On the same morning that Eva Green burned the letter, in the side hall of the Rain Prayer Temple in the thirteenth silver city, Mu Yuli-anlan, who had just eaten breakfast, and Mu Yuqin talked about iron slag. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"If we send someone to him now, will it violate the agreement between you and the princess?" Mu Yuqin asked in her heart. At the dinner table just now, Mu Yu Lily of the Valley asked her to recruit people in Tieshan Town, and let these people go to the southern cemetery to find the whereabouts of the iron slag.

"Xiaoqing, when it comes to men, don't talk to women about credit." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley taught the Tao seriously.

"Okay......" Mu Yuqin shrugged her shoulders, tilted her head, and spread her hands.

"Also, remember to prepare, tomorrow's Feast of the Gods, you will be the priest of the rain god to send New Year's blessings to the people."

"Oh, it's so annoying...... Mu Yuqin stretched her waist and muttered, "Let the little demon go, I'm a shadow priest, and I have to keep my sense of mystery." ”

"Oh~ It turns out that you are a shadow priest~ Not to mention that I almost forgot~" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley looked at her sister and asked slowly, "A few days ago, when I was looking at the action records of the Shadow Branch, I found that four years ago, you took two red-clothed warriors to Iron Mountain Town, I calculated the time a little, it was just more than a month before the iron slag left, don't you plan to explain this?" ”

"I ......" Mu Yuqin hesitated.

"What am I!" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley raised her eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.

"I'm just going to kill him, what's wrong?" Mu Yuqin raised her chin, snorted lightly, and said, "It's a pity that he was lucky and didn't kill ...... by me."

"In the record, the target was hit by a psionic armor-piercing bullet and was impaled through the chest by a long sword, right?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley asked.

"So what?" Mu Yuqin said stubbornly.

"He must have shed a lot of blood...... Mu Yu Suzuran speculated.

"I ...... I've already repaid him. Mu Yuqin argued.

"Repay?" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley turned her face sideways and asked.

"I also shed a lot of blood for him, and I flattened it." Mu Yuqin said with a red face.

"What a shameless little goblin." Mu Yu Lily of the Valley commented.

"You're shameless!" "Do you dare to talk back?" "I'm telling the truth."

The two sisters quarreled for a while, and then Mu Yuqin put on her equipment and took the two red-clothed warriors out of the Rain Prayer Temple. After getting into the car, coming to the checkpoint, and changing to a float boat to reach the ground, she got into a jeep and went to Iron Mountain Town, where she found Lao Di, the deputy captain of the garrison.

"I heard you're a slag friend?" Mu Yuqin asked in her heart.

"Iron slag? Who is Iron Slag? Lao Di pretended to be stupid, he knew that the other party was a person from the silver city, but he didn't know whether he was friend or foe, so he naturally denied it.

"Chicken flute?" Mu Yuqin's tone was accentuated and emphasized, "He said that your code name is Chicken Flute. ”

Lao Di was taken aback, and he was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses and said, "This friend is Ji Di, auspicious Ji, not a chicken." ”

"Ji Di, I ask you to form a team to go to the southern cemetery to find the whereabouts of the iron slag, the number is about twelve, and the funds and flying machines are provided by us." Mu Yuqin said strongly.

Lao Di thought for a while and asked, "What are you looking for him?" ”

"Determine if he's safe and then give him help." Mu Yuqin said in her heart.

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Lao Di nodded and said, someone has contributed money and efforts, and he is looking for his friends, of course he will not refuse.

Just when Mu Yuqinxin returned to the thirteenth silver city, on the dock of Luoyan Town, thousands of miles away, a middle-aged man of medium height, slightly chubby, and a scumbag beard was arguing with a short and fat middle-aged man. At this moment, the former looked indifferent, but the latter was red-faced and looked very angry.

"Why do you want my Beidou! This is my ship! Feng Yun shouted excitedly.

"This was originally my boat, I bought it back in the armed flying geese, I still have the formalities, do you want to check?" The captain said.

"You gave it back to me three years ago." Feng Yun said.

"When did I tell you? I'm just borrowing, you know? Borrow, not give. The captain said lightly.

"You ......" Feng Yun pointed at the captain, speechless for a while. After a while, he sighed and asked, "What about your ship?" Don't you have a warship? What else do you want me to do with this broken fishing boat? ”

"I like it, it's my boat, I'm going to get it back, it's as simple as that." The captain said brutely.

Looking at the captain's arrogant attitude, Feng Yun jumped in anger, dropped his hat, and went back to the kitchen.

A moment later, Feng Yun learned the whole story from the mouth of the accountant Wu Congyun.

"That day in Iceland, he and Yuluo drank all night, and then we didn't know what happened, and the next morning, we were left with only a dinghy...... "The accountant recalled.

"Where's her Ichthyosaurus? She sailed away from the Moon Sea, and she will always leave a boat for you. Feng Yun asked.

"It is said that ......," the accountant touched his forehead and said, "the Ichthyosaurus was driven away by the eldest lady of the Sima family." ”

"Okay, he was robbed of the boat by a woman, so he came back to rob me, what kind of reason is this!" Feng Yun said angrily.

"To be honest, I think it's disgusting too." Taking advantage of the captain's absence, Wu Congyun said bad things.

"What is he doing with the boat this time? Wouldn't it be nice to stay in Iceland? Or wouldn't it be nice to be with his woman? Feng Yun chattered.

"He said he was going to the southern cemetery to do business, and that day he read a newspaper from half a year ago, and he said that there was a business opportunity there, and he wanted to go over and break through." The accountant said.

"What business opportunities can there be?" Feng Yun asked.

"He seems to be saying that he is going to speculate on atonement coins, and he also said that he can smuggle medicines." The accountant said.

"Toss, really toss!" Feng Yun knocked on the big iron spoon and said very unhappily.

Half an hour later, just as the captain began to command the first mate to take over control of the Beidou, in a remote corner of the tail alley in the sand city north of Luoyan Town, an old man was wiping gun parts with a teenager in a second-hand firearms shop.

Quietly, a dark, thin, tall figure appeared at the door of the store. Sensing the movement, the old man slowly put down the parts in his hand and looked back. Suddenly, the old man was stunned for a moment, then stood up on the table, and took three steps and two steps to meet him.

"Master, I'm here." I saw the black and thin young man open his hands and hug the old man covered in oil.

"Cow cub, here it is." The old man looked at the young man and said happily. After a while, the old man came back to his senses from the joy of reunion, pulled the young man at the table to the young man, and said, "Xinyun, this is your senior brother, Ah Niu. ”

This young man is none other than Iron Slag's good friend, Lao Niu, one of the two heroes in Iron Mountain Town. Compared with four years ago, he looks taller and stout, and his body has a little more majestic momentum, but his appearance has not changed much, and he still looks a little silly.

"Hello senior brother, my name is Ye Xinyun." The boy said obediently.

"Good!" Lao Niu stretched out his thumb and said, then took out a handful of silver coins from the canvas bag on his back, put them in the palm of the young man's hand, and said, "Take it, senior brother will buy you food." ”

Then, the old cow and the old master sat down and started the homework.

"Taishi Zu's body is fine." "Very good, I can eat three bowls of rice in one meal." "That's good, that's good...... By the way, what are you doing in Sand City this time? ”

"Taishizu asked me to find an engineer named Qin Feng and let me work in the Great Wall Company and learn some skills." Lao Niu said seriously.

"That's right, we are all from wild roads, so it's good to learn some skills." The old man sighed.

Next, the two chatted about the recent situation without saying a word, after all, Lao Niu didn't say much, and he came and went with those few words: "Is your body okay?" "How's it going?" "Do you have enough clothes to wear?"

A few hours later, when night fell, just as Lao Niu took Lao Fu and Ye Xinyun to the commercial street for dinner, Iron Slag was woken up by Su Shan.

"Tonight is the eve of the Feast of the Gods, so let's have dinner together." Susan invited.

It didn't take long for Uncle Nuo to come to the round table by the fireplace with a steaming corn soup, and as he put it down, he beckoned to the iron slag: "Friend, have a good meal tonight and welcome the new year." ”

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded in response. He hadn't celebrated the Feast of the Gods in years. Last year, he was in the Dark Jungle, the year before and the year before last, he was at the end of the world, and earlier, he was on the run.

A moment later, Iron Slag and the two father and daughter at the bar sat down with half a roast chicken, a large piece of dry bread, a pot of corn bone broth, a few fried eggs, and two slightly rusty cans of luncheon meat. These dinners, which I couldn't even look down on when I was in Iron Mountain Town before, became the dinner of Iron Slag for this year's Praise of the Gods. But he has always been not very particular about eating, the good ones can be eaten, and the bad ones don't mind.

After sitting down, Uncle Nuo poured some ale for the iron slag in a wooden cup, and then said, "Your injuries are not all healed, don't drink too much." Then the two of them touched their glasses and drank a warm sip of wine.

That night, Uncle Nuo and Su Shan were very happy, and they couldn't stop laughing, making this little bar full of festive atmosphere.

The clock struck twelve, and as the New Year approached, they made a wish for the coming year.

"I hope my Susan will grow up soon." Uncle Nuo touched his daughter's head and said.

"Hopefully there will be many, many fat sheep coming to our bar next year and giving me a lot of tips." Su Shan clasped her hands together and made a wish sincerely.

"I'm sorry, we Holy Wolf Guardians don't believe in the gods, so I won't make a wish." Iron Slag said secretly.

A cheerful night passed, but from the next day, the father and daughter returned to their previous sad faces, as if they were preoccupied, and every day was depressed. Tie Slag asked a few times, but the two father and daughter were tight-lipped and didn't say anything.

ps：

Good news!

With the help of your brothers, I finally waited for the good news. I just received a notice from the editor: "Doomsday Totem, just now the operation department notified that there will be an app recommendation next week, and there will be more updates." If the increase is good, a better recommended position will be arranged. ”

To put it simply, this is the prelude to the wireless end, whether to eat porridge or meat in the future, it depends on this time, so please download more Zongheng APP software, even if you don't have money, you can also touch a personal field, add a click-through rate, reply to a post, and show your support. Of course, it is better to subscribe, because only by subscribing can the value of the book be reflected and there will be more promotion. And with more promotion, more people can see the book, and more friends will support it.

To be honest, no author would want to end his book if he could, and I poured a lot of emotion into it. When I wrote about Book 4, the scene of Kozan in front of the sacred fire, I finished it with tears in my eyes. Because I not only saw the old man, but also remembered my father's hard work......

There is no victory, no sacrifice is required.

The remnants of the north are the people of my dreams, and the iron slag is the people I yearn for, they are simple, kind, brave, and believe in the glory of their ancestors. I hope that they will win the final victory in my pen and regain the glory that belongs to them.