The other party calls himself me!

The leader of the sailors was shocked, and looked at the woman not far away in astonishment.

Her fresh clothes were like fire, her black hair was flying, her dark pupils were dangling their figures, and her cold gaze seemed to be looking at a dead person.

This woman does not have a trace of popularity on her body, such a person is not a perennial licking of blood, that is, she is not afraid of death.

And combined with this man's battle, the leader of the navy has already guessed the identity of this person.

"But...... The Empress of the North? ”

As soon as the words fell, the people in the rivers and lakes on the nearby ships who did not dare to approach said in unison again: "I have seen the Empress of the Northern Kingdom!" ”

The loud sound echoed on the surface of the sea, and the momentum was magnificent.

At this moment, they are no longer enemies, but they share the same hatred and hatred for the enemy, and they are united with the outside world.

The leader of the navy finally sensed the seriousness of the situation, and he stopped talking.

"Empress, we just thought that these people might be detrimental to our country's land, so we made this decision, and I hope that Empress Haihan."

He Lan did not intend to cause war at this time, and did not say much.

Just turned around, and the group of women beside him jumped up at the same time, took off, maintained formation, and headed for Penglai Island.

In the sedan roof in place, the man's eyes were as silent as water, and his red clothes were loosened by the sea breeze that came in.

Little Star looked up at him, "It's A-Niang's voice." ”

The man didn't say anything, just reached out and knocked on the wall of the sedan chair, signaling to pick up the sedan chair.

With the leadership of the Empress of the Northern Kingdom and the Lord of the Fanting Pavilion, that group of people from the rivers and lakes can finally pass this sea area in a bright and bright way.

Looking at the departing backs of the group, the leader of the navy clenched his penetrated hand, his eyes filled with anger.

He instructed: "Hurry up and reply to the emperor." ”

"Yes!"

~

Penglai Island.

The geographical location is very good, close to the mountains and rivers, that is, the terrain is slightly lower, at the bottom of the valley.

It's still winter over there, but when you get here, it's almost summer.

Colorful flowers appeared from the moment they arrived near Penglai Island.

Penglai Island is not uninhabited, but it is sparsely populated, most of them are some ancients who do not ask about the world, they are savage, but they are also smart.

In Helan's eyes, they are like modern human beings who have not been infected by technology.

They wore straw skirts, and occasionally cloth, almost barefoot, and looked at them with a particularly wary and unkind gaze.

Helan stopped here for a while, and she didn't dare to rush into someone's lot.

But as soon as she arrived on Penglai Island, she saw the corpse, which was from here.

Not a natural death, but a human killing.

Presumably, someone has already been here, probably from Shenghai.

No wonder there was a little hatred in the eyes of that group of people.

Heijiao kept up unhurriedly, landed, and stopped.

But the people inside did not come down.

"The head of the north!"

I don't know who suddenly shouted.

I saw a long figure walking behind the crowd, his blue eyes were like ice, dreamlike, mysterious and unpredictable.

His words brought the scene to a dead silence again.

He Lan didn't speak, just nodded to the visitor.

Bei Ting looked at her, the thoughts in his heart were really difficult to contain, but he didn't say anything, after all, there were many people.

They hadn't seen each other for two years, and he knew she had returned to the Northland with her son.

The man in red in the arrogant roof hooked his lips and smiled, very cold and weird, and there was a piercing coolness rippling in his dark pupils.

Moved slightly, put on a mask, opened the curtain and walked out.

The appearance of the man in red made the people around him stunned.

This Fanting Pavilion Master, who has always had the name of weird slaughter, has such an aura, although he can't see his face clearly, but the natural noble temperament on his body can't be pretended.

He Lan looked at him, and only felt his heart tremble.

Those eyes were too cold, as cold as a thousand years of ice, and even blood didn't seem to be able to melt it for half a minute.