Ah Le hummed a song and walked slowly on the forest path of the Imperial Military Academy, and the young man with a young face along the road waved to Ah Le. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Ah Le's index finger and middle finger are eyebrow-raised, flicked outward, and responded one by one with an ancient and chic military salute. Ah Le's heart fluctuated occasionally, for himself, the imaginary reward and the fact that he could make a request that was not particularly excessive, it could be said that everything was running as he expected.

Looking at the familiar and slightly serious office door in front of him, Ah Le calmed down. To be a calm person, such a person is often difficult to deal with in negotiations, and can also get the results he wants, Ah Le is now preparing to negotiate. "Knock, knock, knock. "The sound of the gate is like a knock on a winter melon.

"Come in. An ordinary old man's voice came from inside the door. The voice was ordinary but not familiar, and Ah Le's memory was excellent, so he was sure that there must be a strange old man in the room.

Ah Le gently pushed open the door, and looked at the emaciated old man on the other side of the long table, dressed in a long robe, his face full of furrow-like wrinkles but unable to suppress his kind face, and his silver white hair, all corresponding to the huge statue standing in the center of the campus. Ah Le immediately judged the identity of the old man.

Ah Le, who has always been modest and proud, unexpectedly saw the legendary big man without any preparation, like a winter thunder suddenly slashing on his body, his face was slightly pale, his lips trembled slightly, and he subconsciously asked, "Fu Penghui?"

In the small town full of snow-white ice fields in the north, on the long-distance train from west to east, in the world-famous super prosperous imperial capital, in the super family that has accompanied the ups and downs of the empire for thousands of years, whether it is a kind little villager, or an old mercenary who likes to brag very much, or a richly dressed city person, or a big man with a high pyramid tip, whether it is talking or chatting, none of the words are full of respect for the old man in the long shirt in front of him, he is the person most feared by the Dark Death Council-- Fu Penghui, the god of war.

Over the past hundred years, Fu Penghui has commanded the imperial ironclad warriors to defeat zombie invasions again and again in continuous battles, and even once hit the iconic wall boundary deep in the ground, resulting in the loss of more than half of the overall strength of zombies. After countless battles, no one on the planet dared to call him by his name.

Wherever he appears, he will be greeted with excitement, admiration, and burning eyes. Such a person from a humble background made no one in the six super families who had been inherited for thousands of years, including the royal family, feel a little snub to him.

However, today in the office of the director of the Academic Affairs Office of the Imperial Military Academy, this old Imperial Nova was so distracted that he called the name on the other side. After reacting, Ah Le's expression became extremely exciting, and when the military god's face changed slightly, he immediately began to plead guilty.

But Fu Penghui, who was sitting across the table, didn't hear it, the old man just kept looking Ah Le standing at the door up and down, and gradually, the ravine-lined face showed a smile, and it became a little more kind.

"Sit down. The Lord of the War motioned to Ah Le, who was motionless in place, to come over and sit down. "Xiao Xiu said that you are a real person, and it is true when you see it today. The voice full of comfort also brought a little relief to Zhao Tianle, who was standing stiff and motionless. Ah Le exhaled lightly, scratched his head, and pulled open the bench opposite the light-footed Lord of the Military God, and sat down respectfully, with a meticulous expression.

"Young people, relax, don't be too restrictive. "The warm attitude of the Lord of the Army is like that of the old man next door.

Ah Le looked at the military god on the other side of the long table with wide eyes, feeling that all this was incredible, a legendary character was now alive in his senses, Ah Le pinched his thigh hard. It hurts, it doesn't look like it's a dream. But how much Ah Le hoped that this was a dream, and that "Fu Penghui" still brought him great pressure in the end.

"Am I more serious than Xiao Xiu. Fu Penghui frowned, and asked softly, the little repair in his mouth was naturally the fourth prince Liu Yuxiu.

"It's not. Ah Le replied seriously.

"Isn't that why you're so nervous, I'm so scary?" Fu Penghui pretended to be angry.

"No, I'm not nervous right now, I'm too nervous. Why don't you sign my name, or maybe a little bit of a photo and make some good memories of my stressful day. Ah Le's straight body began to Erlang's legs, although Ah Le was more shy, but it was very rude to be restrained repeatedly, and doing such an action also summoned his greatest courage, which was even harder than fighting with Fan.

"Is Pluto in the North Pole bright?" Fu Penghui's eyes shot a bright light, looking at Ah Le, who was gradually relaxing, and suddenly asked coldly. Coincidentally, this question was also asked to him a few days ago, and even more coincidentally, the person who asked him this question was the little Xiu that the military god said he kept saying.

This question is very abrupt, and even if people who don't understand it hear it, they won't understand it for a long time. But this time, Ah Le didn't answer as secretively as he did last time. Ah Le thought for a long time, maybe it was the old man in the green shirt at the long table who was trustworthy, maybe the eyes of the military god made Ah Le feel like he was standing under the X-ray equipment of the hospital, and he began to think about the director, the purpose of the military god. After a moment, a hoarse voice said, "Pluto has set, and it is still bright." Ah Le's sixth sense thought that the Lord of the War God would not do anything unfavorable to him.

Pluto has set, and it doesn't shine anywhere. This sentence came out of Fu Penghui's mouth full of melancholy and loneliness, and there was a slight hint of joy in his tone, and the young man with a sad face in front of him still admitted it.

Ah Le scratched his head with his hands a little nervously, and looked at the old man in front of him with reddish eyes. The old man looked much older when he said that. The next moment, the old man rejoiced again, as if he had found what had been lost. "Pluto has set, but it has left some traces. The old man's voice was calm, calm and excited.

"You go back, the military merit will be awarded the day after the list is released, and you will think about your requirements. ”

Ah Le got up and bowed, and slowly exited the room. From the time he entered the room to the time he left the room, Ah Le and the legendary man said no more than ten words. He is a short ten sentences but reveals a lot of information, Ah Le understands, and Lord God of War understands even more. The short session was neither signed nor photographed.

Ah Le looked at the autumn scenery and adjusted his mentality, returned to his previous demeanor, and walked towards home with a leisurely pace.