A moment later, Mu Qianhe drove the jeep and drove the head of the regiment and Qin Ke'er to the rest center. After parking the car, she and Qin Ke'er followed behind the head of the regiment and walked to the gate of the rest center.

With a soft sound of "swish", the glass door more than three meters high automatically slashed open to both sides, and the iron slag walked into the rest hall with the two girls. It resembles the rest center of the Dark Lighthouse, with a glass façade and a large bar in the middle and long glass-topped tables on either side. However, the space here is at least five or six times larger than that of the Night Lighthouse. The bar is oval in shape and has a size of 300 square meters.

Standing at the door, the hall is a lively and noisy scene. At this time, there were many students sitting at the long tables on both sides of the bar, some of them were eating, some were chatting with each other, some were drinking, and some were playing cards......

After entering the hall, the head of the group with two beauties immediately attracted the attention of the students. Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe are two of the top ten beauties of Egret Lake in CSUM, and most of the people here have at least heard of and seen photos even if they have never seen real people. Among the top ten beauties in Bailu Lake, Mu Qianhe, Su Yue, Luo Qianxue, Qin Keer, and Huang Xiaoqing, five civilian beauties from the Far East, have always been the most talked about objects of low-level students and small aristocrats. For the low-level students, they are the best partners to hope for and reach, and for the little nobles, they are the most suitable love partners and the best playthings. But in reality, the students at the bottom usually do not pursue them, and they do not want to become the playthings of the petty nobles.

As for the six beauties of CSUM's Garden Street, such as Eva Green, Mu Yuqinxin and others, they are almost the same for both the low-level students and the small nobles. No one will pay attention to them until there is enough family power, so as not to waste precious time and money.

Most of the students here are the children of low-level commoners, or the children of small nobles, or the children of medium-sized businessmen, while the real big forces, big nobles, and big conglomerates all have their own strongholds, and they don't need to crowd into this square inch to accept the unified dispatch of the academy alliance. Even those who are a little weaker and have no stronghold have their own exclusive flying machines, with cooks and minions, and do not need to go to the rest hall to move. Moreover, the interior of the Silver City world has always been distinct, with strict hierarchies, advocating the respect of the strong and the supremacy of power, and those nobles who have territories, or nobles who have real power, usually do not associate with the minor nobles. In their eyes, the difference between a small nobleman without a territory and a commoner is only the amount of combat power.

In the world of Silver City, the landless little nobles were like the ancient "knights" or "warriors". If they make a mistake or are judged to be "mediocre in ability", if they do not have enough military exploits and gold to back them up, they will soon be reduced to civilians, and their lives will be worse than death. The land-owning aristocracy was completely different, and they had intermarriage for hundreds of years, and they had a thin blood relationship with each other. Even if they fight to the death internally, they will still maintain each other's dominance.

The creed of the great nobles was: "Although I will cut off your head, I will defend to the death the legal rights of your heir." ”

There were obviously no big nobles here, only some commoners and petty nobles. So when Iron Slag walked into the hall with two beautiful women

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But at this moment, a discordant whistle suddenly sounded from the corner of the side. Iron slag followed the sound and looked over quietly. The gaze crossed several tables and finally landed on Edward Thorthy's face.

"Oh...... Look at it, it's the big beauty Mu Chizuru and her new boyfriend Sa Chiao. Edward shouted unscrupulously as he pointed at the iron slag. At the same time, dozens of young men at the same table as Edward raised their heads and looked at the iron slag in unison. Suddenly, a series of cold eyes met him, and the eyes of the iron slag narrowed slightly, sweeping over the faces of these people one by one. There was a deep hostility in their eyes.

Judging from their clothing and temperament, these people are all regimental commander-level figures. At a glance, the iron slag found that Song Haohe was also among them. However, he did not turn his head to look like the others, but silently looked at the night scene outside the glass wall.

Iron Slag clearly knew that their unresolvable hostility came from his identity - a civilian in the Far East. If he is a nobleman of the Silver City, then this qiē will disappear. Because of this, in the eyes of this group of people, a civilian from the Far East, at the moment, occupies two beautiful girls, and he is simply slapping their faces. What's more, this person's rapid development seems to be based on the corpse of another Silver City nobleman. The minor nobles of Silver City usually like to huddle, so there is now hostility.

"Boss, ignore them, they're all bad guys who feel good about themselves." Qin Ke'er stepped forward and took the hand of the iron slag, and said lightly.

"Captain Sachio, do you drink? How about a couple of drinks? Edward exclaimed. When the students in the hall heard the movement, they immediately turned their heads and looked at the iron slag. In an instant, Iron Slag only felt hundreds of eyes staring at him. And he could clearly feel that at least half of the eyes here were hostile.

Surrounded by a group of enemies, Iron Slag smiled faintly and walked towards the leaders of the small noble circle. At this moment, Edward was not wearing psionic power armor like when he first came to their camp, perhaps he was self-assured, or he felt that there was no danger in the rest center. And none of these regiment commanders are wearing power armor.

Since they don't wear power armor, then in the eyes of Iron Slag, they are a bunch of chickens who can be pinched to death at any time. The leader of this group of psionic beings will not exceed the fifth rank at most. The reason why he made such a judgment was because those who were above the fifth order did not need to mix here, let alone bully civilians to gain a sense of existence.

Then, step by step, Iron Slag walked up to Edward Thornsey, and then looked at him with a smirk, the killing intent in his eyes as if it were real and chilling. At this moment, Edward seemed to be suppressed by his momentum, and forgot to speak for a while.

After a moment of distraction, Edward sneered, glanced around at his colleagues, and continued: "It looks quite fierce, worthy of being the escort of the War Bear Temple." ”

"Friends......" Iron Slag turned his head and glanced at the more than ten minor noble heads at the table, and said sincerely, "Hello, my name is Sa Chirp, from the Ancient Temple, I hope we can help each other in the future and fight together against the enemy from the abyss." ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen minor noble leaders glanced at each other, but none of them spoke. Suddenly, the air seemed to be still, and the scene became extremely embarrassing for the head of the regiment, who was the first to throw an olive branch.

"The classmates of the academy have sent you kind greetings, but you have not responded, do you still have the basic etiquette of being a nobleman?" Mu Qianhe, who was standing behind the iron slag, finally broke out and asked in a deep voice.

Song Haohe, who had been looking out of the glass wall, suddenly heard Mu Qianhe's voice, suddenly came back to his senses, stood up and touched his head, stretched out his hand towards the iron slag and said, "Hello, friend." ”

The iron slag was about to reach out and hold it, but when he heard Edward's sarcastic laughter, he suddenly stopped and turned

The head looked over.

"Friends? Who is your friend? Edward's face suddenly darkened, and he threatened in a deep voice, "Don't think that we don't know all those things you did in the dark jungle, I advise you, it's best to disband the legion immediately, and then ......" Speaking of this, Edward pushed the table hard, stood up suddenly, and yelled, "Go back to the Far East!" ”

Immediately afterwards, he pointed at Mu Qianhe and scolded: "And you!" What are you! You're just a tired woman! ”

At this moment, Mu Qianhe's heart suddenly shrank, and his face suddenly turned white. Looking at Edward, who was extremely arrogant, Iron Slag's eyes narrowed, and his pupils contracted violently. He couldn't help it anymore, if it was when he was in Iron Mountain Town before, the other party would have turned into a pile of rotten meat.

Just when the iron slag couldn't bear it anymore and was about to make a move, Song Haohe on the opposite side suddenly burst out. He stepped onto the table and slammed his fist into Edward's face.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Edward, who was caught off guard, flew out with blood spurting upside down. Before everyone could react, Song Haohe jumped off the table, grabbed the former's collar and pulled him up, and then smashed it down with another punch! With a crackling sound, Edward squirted a mouthful of blood foaming with teeth.

"Edward Thorthy, if I hear you insult Makichizuru again, I will propose a duel to you as a nobleman!" Song Haohe gritted his teeth and said word by word. At this point, Edward's face swelled at a rate visible to the naked eye. I saw that he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"Don't ...... Don't, it's all your own people. "Captain Suo Xi just made a slip of the tongue, don't take it to heart Commander Song." "They are all classmates and colleagues, don't be like this." "Don't be impulsive...... It's all their own people. The little nobles stepped forward one after another, and while pulling the two apart, they persuaded them gossipingly.

Seeing this, Iron Slag glanced back at the two women, then shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the command office inside the rest center without looking back. The two women immediately chased after him and followed him without saying a word. During this period, Mu Qianhe couldn't help but glance behind him. In that deep gaze, there is an indescribable affection, an unforgettable concern, and a rock-solid determination......

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud.

We used to love each other, but we've missed each other......

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