Yan Qingcheng tried to flapp his wings, but he couldn't fly at all, so he had to continue to silently dig the flying machine that fell into the sand dunes.

By the time he came to the intersection of the town, Peony had already sorted out his appearance and was waiting for him; But it was obvious that she hadn't lost her breath yet, so she snorted and turned to leave, and Yan Qingcheng had to keep her head down and follow.

When the two came to the private territory surrounded by a wall, Peony stopped and stretched out his hand to Yan Qingcheng, "Give me back the bracelet." ”

He took off the bracelet and handed it to Peony, and the girl took it and aimed it at the round hole in the center of the main entrance, and several beams of light shot out and converged on the bracelet.

Yan Qingcheng felt the air in front of him fluctuate, and it seemed that an invisible barrier had disappeared.

"You've installed ray shields here?"

"Hmm." Peony rarely did not explain it to him in detail.

"But why didn't I see the particle beam?"

The ray shield is widely used in the defense system of large starships and important buildings in the nine galaxies, it is generated by the shield generator inside the unit, when it is opened, several thick particle beams extend in all directions to a few meters or tens of meters away, weaving into a circular ray shield out of thin air, and then only one particle beam is needed to maintain the stability of the shield; Once the shield is stabilized, it consumes almost no energy to keep it running, and allows things below its set threshold to penetrate; Normally, the ray shield and the particle beam that sustains it will have a pale golden color, and I don't know why the one in front of it is completely transparent.

"Hmph." Peony is still unwilling to talk clearly.

Peony walked through the main entrance, Yan Qingcheng parked the small flying machine at the door, and followed her towards the main building.

He noticed the lawn on the side of the road, this was the first time he had seen plants in the open air on Yanxing, and he thought that they could only grow normally under the protection of the ray shield.

These flowers are white as a whole, with soft and light petals, and look dignified and elegant.

What breed is this? Yan Qingcheng thought about it, he studied biology at the National Academy of Sciences, and he had some research on plants, but he couldn't recognize the flowers in front of him at all.

"Don't mess around, those are my treasures." Peony said without replying.

"Is this a new breed you've cultivated?"

"Transplanted from the earth."

"Wait, you just said Earth? Can you still go back to Earth? Yan Qingcheng was stunned.

"Hmph." The girl seemed to be still angry about the oolong just now, and quickened her pace.

After the flower flat is the main building in the territory, which is thirty meters high, the whole is silvery-white, and it is difficult to judge its internal structure because it is the architectural style of the dome; On the steps in front of the building was a thin old woman with a kind face, smiling at the two men who were walking by.

"Grandma Mo!" The peony flapped its wings and threw herself into the old woman's arms.

She touched Peony's hair and sighed, "Little Peony is really getting more and more beautiful." ”

Then she looked at Yan Qingcheng, "This little doll is Qingcheng, yes, it looks very energetic." ”

"Grandma Mo, he just hurt my ......" Peony pouted and prepared to sue.

"You must have tossed it yourself." She pinched Peony's nose, obviously knowing exactly what to do with the girl.

"I'm not, I'm not! This time it's really his ......" Peony was a little anxious.

"Then you have to forgive him, and girls have to learn to be generous." She said slowly with a smile on her face.

"Hmph." Peony wrenched out of her grip in a huff and ran into the building without looking back.

"This girl Peony is such a character, you have to be more tolerant in the future." The old woman said to Yan Qingcheng.

"No, you're too polite."

"My name is Mo Yun, you can call me Mo Lao or Mo Grandma; Although I really want to greet you more, but someone is in a hurry to see you, come with me. With that, she turned and walked towards the interior of the building, her legs and feet were nimble, and the contrast to her old face was great.

The interior of the building is very simple, or there is a sense of sophistication everywhere, and the decorators are probably more concerned about the needs of work than the needs of life.

Yan Qingcheng followed Mo Yun to the outside of the conference room on the top floor, and the old woman didn't speak all the way, which made Yan Qingcheng a little uneasy.

"The person who wants to see you is inside," Mo Yun turned to Yan Qingcheng and said, the look in his eyes made him a little incomprehensible, "Very beautiful wings, he shouldn't embarrass you, go in." ”

Yan Qingcheng bowed slightly towards Mo Yun and walked into the conference room.

The atmosphere in the conference room was a bit solemn, and the sensor door behind him closed automatically, isolating the environment.

The tall man was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him, Yan Qingcheng couldn't see the other party's expression, but he could clearly see the wings behind him.

The wings are gray as a whole, about the same size as the clear, about three meters long, with thick bones and dense feathers.

He looked at the other man's hands, the skin was rough and extremely thick, and Yan Qingcheng thought for a long time before he realized that it was a pair of hands that had been badly injured countless times, and the scars covered them one after another, so that they had formed this appearance.

The tall man in front of him is a battle-hardened veteran, and Yan Qingcheng made a judgment.

After a long time, the tall man turned around and looked at the comer.

The eyes are so resolute! Yan Qingcheng had to admire, although he was expressionless, he was still keenly aware of this.

"Speak clearly?" The tall man spoke, and the voice was so loud that the floor-to-ceiling windows trembled.

"It's me." He looked up at the other man.

The tall man continued to look at him expressionlessly, but he sensed a hint of murder.

Murderous for no reason, but Yan Qingcheng trusted his own judgment, he subconsciously opened his wings, and the long feathers at the end lifted up, revealing the bone spurs below.

The murderous aura became stronger little by little, and he felt the invisible pressure, slowly bowed down, and made a resisting movement.

The tall man's eyes suddenly changed, no longer Gujing Wubo, but crazy and violent, as if he wanted to tear apart the person in front of him.

Yan Qingcheng's whole body bones exploded, and he entered a fighting state in an instant.

At this time, the murderous aura receded like a tide, and the tall man's eyes returned to calm.

"It's a bit of a backbone." He said lightly.

"You're the one who left your hand." Yan Qingcheng didn't dare to accept this praise, he could feel that the other party still had spare strength, and this person who had experienced the bloody storm could deter him with his breath alone.

"It does seem to be good," the tall man nodded this time, "My name is Song Beichen, and I am the only person in charge of the Freedom Wings in the Yanxing Branch, and you will be a member of my branch from today onwards." ”

"Yes!" Yan Qingcheng blurted out, the other party did not stimulate him with an impassioned tone, but he still involuntarily straightened his waist.

"Go out, you're not recognized as a real Wing Clan yet, I'll send someone to take you out in a week, get ready."

"Yes." Yan Qingcheng turned around and left the conference room.

Song Beichen looked at his back and whispered, "It's a manufacturable material." ”