"Mr. Feng, do you know about the funeral night, I heard that he is very successful in the south of the city?" asked Long Daxia.

"I've heard of it!" Funeral Night nodded, "But I haven't seen it!"

"I heard that Mr. Dragon King has suffered a loss at his hands? The South Asian Alliance also lost a lot in Cold Valley, Mr. Wind, as a member of the South Asian Alliance, is also Mr. Dragon King's right-hand man, I don't know what you think of this person in the Funeral Night?"

Funeral Night smiled: "I don't have any opinion, accidents will always happen, but one thing I can be sure of, if we meet again, you will definitely live or die." ”

For the funeral night, this was an unexpected bonus, before that, he didn't know anything about the South Asian Alliance, and what happened in Cold Valley was all about the rivers and lakes.

However, this is not the case, and the original appearance of the rivers and lakes is far from what he sees.

But why is it complicated? Why does it deteriorate?

I don't know, I don't want to know, he likes to be simple, simple, live freely, be happy, don't need to shoulder too much, and don't need to worry too much.

"Mr. Feng, the front is the temporary stronghold of our Eagle Club, if you don't dislike it, let's go and sit over there. ”

The dragon king made a gesture of please, his tone was gentle, and he sounded polite.

But on the night of the funeral, it can be seen that this politeness is not from the heart, but with contempt and oppression.

Long Daxia is not afraid of the South Asian Alliance, and he is also not good friends.

This is not what he should care about, how to do diplomacy, naturally someone will worry about it, he just needs to do his part.

Inviting the Nordic Union and the funeral night is just considering that the environment is not familiar, there are too many unknown factors, and one more person is a little more wisdom.

Moreover, the Eagle Club also has enough self-confidence and ability, and is not worried about the Nordic League and the South Asian League making small moves behind the scenes.

"It's a great honor!" the funeral night also made a gesture of please, with a humble attitude, even flattery.

It's not something that comes out of the bones, but something that has to be done.

The most dangerous places tend to be the safest, at least in the ...... Before his identity is revealed, Funeral Night will not worry about his safety.

The forest is getting deeper and deeper, and many towering ancient trees lie on the ground, covered with thick moss, and many beautiful flowers and plants grow.

"Is Mr. Feng from the auxiliary department? I heard from the black bull that you have a plant in your hand that even he can't tell the level. Long Daxia asked.

"Is this it?" Funeral Night handed a starry sky grass to Long Daxia, "I can't see it, this is an accident, at least I don't need it yet, if Long Daxia likes it, I can give it to you." ”

"Thank you!" Long Daxia was also polite, or this was what he thought.

"You're welcome, it's an honor for me to be able to make friends with Mr. Long!"

Although I am reluctant to give up, the situation is different, and sometimes I have to bow my head.

If the time is ripe, it is not recommended to use the method of searching for the corpse on the night of the funeral, no matter what Nordic or eagle you are, as long as it is a crooked nut, as long as it is a foreign devil, you will search it all and take it all.

Just ask you, why are you so angry?

"Hmm, there's a situation!"

In the middle of the woods, a small clearing appeared, the lawn was trampled on, and in some places it was stained with blood, and many corpses lay on the sidelines.

It is not difficult to see that not so long ago, there should have been a battle here, and it was a large-scale battle.

I don't know when it started, the setting of the rivers and lakes has gradually changed, the blood stains will no longer disappear instantly, they will be preserved for a period of time, and the same is true for corpses.

"Is it the people of the China Alliance who sold the dog?" the dragon king stepped forward in a few steps, and the mess in front of him made his eyes burn.

However, Ziyun Mountain is a special environment, and all communication has been interrupted, and it is impossible to find out the situation at all.

"Look for it separately!" Judging by the bloodstains, it shouldn't have been long since the battle ended. "Friends of Northern Europe and South Asia, will you help us?" the Dragon King asked, looking at the Burial Night and the Black Bull.

"Very happy!" Funeral Night nodded, and then looked at the black bull: "Brother, what about you?"

"Of course, of course I'm willing to help, we're friends!" replied Black Bull.

"Alright, let's go this way, no matter what the outcome is, we will meet here before dark. "Funeral Night Road.

"Well, my friends from Northern and Southern Asia, on behalf of the Eagle Club, I would like to express my gratitude. ”

"You're welcome!" Black Bull looked at the funeral night, "Mr. Wind, are you going with us all the way?" or with Long Daxia?"

"South Asia and Northern Europe are negotiating cooperation, and we are half an alliance, so naturally we are on the same path as our brothers. ”

"Alliance? It's a good name and a good excuse. On the way, the black bull was not in a hurry or slow, and he asked on the funeral night: "How many people like Mr. Wind are there in the South Asian Alliance?"

"Huh?"

"I don't mean anything else, but I have to make my point clear, that's what we've always done in the Nordics, and you know that since it's an alliance, you have to cooperate and help each other, not to find an umbrella, right? Mr. Wind?"

"I think my brother may have misunderstood the cooperation of the alliance, the current strength of South Asia is also unpredictable in Northern Europe, there is no use value, or it cannot bring benefits, South Asia disdains cooperation!"

"Really?" the black bull's face was gloomy and unpleasant.

"Dude seems to be upset, is it because of the herb?" asked Funeral Night.

Black Bull didn't speak, but the attitude spoke for itself.

"Dude, in fact, you should look farther, and never believe that you see everything until the results come out, you just need to remember that South Asia and Northern Europe are one family. ”

"Interesting, Mr. Wind is so funny. Hei Niu's face turned cloudy, "There is a strange book in China, called "The Art of War", I have only heard of it, and I have never had time to read it, Mr. Feng should have read it, right?"

Funeral Night smiled and didn't speak.

I don't know how to say it, he hasn't read "The Art of War" at all, and he is quite ashamed, but it is difficult to show it.

"Dude, there's a fork in the road ahead, are we going to split up?" asked Funeral Night, pointing ahead.

The ridge comes into view, there is a road on each side, and the future is dangerous and unknown, but he is not afraid of the funeral night, because he is playing Infernal Affairs, no matter which force he encounters, he has room to maneuver, and in comparison, it is safer.

"You two Mr. Zephyr go over there, the rest of you and I go here, remember, find an anomaly, return immediately, our mission is only to help the Eagle Club find clues, it's not time to fight hard. The black bull commanded.

He arranged for two people at the peak of the young heroes to walk with them on the funeral night, not to mention paying attention to it, at best it was perfunctory.

The funeral night leads the way in front, and the identity is like cannon fodder.

The jungle is quiet, the environment is beautiful, and there are many kinds of plants and trees. Of course, the atmosphere is also very dignified.

"Two old men, have you heard of the monsters on the purple clouds?" asked Funeral Night.

"I've heard that the Nordics have also lost a lot of people. ”

"Do you want to see monsters?" Funeral Night suddenly turned around and stared coldly at the two in front of him.

(End of chapter)