The unique green-blue coastline of the Alans continent is in front of you, and the beautiful scenery unfolds before your eyes like a scroll. Feng Qinglang sips tea and asks Hui Yue beside him: "By the way, you can't see the cat who is inseparable from you?"

Hueyue shrugged and said: "In the Feiyu Islands, Dong Ditian's memory vortex dispersed us. When I found him again, he had already fallen asleep. Maybe it was an opportunity for him to transform... I guarded him for a while.

, I made sure there was no danger there, so I left first. Anyway, when he wakes up, he will naturally come to join me... Well, cousin Oslen should be returning to the Stigmata at this time, and I have asked him to go and take a look..."

This is very similar to the situation of Nan Xing Soul's flying squirrel named Ke'er. Nan Xing Soul can still sense it, and it is also in a deep sleep state.

The flag bearers on the military wharves along the coast are quickly raising flags, which are welcome signals for the arrival of kings from other countries. For example, if the emperor of the Xia Dynasty comes in person, it will be a similar welcome flag... Look at this small

Details, Huiyue suddenly said quietly: "Qinglang, I am completely on your boat now, don't let me down."

Feng Qinglang laughed and said: "Master Huoyue, since we have agreed to share weal and woe, we should stop worrying about gains and losses.

"Well, why don't you tell me more about the current distribution of the dynasty's military strength, especially the ace strength." Feng Qinglang asked seemingly casually.

Huoyue knew that the other party must have read the relevant information, so asking himself this way not only meant to confirm the comparison, but also to test his own taste. He dipped his fingers in the tea, sketched the map of Alans Continent on the table, and clicked on it.

North, said: "The northern fringe tribe, the fringe legion, mainly defends the world of the undead, and the general Monet is a contemporary of Veenno, but he lost to Veenno in the battle for the guardian of the Di Dynasty..."

He pointed to the west again and said: "Storm Fortress, the former capital of the Shenlong Empire, the Storm Legion, the main defense against the orc world, the commander-in-chief Fan Ruiqing, the descendant of Fan Diling, the sage of the Silent Age, people often say that if he hadn't been born a hundred years later,

He might replace Veenno and become the guardian of the Di Dynasty, but in recent years, his health has not been good..."

Zhuoyue was talking eloquently, and he obviously knew all this information. He named a dozen of the most powerful legions in the Di Dynasty one by one. The army has never been able to have ideas, but the leaders of many legions clearly have political leanings.

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These are regular armies, and their numbers are in the tens of thousands. They are obviously different from the elite armies such as the Front Army and the Moon Army, which have smaller numbers and take the elite route...

Feng Qinglang suddenly said: "If the Di Dynasty dispatches two main legions, will they be able to overwhelm me to death just by the number of people?"

Huayue smiled bitterly and said: "Qinglang, I think the dynasty is quite sincere this time. Even if you force the old emperor to abdicate early, he will consider it."

Feng Qinglang also smiled and looked to the left through the ship window. The Di Dynasty ship that was traveling with them was full of people from the Dark Blade, that is, the ace elite regiment that covered Veenno in Operation Xingqing.

He couldn't help but added: "The Dark Blade is my bodyguard in name. If they attack me again when I am really surrounded and suppressed, I will really be helpless."

Hueyue said seriously: "You can rest assured about this. Dark Blade only obeys the instructions of Veenno. Since Veenno has made it clear that even if you die, they will not let you lose a hair. They will definitely stick to it to the end. These people are all

He is a pervert who came out of a death training camp. He is very stubborn and once he receives an order, he will carry it out to the end."

Feng Qinglang finally nodded and said: "I hope so..." There are more than a hundred people in the Dark Blade, and about 300 of his personal guards, all of which are considered elite combat forces. But if the Di Dynasty is really crazy and sends out more than 10,000 regular soldiers,

Legion, how would that be...

On the stormy night, the Di Dynasty failed to kill him. In addition to underestimating the combat power of the new peerless warrior, he was also superstitious about the fleeting millennium of the illusionist army. But what if, this time, they used the human sea tactic?

However, with their collapsed financial situation, they urgently need a wealthy and cooperative friend like Xingqing, instead of losing themselves in exchange for the crazy revenge of Xingqing's forces...

Huiyue comforted: "Qinglang, I think you are timid about being close to home. Just relax... Ha, I'm waiting for you to express your voice to the Di Dynasty. I know you have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Important officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Di Dynasty came to the dock to welcome him in person. The welcome ceremony was carried out in a manner that treated him as a monarch.

When Feng Qinglang stepped down from the spacious ship ladder, all the diplomatic officials of the dynasty lowered their heads and bowed in salute. After all, the rebel had such a bad reputation in the legend that no one dared to look him in the eye.

The leading official said enthusiastically: "Sir Qinglang, welcome you to return home as a wanderer."

Amidst the joyous music of the honor guard, Allen stepped down to the ground. He thought he would be extremely excited, or would shout to the sky, but he didn't expect that when he really stood on this land again, he was so calm. He quietly

I wonder if my heart is too old and has been changed too much by time and years...

He looked past the official's back, looked around the crowd again, and said indifferently: "Isn't there any one of my tribesmen?"

After the official hurriedly got out, he saw a young fat man with a bald head and a childish look on his face. He was looking at Feng Qinglang timidly and shouted in a low voice: "Brother Qinglang, you are finally back."

Feng Qinglang stared at the other person for a long time before he recognized that he was the grandson of an Orion family at the entrance of the town. He asked tentatively: "Are you the little fat man?"

The fat bald man said happily: "Brother Qinglang, it's me. Do you still remember me?"

He wanted to come forward and give him a hug or something, but then he remembered the huge identity gap between the two of them, and couldn't help but blush again. Feng Qinglang took the initiative to give him a tight hug and said with a smile: "Your name is Feng Tianle.

Right? Haha, you are already so old. When I left home, you had just entered a private school in Shuxiang, right?"

The fat man named Feng Tianle didn't expect that Feng Qinglang could still remember his name. He was so happy that his whole face burst into laughter and said: "Yes, it has been so many years in a blink of an eye. Brother Qinglang, are you okay?"

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Feng Qinglang smiled and said: "I'm very good. Those high-ranking officials in the past will bow down and salute when they see me, don't you think?"

Feng Tianle looked around and saw that everyone was bowing down. Even the usually high-spirited military band bowed their heads slightly today. He said happily: "Yes, Brother Qinglang, you are a big shot now."

"Well, that's of course. I'll kill anyone I don't like. If the emperor knows it, he will praise me for killing well..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more silent. The object that was usually used for curses at various cocktail parties and banquets was now standing in front of them and cursing them. They really had no way to do it, and they were worried that this little fat man must not be childish.

, come on, I don’t believe it, and then the rebel actually kills a few casually to prove it to him...

"How are you guys?"

"Everything is fine. Thanks to the care of Miss Tang Rui, my life is going quite smoothly. Recently, His Majesty invited us to go to the imperial capital together. He asked us at that time who wanted to pick you up. I got excited and was the first one to stop.

came out, so I was chosen..."

Feng Qinglang smiled coldly and looked at the leading official. The official could only try his best to smile and whispered: "Master Qinglang, your people are waiting for you in the Sky City, and Your Majesty also wants to entertain them well...

"

Feng Qinglang understood the other party's subtext. If all your clan members came, and you took them on board, transferred them and returned to Xingqing, then this peace negotiation would be completely ruined.

Feng Tianle saw Feng Qinglang's unkind expression and said cautiously: "Brother Qinglang?"

Feng Qinglang touched the other party's bald head and said with a smile: "It's okay, you can just follow my brother from now on."

"Hehe, that's been my wish since childhood..." Feng Tianle is a fifteen or six-year-old boy after all. Seeing Feng Qinglang is still as friendly as in his memory, not at all as ferocious and terrifying as the folk rumors say.

Gradually I became more relaxed.

After the tedious diplomatic ceremony, after listening to the route the other party planned to arrange and the reception arrangements along the way, this matter was supposed to be handled by Jaffier, but Feng Qinglang suddenly intervened: "We can choose the route independently. Anyway, there is still time for the emperor's birthday.
Chapter completed!