The car is not slow, but it is not very slow, it is easy to cause worry, those necromancers will not be able to react in time, as for what degree is appropriate, it can only rely on Buzureano's own feelings. 【】

In fact, there are many things in the world that are not fixed, a general can judge the enemy's movements in thousands of cumbersome, true and false intelligence, and a businessman can seize business opportunities in the unpredictable and unpredictable shopping mall, to a large extent, by feeling, relying on feeling to find the key point before he can carry out analysis. If you ask them why they can show things that others can't, it's hard for them to say the truth, but they do it.

At noon, the carriage drove into the city of Buenos, and the long-waiting Black Eleven and Apa met the carriage, and the expressions on their faces were very complicated, as if they dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and as if they were helpless. Black Eleven: The task of the two of them is to fight the front station, who knows that everything that should be prepared is ready, but An Fei and the others seem to be missing, and they can't wait for the left or the right, and the two of them are so anxious that they are like ants on a hot pot. There was no magic teleportation array in Buenos City, and closing the gates would be equivalent to losing all sources, even if they were qualified to order the gates to open urgently, it would be unrealistic to rush back. I waited until dawn and finally got the intelligence of the secret agent, and An Fei and the others rested in Punk City last night, and there was a conflict that night, and the details of the conflict are unknown for the time being, but An Fei and the others are intact.

Although I am no longer worried, there is a resentment in my heart, and the faces of the two of them will of course not look good. Whether it's Chris or Nia. Or Anfei. The weight is heavy, and if anything happens to any of them, they may be severely punished. This has nothing to do with whether you have the ability to turn the tide, and when you are born, you always have to contribute your own strength to the place, so if you lose, you are convinced, what is the matter now?

Black Eleven and Appa greeted Buzureano respectfully, then turned their gaze to Chris. Black Eleven asked with concern, "Chris, are you okay?" Actually, this is nonsense, he knew that everyone was okay in the morning, and Black Eleven wanted to express his attitude.

"I'm fine. Chris smiled, and the corner of his eye aimed at Anfei, which means: I said that you will make people angry when you play people like this, I am right!

"Looks like we should change carriages. Buzuriano laughed and said he didn't know he had such an affinity. Looking at the only one person on Silanberge's side, he could be regarded as having the upper hand compared to the two.

The grief of the night has faded in Buzureano's heart. Or rather, he was deliberately forgetting. After decades of ups and downs, he has seen too many lives and deaths, and the dead are already grieving and irretrievable, and instead of immersing themselves in it, it is better to be prepared to return the enemy with a more ferocious attack.

"The wagon, our lord, we are ready. Appa replied softly, he beckoned, and two men in Tsing Yi walked out of the corner with a carriage, handed the reins to Apa, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"You're very thoughtful. An Fei praised.

It's just that this kind of praise inevitably has the suspicion of easing the atmosphere and apologetic in disguise, Black Eleven didn't even look at An Fei and bowed to Buzureano and said, "My lord, please get in the car." ”

Buzureano gave An Fei a funny look and took the lead in boarding the carriage. An Fei changed his plan without authorization, which not only caused confusion to others, but also caused him and Slanbergé a lot of trouble, and what made him even more dissatisfied was that An Fei had a conflict with the believers of the goddess of nature in the temple, although the caretaker of the temple upheld justice and truthfully told him the scene at that time, so that he understood that the main reason was not on An Fei, but everyone has a heart to protect the short-sighted, and Buzureano felt very uncomfortable.

However, there is a serious matter, whether An Fei, Niya and others all died tragically in the temple, or the life and death of the believers of the goddess of nature, the choice between the two is between the two, Buzureano would rather choose the latter, if the tragedy really gave birth to Thor, Ernest and even Yoland, it is possible to react violently, and all the believers of the goddess of nature will face a monstrous disaster.

Moreover, the caretaker of the temple also told him that An Fei could use the power of the heart of nature, and all this combined made Buzureano make the smartest choice, and when he saw An Fei, he didn't mention anything about the temple at all, as if he had never been born of anything.

But these things are very uncomfortable to hold in the heart after all, so Buzureano was happy to see Anfei deflated.

It only took a short time to talk and change cars, and the carriage began to move forward again, although Black Eleven thought from the bottom of his heart that An Fei's approach was very problematic, but An Fei's prestige was still there, and the carriage had not yet left Buenos City, Black Eleven's face had softened, and he took out some Dong from his arms

gave Anfei: said angrily: "This is for you." After saying that, the corners of Nunu's mouth pointed to Appa beside him.

An Fei understood the hint of Black Eleven, he leaned back against the wall of the carriage quietly, bent his legs, just blocked the paper scroll in his hand, and looked at it quietly.

What was written on the paper was a summary of information, but Amphi had no way of judging what was valuable and what was not, he just flipped through it quickly and carefully, and when he reached the last page, the handwriting on it immediately caught his attention, because he recognized it as Black Eleven's handwriting.

There is not much content on the above, mainly about the Marquis of Zose, on the second day of the withdrawal of the Shining Sand Empire, the Marquis of Zose left Violet City with some private soldiers and rushed to the Holy City, after arriving in the Holy City, the low-key Marquis of Zose met with Yoland, and then returned to the mansion he bought, and the officials of the city did not go to visit him, but he appeared at the banquet held by the eldest prince West on the third night, and talked with Vest very happily, like an old friend who had not seen him for many years. Afterwards, Vest and the Marquis d'Zose had a long private conversation, and no one knew what they had discussed, but according to the Marquis d'Zose's servant, the old man came home that day humming a ballad and got out of the carriage.

Black Eleven drew a black line under what the servant said, what could make the always low-key Marquis of Zose so happy? This question is not difficult to think, Black Eleven knew that An Fei also immediately understood, Marquis Zose was determined to become the master of Violet City, and the eldest prince West also made a promise to him!

An Fei gently slid his hand over the paper and looked at the texture of the two sheets in front of him, it seemed that Black Eleven had added it without authorization, and this kind of information should not have been known to him, so Black Eleven would have hinted.

An Fei pondered for a long time, his brows slowly relaxed, he figured it out, if he had a conflict with the king of the empire, Yoland, Black Eleven's position did not need to be considered, An Fei would not have that kind of extravagant hope, but the person who sang the rival drama was replaced by the eldest prince, but still a great prince who did not get the right to inherit, Black Eleven proved with practical actions that he would fulfill his responsibilities as a partner.

As long as the general direction is aligned, the trust between them will not be undermined, and Anfei is not worried about this prerequisite. The most taboo thing for people is to be a wall grass, they are complacent for their flexibility, but they don't know that no matter who has the upper hand, they will not give them good fruit to eat. Since he already thinks that Yolander is also a wise monarch, An Fei will not change his mind easily unless he is forced to the point of desperation, but with Yolande's wisdom, he knows far better than himself how to avoid such a situation.

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"Destroy it when you're done. Black Eleven coughed lightly: "This is an explanation from Your Majesty, Your Majesty An Fei really trusts you." ”

"yes. Appa continued, "Even our Prime Minister has no right to look through such things." ”

An Fei smiled and handed the scroll of paper to Susanna, who picked up the vindictive spirit and the scroll of paper turned into countless pieces in Susanna's palm.

It was really a wave of unevenness, wave after wave, An Fei stretched out his legs, closed his eyes, and pondered. Unexpectedly, he offended the eldest prince in this way, although everything was Yoland's idea and had nothing to do with him, but the eldest prince West would not complain about his father, and he Anfei would definitely be a scapegoat.

It's a bit too much to use the word 'hatred' to describe this kind of relationship, but the eldest prince will at least hate himself very much, what will the eldest prince think after the news of the birth of Violet City reached the Holy City a few days ago?

"What's wrong with An Fei?" asked Suzanne softly, An Fei's frowning look caught her attention, "Is it uncomfortable?"

"It's fine. An Fei opened his eyes and then closed them again: "I want to sleep for a while, you don't have to worry about me." This is his habit, when he feels any pressure, he will not go to the tip of the bull's horns, but will use sleep or cultivation methods to avoid it for a while, and then think from a new perspective after he is completely relaxed.

The body relaxed, the mind sank into the stable realm, and all the voices around him were automatically filtered out by An Fei, he couldn't hear anything, and his breath became slow and long, Suzanne and the others were used to seeing An Fei's cultivation, but they didn't care, but Buzzurellano's eyes were always on An Fei.

I don't know how long it took, Suzanne suddenly said in surprise, "Huh, why did the carriage stop behind?"

Buzureano lifted the curtain on the other side, glanced back, and whispered, "Stop!"

At the same time as the carriage stopped, An Fei opened his eyes and sat up lazily, looking behind Suzanne through the gap in her shoulder.