At the end of September, Qian Ling had a dream, he dreamed of the red shield, and dreamed of the person he wanted to see and Fan Ao. He awoke from the gray world, bursting with long-precipitated power, his arms reduced to wings in the chaos.

He left the source of the mystery and rushed upward, passing through the abyss that ordinary people dare not imagine, passing through the beautiful and dreamy underwater civilization, and then surpassing the bubbles floating up and breaking through the shackles of the sea.

He flew east from the sky above the Yuan Chu Realm, passed through the Crescent Island State, and arrived in Guangqi State in early October.

The poor meteorite jade pendant was shattered, and the aura he carried was emitting all the time, and he walked in the endless crowd, even if he didn't like to make noise, but only in this way could he confuse the sight of the sun candle and the shadow of the sun.

He walked from the dock of Arthur City to Qinghe Road, the streets and alleys here have not changed much, and on the road directly opposite the mercenary home in Guangqi Prefecture, there is a small courtyard of the base camp of the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment.

"Stop!"

The warrior at the door stood on the steps, crossed the new guns in his hands, and did not let Qian Ling enter. The latter raised his head and gave them a contemptuous look, and in an instant, two breaths swept them away.

The door was covered with dust, and Qian Ling tore the yellow seal, then stood on tiptoe and took out a key from the crack in the brick overhead. Opening the door, a smile finally appeared on the face of the poor Ling who had been stiff for more than a year, it was the same as before, except that the trees in the courtyard were withered, and the stone table was full of dust.

Walk into the house, get water to water the trees, and water the potted plants in the backyard. The five-tone fairy grass has withered, and without the nourishment of music, it is useless to ask for more water.

Qian Ling's fingers stroked its scorched leaves, and murmured slightly:

"I wonder where you are?"

Sitting on the stone chair in the compound, the poor Ling was waiting, so he couldn't rush.

A year and a half has passed, and his aura has become more vigorous, and his black hair covers his forehead, which looks a little depressed.

Xiaoxing, my strength has improved a lot, I have completely mastered the power of the sun candle and the yin to yang, and I have also mastered the mysterious power of chaos. This time, no matter who tries to stop you, I will make them die a bad death, no matter what your last name is, I will knock down those who stand in your way!

There is also a small charm, Mo's revenge, I will definitely take revenge!

Memories hit his heart, he had been poor and lonely, and no one could understand his pain, and he didn't dare to approach others for fear of hurting them. It was the Red Shield Mercenary Group and Xing Zeyuan who gave him a decent home, and everyone in it was very friendly to him and never minded his background.

If everyone wants to find a reason to live, Qian Ling is now alive to be with Red Shield and help Xing Zeyuan clear all the obstacles in front of him.

As for the sun candle and the shadow of the sun, he will do his best to resist them, those two families are the reverse water of the poor Ling.

There were bursts of neat footsteps in his ears, the ground began to tremble, and the corners of Qian Ling's mouth rose, after waiting for so long, it was finally here!

Walking out of the courtyard, two thousand world government troops piled up outside the door, armed with new guns, aimed at the heart and head of the poor Ling.

"Put your head in your hands and squat!"

"Quick!"

Qian Ling wanted to laugh a little, and said:

"Who do you think you're talking to?"

"Poor Ling of the Red Shield Mercenary Regiment, you have been surrounded by us!"

There were a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the mercenary's house, and they all looked this way.

"You can't beat me, don't kill yourself!"

After saying that, Qian Ling stepped down the steps. He walked towards the mercenary's house, the soldiers around him were armed with weapons, but they were powerless to stop him, and the crowd made a way for him, like an emperor, walking on the way to the throne.

The soldiers who gave way were sweating, and when they saw the one-meter-nine poor Ling's body weakening, an awe-inspiring fear lingered in their hearts.

After a gunshot, the lieutenant colonel who took the lead shouted:

"Catch him!"

"Up!"

Poor Ling was dismissive of the two thousand people who had stubbornly walked, and he continued to walk forward, his right foot raised, and the dust on it broke as he stepped down the stone path. At the same time, an invisible wave of qi dispersed, and the air wave made the ears ring, and two thousand people fainted when Qi Ling's left foot was raised and fell.

The crowd fell, and 2,000 men were defeated in a second. Several people fell in front of Poor Ling, and he walked by with an indifferent expression.

The reporters behind the world government army were a little stunned, and a pair of partners watched Poor Ling walk by, and they had a feeling of being scattered.

When he passed by them, he said:

"Tell the world that the poor Ling of the Red Shield Mercenary Group is back!"

The reporter looked at his expression as if he was looking at a monster, and his partner timidly took a photo. Behind him were all fallen people, but he was relaxed as if he was taking a walk.

The mercenaries and passers-by gathered at the entrance of the mercenary's house dispersed, and the poor Ling walked unhindered. These people all treat him like a monster, and they look at him like they are looking at an irrational beast, but it doesn't matter, he doesn't mind! These ignorant people can't compare to a tenth of Red Shield!

Sitting on the sofa in the hall of the mercenary's house, the mercenaries gathered in the hall, and the quiet pin drop could be heard.

"Boss, take out all the newspapers of the past year and a half!"

"Don't worry, I'm looking for you!"

The maid rummaged through the cupboard, and Jibelo sat down beside Qian Ling and poured tea for him. The rest of the mercenaries admired his courage and deserved to be the head of the place. Just sitting next to him made his status in everyone's hearts rise a lot.

Qian Ling took a sip of tea and said to Jibelo:

"Long time no see!"

Jibela nodded, and said when everyone was shocked:

"Xing Zeyuan, Youyou, and Fan Ao are all fine, and the rest of the people are currently missing!"

"Thank you!"

Qian Ling has always disliked remembering other people's names, and he doesn't remember what they are called, but he just feels familiar.

The maid brought a twenty-centimeter-thick newspaper, and Poor Ling was about to read it, but was held down by Ji Beiluo.

"It seems too slow, what do you want to know, I'll tell you, I've been paying attention to your business!"

"I wonder where they are now?"

As soon as Qian Ling sat down, he habitually took off the eleven bracelets on his left hand, and the small iron plate engraved with a red shield was full of scratches.

"I don't know! After the Battle of Midong, the three of them returned to the Hundred Republic of China with the Gade Army, but they were ambushed halfway, and the World Government has determined that the Gade Army has moved its base camp, but no one knows where. I think you can go to the Hundred Republic of China, after the war, they have a lot of wounded, even if they move the base camp, it will not be very far, it may be in a relatively hidden place. ”

"The Battle of Midong?"

"War between the World Government and the Gad's Army!"

Qi Ling nodded, it seems that all his hopes are in the Hundred Republic of China, he has to go and see.

"Sir, there's one more thing I want to ask you. ”

"Just ask. ”

"Where are the people living in the 30th ** compound on Qinghe Road?"

"You mean the three of them?"

"Yes!"

Qian Ling couldn't help but be nervous, they were Fan Ao's parents and Luo Tian's mother, if something happened to them, they would definitely be sad.

"The Imperial Clan took them away!"

"Emperors, do you know why?"

When he took out two newspapers, put some money in them, and handed them to Poor Ling, he said:

"It's a long story, you have to see for yourself!"

Poor Ling was penniless, and when he saw Jibeiluo's action, he said gratefully:

"Thank you!"

"It's okay, Red Shield, who dares to fight with the world, is my idol!

Qian Ling got up, and he felt the movement outside just like Jibelo.

"Lend you good words!"

Qian Ling bowed slightly to Ji Beiluo, an action that shocked the hundreds of people present. The nine members of the Red Shield Mercenary Group were all wanted, and Xing Zeyuan made a big fuss about Wardevdo, and the incident of breaking into the desert prison made his bounty change from the original 500 million to the current 800 million, which is one-third of Kunwu's bounty.

As for Qi Ling, his bounty is not that much, but it is also as high as 400 million world coins, and a criminal of this level will be imprisoned to the fifteenth layer in the Degodet Desert Prison.

Qian Ling couldn't stay here for long, so he bowed slightly and turned to leave.

He had never been so polite before, but after experiencing the Battle of Blackwater, it was a kind of luck to have someone to help, otherwise, they would have to lose before they reached the plain in the Battle of Blackwater.

The Major General rushed into the mercenary's house and asked Jibelo:

"Where's Poor?"

"Gone!"

"Where?"

"Major General, do you think that with my strength, I can see the movements of Qian Ling?"

The major general did not talk nonsense, and ordered the fighters behind him to divide into tens, and then quickly dispersed. Jibela sat on the sofa and drank the tea from his cup in one gulp.

When the list of the second-generation mercenary groups was announced, Red Shield was the lowest ranked among them, and Xing Zeyuan was also the weakest among the group leaders, and it was only a few years since the other eight mercenary groups were still struggling towards the supernova position, and they had begun to argue with the world government.

The Battle of Blackwater was all the rage, and Xing Zeyuan became a well-known existence for women and children, but I didn't expect what he said to come true. Xing Zeyuan once said in front of the generals of the world government that they were just an intermission, and it didn't mean surrender, so soon, Red Shield took action?

I really look forward to what kind of earth-shattering things they will do?Gibelo asked the staff of the mercenary's house to continue to do their own thing, and at this time, Qian Ling walked down the alley. He was holding the semi-monthly world newspaper, and half of the world currency was exposed in his pocket, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to them, just read the newspaper intently.

"See him!"

A squad of forty men rushed forward, fainting again with a buzzing sound. Poor Ling jumped onto the eaves and jumped into the casino in Arthur's City. Regardless of the location, the building of the casino is very low, which in Feng Shui can reduce one's luck.

Sitting in the most crowded corner, the gamblers around him smoked and drank, and there was a lot of noise everywhere. These fools are squandering here with the small amount of money in their hands, which is really funny.

Qian Ling sat quietly in the corner, he looked at the newspaper, which recorded many things. Now that the Imperial Clan has rebelled and allied with the Gaeder Army, that is, the crisis of the world government will increase. Poor Ling was not interested in this kind of thing, and there was something he liked in the other newspaper.

Title: Red Shield Leader Meng Xing Zeyuan made a big fuss about Wardevdo, broke into the desert prison, and became a red face in anger.

Qian Ling's face was bitter, it was really hard Xiaoxing, in the face of such a dangerous situation, since he could only walk alone.

After reading the newspaper, he covered his face so that no one would bother him, and he blocked out the sounds around him and immersed himself in his own world in the most noisy places.

He can only hide his breath by hiding in the crowd, and in a few days he will set off and go to the Hundred Republic of China, even if it will be very risky, but he will go! He must go to everyone, Fan Ao in the dream hugged himself, and he still remembered the warmth.