angry, he almost killed a child, it was really in vain that Master Feng asserted that he was ruthless......

He listened to her words with bated breath, but as soon as the wind blew, he heard only a few words—

Recuperate, return home......

"There is nothing unusual, and there is very little news that the people know, only that the new city owner seems to be surnamed Song, and some people call him Mr. Song." Ji Jun didn't notice his abnormality, and Zhengse answered the question.

Yan Huai listened a little carelessly, and only after a while did he answer: "In this case, let's go back to recover our lives earlier." (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you for the poem in Tsinghua, Zhizhi Yiyi, kitten 1628, the pink that used to be like that wind kiss~~~ It's late today...... Tomorrow I promise to be more ...... during the day Pink pink ~~ Look at the little handkerchief I waved