The days of Beshimshima are longer than I imagined. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Since the large army of Yunmeng Tangmen left, everything on other islands seemed to be still.

Everyone mechanically exercised and rested, as if they were far away from the world.

But before the end of the Dragon City game, almost no one will come here.

It's not so much an island as a cage.

Every day after she finished practicing, she would walk alone to the chessboard stone, looking at the waves on the Dongting Lake, hoping that news would come back from afar.

She will take time every day to watch the "Flying Flowers on a Snowy Night" given by her father, and every time she practices, she will feel a little cool all over her body.

It was originally a unique internal strength method, using the hand to condense ice, as a weapon, which naturally required the cultivation of some extremely strong cold true qi.

With a woman's physique, it doesn't seem to be too suitable for practicing this kind of cold internal strength.

However, what made Qingwen a little puzzled was that although she would feel cold when practicing, she would not feel repulsed at all, but would feel very cordial.

This is one of the characteristics of this "Flying Flowers on a Snowy Night".

Another characteristic is that you can't fully control it.

When exercising, he will involuntarily release his true qi and form a thin snowflake barrier around it, in which the rain does not invade and seems to be able to be used to ward off the enemy.

At this point, Qingwen was both worried and happy, after all, it didn't seem difficult for her to practice this exercise, but she always felt that there was something strange about this method.

Thanks to the wonder of this method, Qingwen has a little sustenance, so that she will not be thinking about it all day long.

Although she will certainly not mention the person she misses, as if it is distant and unreachable.

Qingling doesn't have so many worries, she is not like her sister, pinning her daily thoughts on the boundless waves.

What she didn't have, even if she missed it at the moment, she probably wouldn't have stepped on the waves of Dongting Lake, and then came wave by wave.

All she could do was learn some tricks every day to welcome the triumph of everyone from the Yunmeng Tang Sect.

However, a flying pigeon passed the book, breaking everyone's thoughts.

The critical situation, from a short sentence, brought a sense of crisis to the entire island.

Qingwen stood on the chessboard stone, still looking into the distance as usual, and behind her, Qingling's eager voice came.

"Dad, Dad, he's back from the book!"

Qingwen hurriedly turned around, her face couldn't help but be a little excited, but when she saw Qingling's expression, she calmed down until she held down Qingling, who was out of breath, and then asked anxiously: "What's the alarm, is something happening on Daddy's side?"

Qingling just shook her head, and then pointed in the direction of the council hall and said, "Steward Xu just received a letter, saying that he asked Sister A to go with him!"

"Me?" Qingwen didn't expect that this little letter would allow her to meet the person she wanted to meet.

However...

"This..."Qingwen's hands were trembling, and the short letter read:

"Wu'er Xuanji, from now on, lead the 'remnants' of Bespass Island and come to Jiangdu to help!"

She didn't understand the meaning of the letter, and she didn't even know what the word "remnants" meant.

Qingling secretly stepped aside, glanced at the content on it, also frowned, and muttered in a low voice: "This... What is Dad referring to, why does Sister Ah go?"

She was a little unhappy, although she was also sticking to other islands, but if she was left alone on other islands, she would naturally be a little lonely.

Qingling does not have the spirit of resistance like Qingwen, most of the time, she will press it down in her heart.

Qingwen shook her head, but there was a different kind of panic in her heart, an unnamed fear, which slowly rose from her heart.

"Uncle Xu... This..."

Steward Xu nodded, and then said very seriously: "The 'remnant soldier' is a power that the sect master has never demonstrated, and even many disciples don't know about this existence!"

"But if you want to dispatch the 'remnants', it seems that the situation in Jiangdu is probably in danger!"

"I don't know..."Qingwen understood the source of her fear, it was in this other island, there were secrets that even she didn't know, which would produce an inexplicable sense of fear.

"I'm going to count the people, Miss Wen, you get ready, and you will leave for Jiangdu immediately!" Steward Xu's voice was eager, and he walked out of the conference hall alone, leaving only the two sisters looking at each other.

"Sister, what my father means, is that there are already many people in Jiangdu..."Qingling was a little unexpected, any person she knew knew lightly and left in the letters from afar, it would make her sorrow rise from her heart.

Qingwen stroked Qingling's forehead and comforted her: "Maybe it's not that serious, it's just to better win this Dragon City game!"

She herself couldn't be sure, and she didn't even dare to think that if something happened to the young assassin, she would be terrified.

"Sister, if you go, I'll be the only one on the island, I'm a little scared..."

Father, sister, and brothers on the island all left from other islands one by one.

Thinking of this, Qingling choked up a little.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, don't be afraid in a month, Sister will come back..."Qingwen lowered her head and wiped away the tears that Qingling was about to inspire with her hand, "When the time comes, that Spitfire will also come back..."

Her voice was a little low, and the people she met but didn't dare to meet, she might see on this trip.

But what kind of posture should we use to face him?

Qingwen didn't know what to do.

"Wen girl, the team is assembled!"

She turned her head, and the speed at which Steward Xu gathered the team seemed to be surprisingly fast.

On the square of the prayer platform, there was a somewhat solemn procession neatly arranged, and the number of people was not large, only fifty people.

Those disciples, unlike the other Yunmeng Tang Sect disciples, were all covered with iron helmets, and their hands were tied behind their backs, bound with chains of fine iron.

From the hole in the iron face's eyes, you can see those dead eyes, as if they were a group of wild beasts, so they must be controlled in this way.

The terrifying momentum filled the entire square of the prayer platform.

It is conceivable that once the shackles are lifted, what kind of combat effectiveness these "people" will burst out.

Qingwen gasped, what she saw was not a disciple who was ready to go, but a group of killing machines that were about to be put into battle.

"This, is this the 'remnant soldier' mentioned by Dad?"