With Langley's support, the Marshal of the Arctic Ocean quickly quelled the rebellion of the Admirals with developed limbs and simple minds, as vulgar as polar bears, but the violent deep sea of the Northern Theater still poses a considerable threat to the Governor's Office of the Arctic Ocean. www.biquge.info In addition, the one in Europe has always looked at the enterprise number unpleasantly, and who knows if he will be nervous in the future, so he must find a backer for the Marshal of the Arctic Ocean. And there is no doubt that the Dragon Emperor, who has a very guaranteed character, is Langley's first choice. That's why Langley ignored the little girl's strong protests and dressed her up as an Asian version of the Fu Doll.

And now, not only Ling Yi, who is the marshal of the Pacific, is dressed in ancient costumes, but even the group of ship girls behind him are also all kinds of ladies and gentlemen, just like fairies who have descended from the earth, dancing through the crowd of people welcoming them.

"Xiaoyi, you seem to be very popular with those girls."

"Nothing."

"Hmph, there's no best, I'll clean you up tonight."

Of course, on this occasion, it was naturally impossible for Sister Li to use tricks such as the Nine Yin White Bone Claw on Ling Yi, and all the conversations between the two were done through the Admiral Network, and she still maintained the smile she deserved, waving her hand to the crowd on both sides from time to time.

To be honest, looking at the beautiful girls around him who were holding up welcome signs and looking at him with peach hearts, Ling Yi was a little fluttering. In his previous life, as a dick, when did he enjoy this feeling of attention, not to mention that there are many young and beautiful girls among these people, which greatly satisfies the vanity of a certain second-hand.

If it weren't for the rows of ship wives in military uniforms on both sides of the road, Ling Yi estimated that he would have been overwhelmed by the crazy crowd.

"Wow, what a style, it would be nice if I could marry Marshal of the Pacific."

"Fuck off, Marshal of the Pacific is mine."

"These little girls now, it's really 。。。。。。"

"Isn't it? Putting love and love on his lips all day long, it is really embarrassing for us Longcheng people. Oh, that seems to be Richelieu, noble, elegant, really the perfect goddess in my heart. ”

"Damn it, Yamato is the most beautiful, but which one is Yamato?"

"That's it, the on-site announcer doesn't know how to introduce it."

"A bunch of idiots." In the crowd, a seven or eight-year-old Lori snorted lightly, and glanced disdainfully at Ling Yi who was walking on the red carpet. "Another stinky fart."

"Admiral, what are you talking about!" Next to Little Lori, a little girl about the same age as her raised her head and poured vodka fiercely, her delicate little face was drunk and hazy, and she looked very naïve.

"It's nothing, let's go, Dare."

In the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis, under the cameras of various media reporters, Ling Yi slowly walked to the end of the red carpet with Sister Li.

There, Liaoning, dressed in Tang Dynasty court clothes, bowed gracefully and said, "Liaoning meets His Majesty the Marshal of the Pacific." ”

There is a Danyang Chaofeng Jin step on the high sideburns, a pair of eyes are as black as ink under the two curved eyebrows, with a faint smile on the white face, and a cyan embroidered soft robe is wearing on the body.

This is Liaoning, the strongest ship girl in Asia, Liaoning, in addition to being a little immature in appearance, everywhere reveals a harmonious and gentle, motherly temperament.

"Knock, knock......"

As the sound of ninety-nine gun salutes sounded, under the gaze of tens of thousands of greeters on the dock, Ling Yi took Sister Li and sat in an extended version of the luxury car.

The other shipwives who followed behind Ling Yi, as well as the ordinary people who came with Ling Yi, also sat in the back car under the arrangement of the staff.

Under the guidance of two police cars, the huge convoy escorted by countless motorcycles slowly drove away from the port.

"The system, can it detect how many levels of Liaoning?" Looking at Liaoning, who was sitting opposite and sitting on the opposite side, with a smile on his little face all the time, Ling Yi directly detected the strength of the other party through the system.

"Class 161."

“。。。。。。” Among the ark-level ship girls that Ling Yi came into contact with, the outlying islands and Xiaobei were only level 153, and those who were as strong as Zhenyuan were only level 159, but Liaoning actually reached level 161, didn't it mean that the capping level of the ship mother was 160? Can anyone tell him how this level came out.

It's a pity that in addition to exposing Liaoning's level, the system is unwilling to say a word.

After leaving the port, the convoy did not take the highway that led directly to the location of the Daming Palace, the governor's palace, but passed through the city from Dragon City, so that Ling Yi could truly appreciate the majesty of this thousand-year-old city.

In this bustling metropolis where the modern and the ancient are perfectly blended, there are not only towering skyscrapers, but also ancient buildings with carved beams and painted buildings. In addition, the Spring Festival is approaching, and all kinds of buildings are hung with red lanterns, and the whole city seems to be wandering in a sea of red.

“…… It is the Bell and Drum Tower Square, and when the New Year arrives, 108 bells and drums will ring...... "In the car, Liaoning, which has taken back the temperament of the mother, is just like an ordinary girl next door, with a hint of the liveliness of a girl of this age in the tranquility, introducing the various landmark buildings of Longcheng outside the car window for Ling Yi and Sister Li."

Although the road on which the convoy was driving was the busiest central street in Dragon City, the speed was not slow. The intersections along the way had been closed long before the convoy arrived. So that the convoy can pass unhindered and fast. Therefore, when Ling Yi was still immersed in Liaoning's introduction and did not come to his senses, the convoy had already left Longcheng and drove onto a country road lined with willow trees on both sides of the road.

However, the fleet was much smaller than it was at the beginning. Because in addition to the seven or eight cars that Ling Yi and his direct shipwreck were riding, the other vehicles carrying the envoys of Shuguang Town had already separated from the convoy and drove to the Dragon City Hotel, which was the most luxurious in Dragon City, which was specially designed to receive envoys from various major war zones during the meeting.

Although Daming Palace covers an area of 1,000 acres, there are countless palaces in it, and it is more than enough to live in two or three thousand people. But after all, it is the private residence of the Dragon Emperor, which is equivalent to the Admiral's Mansion on Dawning Island, except for the daily handling of affairs, in the Taiji Hall, one of the three major halls, to receive some high-ranking admirals from the Asian theater or other marshals from other war zones, the entire Daming Palace is not open to the public.

And this time, during the marshal meeting, except for the marshals and their immediate family members or relatives, the other members of the various envoys were arranged in the Dragon City Hotel, even if you are a general-level admiral.

The towering city walls, the tall arrow tower, when Ling Yi stepped down from the car, he saw at a glance the young man standing in front of the palace gate, bathed in the sun.