The rhythm of the world has returned to normal again. I saw that she added the bottle of wine that summer and drank most of the time. Her pretty little face turned red and her tongue was a little knotted: "Okay, it's time for me to set the question again, you all listened to it."

It just so happened that her little head was a little shaken, bringing the expressions of everyone around her into her eyes. The obscene smile between the boy handing over the wine and the boy with round faces looked at each other, which was particularly dazzling.

The smoky girl was so angry that she was itchy, but she was helpless. That year, she was even numb and dull by alcohol, and was still silly smiling. After listening to everyone's response, she said: "Uh... the topic is, in history, before she could become a peerless strong man before she was in her prime."

She took a small blackboard, picked up a pen, and quickly wrote a name on the blackboard. Feng Qinglang stood opposite her and couldn't see who she was writing.

After writing, she quickly covered the blackboard under her feet and smiled and said, "I've finished writing, you can start guessing."

This is a very popular mini-game in Alans. Usually there is more than one answer. If the answerer happens to guess the answer to the questioner, then it will be considered as losing. If no one guesses it after a round, then it will be considered as the questioner losing.

A short-haired girl next to her was the first to guess: "Yiqinwa, the guardian of Phoenix in the late Silent Age"

The short-haired girl shook her head in anger when she saw the other party, and couldn't help but laugh: "I said Wu Jian Nala, you have to learn to come up with some unpopular answers, otherwise I will always avoid it."

Feng Qinglang only realized at this time that the name of the smoked girl was Wu Jiannara. This should be the name of the Alans Shadow Moon Tribe...

Unger was most distressed. He could not understand what they were talking about when they heard them chattering. He could only tell from Wu Jiannara's face that she was extremely unhappy.

Then it was the turn of handing the wine boy, and he said, "I guess a popular one, the important founder of our Di Dynasty, Lord Porter, won or not?"

He saw the other party's depressed look and couldn't help laughing.

“Zas Town?”

"Not won"

"Berian?"

"Not won"

"Chama Clark?"

"Kronos"

“…failed”

"Look, Wu Chi Nara, I even guessed the name of the Ao Lang Xianren. I want to drink it for you. If I don't win this, I can't blame me."

"Get out, don't pass the test and say sarcastic words"

Amid the young man's laughter, Wu Chi Nara's pretty face turned redder at that time, while Wu Chi Nara, the girl with smoky makeup, had a gray face, and always felt that she was back to the most depressing state at that time.

Seeing that it was already a round-faced boy, if he couldn't guess, then Wu Jiannara would lose and had to continue drinking.

The round-faced boy smiled with a tolerant smile: "Okay, Wu Jiannara, don't you say I'm not a friend enough. I guess His Majesty Di Alan, have you been beaten?"

At that time, Wu Chi Nara looked sad and angry, looked around everyone, and suddenly, like a little lion, opened her mouth and roared around, raised the bottle, and drank the remaining wine in extreme anger.

These young men and girls couldn't help but smile and said, "I'm so curious. What answer did you write?"

"It's too difficult to guess."

"We didn't mess with you this time and said a lot of popular names."

Amid this discussion, Wu Chinnara turned the blackboard angrily, and it was written in Alans' common language, which was: Feng Qinglang.

Feng Qinglang's heart twitched for no reason, and her whole soul instantly fell into a faint sadness. A bitter smile could not be suppressed. How long has it been since he had seen him write his name in the words of his hometown? Unexpectedly, he saw him again, in an illusion, in other people's memories.

The originally warm atmosphere at the scene fell into a brief silence because of this name. Compared with the still warmth around the beach, the dead silence here is particularly strange.

The boy who handed the wine before broke the embarrassment and said, "He is a rebel."

The round-faced boy also said: "He is our shame."

So, some people echoed: "What kind of peerless power he is? He should always be nailed to the pillar of shame and always accept the condemnation of people for generations."

“I feel disgusted when I see this name”

"Hey, you dare to take the name of sunshine..."

"He can't be considered a peerless strongman"

Feng Qinglang smiled even more bitterly, and such curses like this have been staged from time to time in Alans over the years.

But what he never thought was that it was Wu Jiannara who spoke for him: "Why do you judge that he is a rebel? Even if you don't even write down the charges clearly in the dynasty, even if you take a step back, he really doesn't like the royal family. Why do you say that he is not a peerless strong man? When they were so old, they had already been tempered in the Storm Mountains, and what are we?"

The more she spoke, the more angry she became, and she stood up, raised her waist, pointed at these companions and shouted and cursed, her eyes full of tears. What surprised Feng Qinglang the most was that the smoky girl Wu Jiannara was also in tears, clenched her fists tightly, as if cheering for herself back then.

Feng Qinglang faintly understood that she turned out to be her idol...

He really never thought that he would meet his fans in a foreign country, and accompany her to witness her youthful memories of that year.

At that time, Wu Jiannara had completely entered a state of drunkenness, scolding and scolding, and even the round-faced boy wanted to take the opportunity to help her into the tent to rest. She also loudly broke the other party's voice: "Bastard, don't rely on your father's dealings, just want to take advantage of me. Get away from me. Even if I'm drunk, you can't get involved. You are a little earthworm with disgusting mind..."

The boy with round face suddenly became ashamed and angry, his face flushed. He wanted to dig a hole and drill into the ground, but he wanted to ignore everything, so he rushed up and slapped Wu Chin Nara twice. Finally, he handed the wine to the boy tightly tightly.

Finally, Wu Jiannara's maid rushed over from a distance and helped Wu Jiannara back to the tent. She was still shouting along the way: "I just like Feng Qinglang, and I like him after I get sensible. So what? No matter whether he is really rebellious or fake rebellious, I just like him."

After she entered the tent, the outside world gradually entered into darkness and silence, because there were no more pictures outside in her memory.

They stood outside the tent, and Unger asked carefully: "Do you still need to go in and take a look?"

The black kanara, with tears on her face, could not dilute the smoky eye makeup in the illusion, and she slowly shook her head: "I'm waking up the next day... Well, you're not bad, and you really found my broken memory."

Although Ang couldn't understand the words of these young men and girls, he could still see the fierce conflicts and conflicts, and he did not dare to show a proud look. He just nodded and replied: "That's good."

Wu Jiannala said again: "I think your talent should not be buried. Maybe it's time for you to have your own studio, instead of relying on a entertainment venue like that. I will give you a surprise, you are waiting."

Unger had long passed the era of trusting promises, but he just said thanks in habit.
Chapter completed!