"I'll be your leader in the future. When you go in and out of the great wilderness, I will go with you. My spirituality is water and yin, and Yan Tong is too strong, and it is easier to be noticed in that kind of place. So, it's better for me to accompany you. That day in the Great Desolation, the thunder master found us, it must not be because of me, maybe it was because his spiritual power was too strong, I thought about it a lot in the past few days, so I thought about some reasons. Looking back, I'll be safer with Tiankuo again. Fanyin looked at the Northern Underworld Dao seriously.

Beiming looked at the apricot kernel eyes of Sanskrit water, and his brain didn't listen to the call for a while.

"Are you listening to me?" Sanskrit said, and suddenly Sanskrit lowered his head and muttered, "Beiming, actually...... In fact, I'm the same as Tiankuo, I don't want you to go to the wilderness. I know that the spiritual things don't stop every day, so let's not think about being steady. But I've been worried lately......" Sanskrit said as her voice became quieter, as if she was a little embarrassed and a little sorry. She knew that as the deputy general of the Ministry of Military Affairs, she had to put the safety of Dongling Country first in everything, and the military affairs of the Ministry of Military Affairs were the most important, and her personal feelings were really inappropriate.

"Actually, I sometimes think, what revenge is not revenge, I don't care for a long time. Since I came back from the north, I have been going around and around in life and death, and my heart has been ups and downs, but I am also grateful. Seeing Aunt Xiaofeng miss her uncle, I was also sad in my heart, but what could I do, I could only take a hundred miles to accompany her. You're busier than ever. When I look at my aunt, I always think of you. I thought to myself, as long as you're safe, I don't have anything to ask for. ”

Speaking of this, Sanskrit sighed deeply and sat down in a gloomy manner. Bei Ming listened to the whispers of Sanskrit, and a throbbing heart became more and more surging and irrepressible. He gradually leaned down and came to the front of Sangyin.

Seeing that the dark shadow was pressing, Sanskrit raised his head and found that Bei Ming was not far from him. Sanskrit whispered, "What? I, I shouldn't think like that." As she spoke, she frowned, a little ashamed, "It's not as vigorous as before, really, the more you go through things, the more afraid you are, it's not like words." If you continue like this, you really don't deserve to be your lieutenant!" Then he sighed and said, "Don't persuade me, I know it's my own or not, it's okay after this while." Don't you say?" Sanskrit cheered up and looked at Beiming, thinking that he would give her encouragement.

Who knew that Beiming looked at Fanyin without turning around, without saying a word, Fanyin didn't know why he said softly: "Beiming?" Beiming's breathing fluctuated, Fanyin's eyes moved slightly, and somehow, she only felt that Beiming's proximity made her start to feel a little uncomfortable. However, Beiming's movements did not stop because of Sanskrit's discomfort, and the distance between them became closer and closer.

Sanskrit began to be at a loss, and her eyes flickered. Suddenly, several streaks of light swept by, stabbing the cheeks of Yin Ming and the others. Several Ling Mirrors behind Bei Ming were shattered by his invisible spiritual power.

"Lingchao!" Fanyin said in his heart, Wei Lingchao had just released Lingjing from the cliff to pursue Fanyin. Sanskrit's thin lips opened lightly, and he stopped talking. Beiming was already close to her face at this time, and she would reach Beiming's face if she moved and breathed slightly. Fanyin's heart was beating faster, she didn't dare to move again, her cheeks were flushed, and the beauty mark under her chin made Bei Ming sink deeply.

Suddenly, Fanyin's eyes flashed, huh? The pockets on the Northern Underworld military uniform moved. Sanskrit blinked lightly, and the pocket jumped twice again. Fanyin said shyly and panicked: "You, your pockets have moved......" Beiming's lips were close to hers, and the difference was a fraction of a second. Sanskrit nervously sweated her palms.

Beiming turned a deaf ear and just wanted to kiss it. The letter card in his pocket turned twice. In this way, it is generally a military aircraft. Beiming Ling frowned, and said in his heart: "Tiankuo, wait for me to go back and kill you!"

"Okay, it seems like it's urgent. Sanskrit whispered with bated breath, pursed her thin lips lightly, and shyly avoided it. Follow the letter card in Beiming's pocket and move endlessly. Beiming was anxious but helpless, so he had to lean over slightly, take out the letter card and read it. Who knows, as soon as he opened the letter card, Beiming's expression froze, and his eyes gathered rapidly. When he looked down, his face became more and more solemn.

Seeing that he didn't know why, when Beiming finished reading it, she said, "What's wrong?"

Beiming stared at the lettercard, and his mind couldn't be removed from the content for a while. "Northern Darkness?" the Sanskrit voice called softly, brushing his arm. Beiming woke up and said, "Xifan wants to feast on the nations in advance." ”

"Ahead, isn't it two months later?" said Fanyin.

"Fifteen days later. "The Northern Underworld.

"Fifteen days later!So soon!What are they going to do?Did Jiuxiao agree?What about the Guozheng Hall?"

"They all agreed. "The Northern Underworld. Sanskrit was stunned.

"Sanskrit," Bei Ming said suddenly, "fifteen days later is your birthday." ”

"My birthday?" Sanskrit was at a loss. Beiming stretched out his hand to brush Fanyin's face, but finally landed on Fanyin's hair. "August 10 is your twenty-fourth birthday. "The Northern Underworld.

Fanyin raised her eyebrows and said, "It's so fast, I forgot about it myself." Smiled sweetly. Sanskrit winked at him, as if waiting for something.

"I wanted you to tell you something on your birthday, I don't know if you'd agree, I was going to tell you at that time. Beiming said with courage.

"What's the matter? tell me now that it's okay?" said Sanskrit innocently.

"I miss your birthday, I should be happy, so I chose the day to tell you, maybe you will agree, so ......" Bei Ming said more and more, and suddenly stopped, "It's better to wait until that day is over, and then tell you." Sanskrit didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't really care. "It's okay for me to arrive, whatever you like. But why did Zephan advance these times? Did Tiankuo tell you? What else did the letter say, I see you have been reading it for a long time. ”

"Nothing. "The Northern Underworld.

In the next ten days, not only the Ministry of Military Affairs, but also the Guozheng Hall and even the entire Dongling were in full swing preparing for the grand banquet of the nations. Beiming ran on both sides of the National Hall and the Ministry of Military Affairs, and he was not idle for a while. Fanyin can meet Ji Lingxiao in the Guozheng Hall every time he walks with him, Ji Lingxiao is twenty years old, and he is extremely charming. With a round head and a nose, wide and flat lips, although his appearance is not outstanding, his demagogic arrogance is rarely noticed by others. How many sons of wealthy families visited the Guozheng Hall and were overwhelmed by her. Ji Zhong also attaches more and more importance to this golden baby. In the past, he did not mention his relationship with the Xifan 900 families, but now the uncle of the Xifan Military and Political Department is about to visit, and his daughter is so outstanding, and he also said to the outside world that Lingxiao is the cousin of the 900 families, but he has never seen the 900 lords, and when he is free, he will definitely take his wife and daughter back to Xifan Province together.

On this day, Ji Lingxiao came to Mingyue Pavilion to customize a dress for himself to attend the state banquet, and happened to meet Nan Fuyao.

"Isn't this Sister Fuyao? I haven't seen you for many years, how is my sister?" Ji Lingxiao rolled her eyes while holding the bright red satin in her hand.

"Ji Lingxiao?" Nan Fuyao was dressed in a dark red military uniform and had just stepped into the Bright Moon Pavilion. Just a day earlier, Nanfuyao had come from the south.