The storm and clouds are like a surging tide, rising and retreating quickly, calming the dispute of the devil mercenary group, and everything seems to have returned to calm!

Murong Xiaotian's heart was very unsettled, like a surging giant Lang.

The establishment of a mercenary group is imminent, otherwise, your caravan will be in danger of being robbed at any time. Only please Lei Tingxuan, they are responsible for protecting the safety of the goods in the near future, and they will go to level up when they are not transporting the goods.

And Juefeng took the obedient dragon and Mingxin to level up, after all, the level of the two of them was too low, and they needed to be promoted quickly.

Establishing a mercenary group is not something that can be done at once, so Murong Xiaotian decided to go to the Mercenary Guild first to ask a mercenary group to solve the urgent need first!

Murong Xiaotian hurriedly went out before he came, and rushed in with a blushing face without wind.

"What do you mean?" Wufeng's face was full of anger.

"What? Who made us so unhappy? Murong Xiaotian smiled and interrupted, Wufeng weishenme was angry, he knew very well in his heart, he must have known about the fight between himself and the devil mercenary group!

"Don't you still think of us as friends? weishenme didn't tell me about such troublesome things? "The windless roared.

"That's so much anger! At that time, things were in a hurry, I didn't see that you were busy, I was afraid that you would not have time. Murong Xiaotian laughed, wanting to downplay the matter.

"Excuses, it's all excuses, count me wrong about you Murong Xiaotian, I have been sincere to you, I can't imagine that you don't treat me as a friend." A look of disappointment appeared on Wufeng's face.

"Wufeng, is my Murong Xiaotian that kind of person?" Murong Xiaotian's face lacked that playfulness, and there was more gratitude and sincerity.

"It's not just you, it's the police, Piaoxue, summoners and killers, in my heart Murong Xiaotian has always regarded them as his brothers and sisters, if any of you have something, as long as you say hello, I, Murong Xiaotian, will never frown and say nothing!" Murong Xiaotian took a step forward and held Wufeng's hand tightly.

"Then weishenme, don't tell me when you encounter such a big thing?" The ice on Wufeng's face slowly eased, and he saw trust and sincerity in Murong Xiaotian's eyes!

"Because, you are professional players of Niantian, and your every move represents Niantian Group, and I don't want to owe Niantian favors.

"Brother Tian, why do you need to divide it so clearly?"

"It's not that I want to be so clear, but the situation is compelling," Murong Xiaotian's expression became serious: "The current "Destiny" has kicked off the prelude to the competition of the heroes and the world, I don't want to owe Nian Tian a favor, in case there is friction between us and Nian Tian one day, it will not be so embarrassing." ”

"Brother Tian, you think too much, how can we Niantian have friction with you?" No wind is unstoppable.

"I can guarantee that I, Murong Xiaotian, will never take the initiative to do anything that harms Niantian's interests, after all, if there is no Niantian Group, there would be no Murong Xiaotian today, and my Murong Xiaotian is not an ungrateful person." Murong Xiaotian's voice became serious: "I believe that you have no wind, and the police will never do anything to be sorry for my Murong Xiaotian, but you can't replace Niantian, and you can't guarantee that Niantian's decision-makers will definitely not have friction with me Murong Xiaotian." ”

Murong Xiaotian finished speaking in one breath, looked at Wufeng with fixed eyes, and said heavily: "Wufeng, let me ask you a question, can you represent Niantian's decision-maker?" Can you guarantee that they will never clash with me? ”

Wufeng was silent, he didn't answer, and he couldn't answer, he could represent himself, and he could guarantee that he would always be Murong Xiaotian's friend, but he Wufeng couldn't represent Niantian, and Niantian wasn't his windless. It is impossible for him to influence the decision-making of Niantian's high-level in "Destiny"!

At this moment, the windless heart became lonely and gloomy!

Wufeng didn't say anything, he left Murong Xiaotian's mansion with helplessness and a little melancholy!

Murong Xiaotian also left the world's No. 1 Thief Mansion, with a decline, with a trace of sadness!

But there is one thing, he Murong Xiaotian can be sure that no matter what, he Murong Xiaotian will always be Wufeng's good brother, and Wufeng will always be his Murong Xiaotian's friend of life and death.

Murong Xiaotian walked into the mercenary union with an irritable mood, the current mercenary union should be the most lively place in major cities, waiting for tasks, handing in tasks, wanting to set up a mercenary group, and joining mercenaries. In short, it was very lively.

"Bet, bet, have money, have money, have no money, press weapons, press equipment, have no money, no weapons, no equipment, press their wives, press their girlfriends, the six major cities gambling tour has started grandly, the first stop is Phoenix, down, oh, buy and leave, open, leopard, kill, haha," Murong Xiaotian heard such a voice as soon as he entered the mercenary union, "Damn, who is it?" This guy actually put gambling into "Destiny", and he blatantly got it into the mercenary union to gamble. Murong Xiaotian shook his head secretly, and saw that there were many people on the side of the mercenary union's task release column in front of him, and he couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

Murong Xiaotian walked to the service desk of the mercenary union, now is not the time to join in the fun, first hand in the task of which snow god to carve feathers, Bai Yun, in Murong Xiaotian's heart, it is a hurdle that cannot be passed, waiting for the moment when he meets Bai Yun again, Murong Xiaotian has not been waiting for a day or two.

Murong Xiaotian walked in front of the middle-aged NPC, and he was no stranger, after all, he had met once.

"Deliver the task," Murong Xiaotian threw the "Mercenary Diary" in front of the middle-aged NPC.

"What assignment do you give? You seem to have taken on the task of an A-level Snow God Eagle Feather......" The middle-aged NPC opened Murong Xiaotian's mercenary log very casually, and casually halfway through his words, he suddenly got stuck.

"What do you say? Do you hand in the task? Are you saying that you completed the Feather Quest for the Snow Condor, an A-rank mission? The middle-aged NPC's eyes widened violently, and he couldn't believe his ears, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"That's right, I'm handing over the Snow Condor Feather Task," Murong Xiaotian replied calmly.