"Whew!"

Suddenly, a wolf howl suddenly rose, pushing Sen Ran's chill to the peak. It has also become the key to breaking the tranquility and making the picture dynamic again.

Qiao Le's jade hands clutched the railing tightly, her eyes locked on the city gate, she wanted to see what her future opponent, or friend, would look like. But at this moment, she couldn't believe her eyes.

It wasn't just her, the sound of gasps came from all around her, all of them in amazement.

Wolf!

That's right, the first thing that appeared in their eyes was not the army, but the three-headed wolf king.

What is the wolf king, the leader who has gone through countless struggles among the wolves. But the three wolves at this moment are not as simple as the leader, because they must be more than three times the size of ordinary wolves.

Especially the central one, the whole body is silvery, like a war horse driving under the sun, and the eyes are wide, shocking the Quartet.

The people around him were shocked, and they couldn't help but take two steps back.

Not only them, but even the royal forbidden army who maintained order were pale.

They only knew that this time the forward battalion of the King's Mansion returned to the dynasty and reinstated, and a total of 500 iron horsemen entered the city as honor guards to participate in the army. But no one thought that the first person to enter the city would be a wolf.

With the shocked eyes of everyone, the Silver Wolf King did not attack the spectators, but instead slowly moved forward with two subordinate subordinates, walking proudly in the center of the official road.

At the same time, Qiao Le finally saw the boundless black iron tide surging from outside the city gate. Under the sonorous metal, the sun shone on the iron clothes, and the cold light was bursting.

A huge battle flag is waving in the wind, black gold, and the word "Jun" on it is strong and powerful, like a silver hook and iron stroke, piercing people's hearts.

Followed by a group of black-helmeted iron horsemen, the formation was divided into five columns, and slowly walked.

In an instant, the cheers suddenly rose, and the red sleeves of the building were waving in the wind, like clouds under the sun, revealing unprecedented enthusiasm. And the focus of all eyes finally converged on the ink-like war horse in the center of the army.

Immediately, the young man sat upright, his posture was like a sword, and he was wearing a dark robe without wind, and the blood-colored moire on it was circulating, like a living thing. He lifted the reins and walked slowly, and the iron horse behind him also moved, his steps were neat, shaking the earth, and he walked like a man.

At this moment, even if everyone couldn't get a glimpse of his face, they were deeply attracted by this scene.

Because he was the only person in the team who did not wear iron armor, he only covered his face with silver armor, but he was as solemn as the iron-clad and silver-faced soldiers behind him. Even more dangerous than them.

At the moment, no one will doubt his identity.

The little prince of the king's mansion, the young marshal of the Northern Army, Jun Yan.

In the distance, Qiao Le hugged the railing and looked carefully at the man on the horse. The hearts of the guards were like cat's claws, for fear that their county lord would fall downstairs.

Right now, although the other party was wearing a mask and was slaughtering, it always gave Qiao Le an indescribable sense of familiarity.

It's like, somewhere to see it.

If she hadn't been able to see the other party's eyebrows, she would have blindly guessed that she was destined for him, and rushed down to shake hands.

But she knew that it was okay to fool her brother and Hu Xu with this, but it might not work to fool Jun Yan.

After all, for Jun Yan to "convince people with virtue", it is easy to overturn.

And as the team below got closer and closer, the sense of familiarity in Qiao Le's heart became stronger. So much so that the tea that Agarwood handed her, she forgot to swallow it.

Finally, downstairs, the salutes and music rang out in unison, and the golden drum shook the sky, and she saw her cousin wearing a ceremonial dress and leading a group of officials to come slowly. Her brother is also among them.

Bright yellow canopy, lupine treasure flag, showing the majesty of heaven.

The forbidden army circled the formation from both sides, all of them in bright armor, shining in the sun.

It was only at this moment that the young man in the dark clothes dismounted alone, took off his armor, and pressed his sword.

But at that moment, the boy suddenly stopped, for he heard a sharp cough coming from above his head.

Just because of curiosity, the moment I looked up, there were such two people, and I was speechless for the third time.

Jun Yan: "......"

Qiao Le: "......"