This city, the admiration of these people, but where is his rebellion?

Sha Wei stared at the weapon in his hand, a little distracted for a moment.

Arlo saw his reaction before leaving.

He didn't want to come, so he asked his former teammates and current leaders with a straight face, "Why are you so kind to them?"

These guys are high-profile and arrogant, looking angry, and in the past, they are the objects of his focus on repairing.

"From now on, they are my men; The stronger my men, the stronger the army, the stronger I am, what's so bad about that?" He Lingchuan said casually, "Don't forget that they are here to support Panlong City, just with their blood."

Arlo was speechless, so he could only obediently come over and take the medicine.

Although the elixir he prescribed tasted terrifying, the effect was also surprisingly good. After four days in bed, Sha Wei was able to walk around on the ground.

This is not to be said later.

On the way home, He Lingchuan actually met Xin Yi again, who was also wandering the market.

He dismissed his entourage and blended in with the bustling crowd, a relaxed and relaxed group.

He Lingchuan originally wanted to turn around and leave, but Xin Yi's eyesight was as good as his, and as soon as his gaze swept over, he raised his hand and greeted: "General He." See each other three times in one day, we're really fated."

"Mr. Xin is so interested."

"Before curfew, I want to buy something and go back to drink." Panlong City also has a curfew system, but in the past two years, commerce and trade have been booming, and the curfew has only started recently, two hours later than the original. Xin Yi looked at him holding a few oiled paper bags in his hand, "What kind of delicious thing is this?"

"A little smoked."

Xin Yi also saw a large bag of black-red, oval-shaped dried fruits: "What about this?"

"Dates, a Weicheng specialty of the Panlong Wasteland, have only been sold in Panlong City in the past few years." He Lingchuan pushed the oil paper bag in front of him, "One?"

Sun Fuling also liked this, and he bought it back for her as a snack.

Xin Yi took one in his hand and put it in his mouth.

"This is good, this is good, sweeter than dried dates."

He Lingchuan asked, intentionally or unintentionally, "Has Mr. Xin eaten before?"

"No, I'll have to buy half a pack back."

He Lingchuan smiled and introduced him to other delicacies.

A quarter of an hour later, Xin Yi also had a few more oiled paper bags in his hand: "It's okay at night, do you want to drink together?" I would like to ask General He to tell us about the battle between Takigawa and Yuheng Castle."

"Mr. Shin is interested in fighting?" He Lingchuan thought that he was just here to be a communications officer.

"To tell you the truth, I've been working hard for so many years of cultivation, but I don't have much chance to go to war." Xin Yi sighed, "The situation is like this, a good man has to rely on the sword in his hand in the end. I want to take a good look at Panlong City this time, and I will often ask General He for advice in the future!"

That's the reason, He Lingchuan bowed his head: "It's not possible tonight, let's have a few drinks at Seymour Ridge tomorrow night."

"Oh? Oh—isn't it a beautiful appointment?" Xin Yi suddenly understood, and squeezed his eyes at him, "Hey, I don't know each other again. See you tomorrow morning, then!"

He Lingchuan smiled and said goodbye to him.

An hour later, the moon shone like water, sprinkling on the Yunjin Pagoda.

He Lingchuan had already climbed to the top of the tower, and the bricks and tiles were covered with soft cushions, and wine and food were placed on the mats.

There was also a beautiful woman sitting next to her.

Yunjin Pagoda is located on a hill and is the tallest tower in Panlong City. Every day the morning sun rises in the east, and the first rays of gold shine on the spire of this pagoda.

However, the beautiful scenery that unfolded in front of He Lingchuan and Sun Lingling at this moment was the lights of thousands of homes in Panlong City.

That piece of light was brighter than the stars in the sky.

With the eyes of the two of them, they can also see the crowds of people coming and going on the street, as well as the wind lanterns under the eaves of the shops.

The hustle and bustle of Panlong City today is not the same as it was three years ago.

The Xiongcheng at night was obscured by a little bit of coldness, and there were three more points of fireworks and soft light.

Sun Fuling brushed the wind-blown sideburns off the back of her head, and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful."

He Lingchuan watched

She responded, "Isn't it?"

Looking at the beauty under the moon, the jade face is shining, and the clothes are flying, as if they are going to feather and ascend to the immortal in the next second.

Today's grandson is not as beautiful as a real person.

Sun Lingfei glanced at him, his eyes like waves: "I said Panlong City."

"I'm talking about Panlong City, too." He Lingchuan smiled, "Otherwise?"

The surroundings were quiet, and no one else could climb to the top of this tower. Sun Lingling asked him, "Why do you have time to take me to climb the tower tonight?"

Just now, she jumped up by herself, which was easier than He Lingchuan.

"After the business in hand is done, why don't you hurry up to accompany our grandson?"

Sun Fuling sat with her knees raised, her chin resting on her knees: "I heard that you cooked a few thorns from the east in the afternoon?"

"Master's message is very well-informed." He Lingchuan said leisurely, "But they're not thorns, they're just a bunch of energetic kids who have nowhere to vent. As long as you train well, you will be a good fighter in the future."

Sun Fuling was silent for a while, and then asked him, "Are you going to fight?" When are you leaving?"

He Lingchuan said in a low voice, "It's almost there."

Neither of them spoke, but held hands.

Only the March breeze lingers at the spire.

Staring at the sparks in the city below, He Lingchuan remembered the current situation of the Xiluo Kingdom.

The second prince of the kingdom of Siro borrowed the power of Bega and succeeded in ascending to the throne.

And then what?

Did he think that luring a wolf into the house would lead to a good result?

Although the former Siro State was weak, at least it was still an independent country.

Now, it is just a puppet in the palm of Bega, let it live if it is born, let it die and it will die, let it dance and it will not dare to stand, let it send troops and it will target its own territory and people - even if Panlong City still pays taxes to the Kingdom of Xiluo - how dare you say half a "no"?

Bow down to Bega, that's how it ended.

Xiluo Xinjun is too naïve, thinking that after taking refuge in Bega, he will be the second Baling and the second immortal?

How can there be such a good thing?

To be a dog, don't forget that there are many kinds of dogs, some can be used as hunting dogs, and some can only be delivered to the vegetable market as meat dogs.

What could be of use to the kingdom of Ciro to Bega?

Bega wants Panlong City. And Siro is nothing more than a blunt knife swung towards Panlong City, which can't kill people, but can cut people's hearts.

From this point of view, Zhong Shengguang is really sober in the world.

By refusing to surrender to Bega, he was taking an extraordinarily difficult but independent path.

He knew very well that even if he was exchanged for a while, Panlong City would not be able to live a peaceful life. It will become a knife in the hands of Bega, stabbing other nations and peoples, and bowing down to the gods to gather more of their spirits.

The kingdom of Siro is a lesson in point.

In the eyes of the gods and Bega, they were not even human.

If you don't be a dog that bites, you should be mined.

Sun Fuling asked him, "What do you want?"

"Lure the wolf in."

Sun Fuling blinked and said strangely, "Who are you referring to?"

"Ciro."

In fact, he remembered Situ and his son.

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