Gourd of Douluo

Time has passed again for half a month.

After more than half a month of reconstruction, the entire military region has barely recovered to one percent of its previous state.

According to Wang Xiaofeng's observation, this base will definitely have to be relocated in the future. After all, the pit next to it is too big, has affected the surrounding climate and environment, and is no longer suitable for long-term human habitation.

However, dispatching 100,000 troops is not a simple matter. There are also choices of garrison locations, etc. All kinds of troublesome issues cannot be solved in a short time.

Dai Mubai felt this the most.

Because Wang Xiaofeng has not seen him since the brothers met that day.

According to gossip from Ma Hongjun, who came over from time to time to have a meal, Dai Mubai had been so busy that he hadn't slept a wink for several days.

"Haha, Xiaofeng, didn't you see that Boss Dai had one hand tied with a bandage and the other hand processing documents? It's so funny."

Seeing Ma Hongjun laughing and shamelessly pouring all the rest of the plate into his own bowl, Wang Xiaofeng became furious.

He hasn't eaten much yet.

"Leave some for me!" Wang Xiaofeng rushed forward with chopsticks.

Even though his physical fitness is far superior to Ma Hongjun's, Wang Xiaofeng only regained a small half due to Ma Hongjun's rich experience.

"Fat man, don't you have a dedicated chef to cook for you? Why do you come to my place every time you eat!"

Ma Hongjun licked the leftovers on all the plates on the table and patted his belly with satisfaction.

"Although the dishes made by Chef Xing Luo are delicious, they are only meals for patients, and the soup is watery. The rice cooked by you, Xiao Feng, is more delicious."

Nitya on the side nodded her head in agreement.

There is no way, the food made by the flower gardener's recipe has such charm, even the Star Luo Empire with thousands of years of history is still inferior to it in terms of food.

And at their level of strength, dishes made from ordinary ingredients can no longer make them feel delicious. Only dishes made from soul beasts can stimulate their desire for delicious food.

But even if it is a dead soul beast, its physical strength is not something ordinary people can handle.

There are not many soul masters in the first place, and there are even fewer soul masters who can cook. People with cooking skills like Wang Xiaofeng can only be counted with their fingers.

Although food is the most important thing for the people, the status of chefs is too low.

"Even if you praise me and flatter me like this, I won't cook one more meal." Wang Xiaofeng curled his lips and cleaned the dishes and chopsticks in his hands.

Then together with Nitya, Ma Hongjun, who was confused, came to Dai Mubai's residential building.

"Why are you leaving so suddenly? Didn't you provide good hospitality?" Dai Mubai threw the pen aside and said in surprise.

Zhu Zhuqing picked up the pen with a cold face. She could tell that Dai Mubai simply didn't want to correct the official document.

Wang Xiaofeng spread his hands: "I came to Xingluo to visit relatives. Now that the matter here has come to an end, I naturally want to go back."

"Well, in this case I won't force you to stay," Dai Mubai sighed after hearing the firmness in Wang Xiaofeng's tone: "If you encounter any trouble, you can come to me."

"So, it seems that I really have something to trouble you with."

Wang Xiaofeng told him about his cousin He Muyu.

Dai Mubai patted his chest and replied: "Your cousin is my cousin, I will take care of her."

"Thank you very much."

Although Ma Hongjun was very reluctant to let go of Wang Xiaofeng (reluctant to let go of the food), he still stayed because Dai Mubai currently has very few trustworthy people, and he is needed more here.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing personally sent them to the carriage that took them back.

On a hot afternoon, it is most likely to rain.

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the falling rain outside the window without saying a word.

It's obviously just a normal visit to Xingluo to visit relatives, but he always gets involved in some troubles for no reason.

Wang Xiaofeng always felt strange in his heart.

"I don't have any fate as a protagonist. No, I don't want to be a loner..."

Thoughts gradually diverge.

Valley cymbals

It has been almost 17 years since I woke up from this world.

He grew up step by step from a howling baby, relying on his own efforts to reach where he is now.

It can only be said that luck, talent and hard work are indispensable.

Just as he was sighing with emotion, suddenly the driver driving the carriage in front of him swerved and pulled the carriage to one side of the roadside.

"Young Master and Miss, there is a cavalry team ahead, and there are also flags from other armies. Let's take shelter first."

The driver is an experienced middle-aged man who has helped the military region deliver goods and drive trucks for 20 years. Everyone calls him Lao Wang.

Wang Xiaofeng also shouted the same.

"Old Wang, are you saying it's not the flag of the Southwest Military Region?"

Wang Xiaofeng quickly opened the carriage curtain on the left side and looked out. Nidia also stretched her little head curiously.

At this time they had arrived in a small town.

The carriage stopped on the right, and many passers-by and carriages stopped and waited on the street.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard on the street ahead.

The hoofbeats of the dense cavalry approached quickly, and then they rushed past from the left side of the street.

Wang Xiaofeng glanced at it.

There are twenty horses in this team, and there are unique markings on the sides of the horses and on the clothing worn by the knights.

Such a mark was very unfamiliar to Wang Xiaofeng, but Nidia's pupils shrank and she hid behind Wang Xiaofeng with an unnatural expression.

These twenty cavalrymen were running along at a very fast speed. They seemed normal on the outside, but with Wang Xiaofeng's many years of anatomy experience, he could immediately tell that something was wrong with these people.

The horses were fine and everything was normal, but the cavalry on the horses were all weak in vitality and blood, and several of them had disordered breathing, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, as if they were gritting their teeth to endure something.

"It smells like blood!" Wang Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes, moved his nose slightly, and smelled a subtle scent.

The twenty riders quickly ran all the way, passing through the streets and disappearing into the east streets.

Wang Xiaofeng withdrew his gaze and asked Lao Wang to continue on his way.

'This team of knights does not look like ordinary people. Although their energy and blood are weak, their aura and aura from a distance look like they have received long-term training. They should be the elite of the army. ’ He speculated in his mind.

The rain was falling slantingly, and Wang Xiaofeng lowered the car curtain.

"Let's go."

Lao Wang responded.

"It's been such a troubled time. The army has just suffered such a disaster, and now there are troops under other banners coming. Alas, the generals and soldiers are actually quite good..."

Wang Xiaofeng didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only remain silent. Moreover, Nidia was a little too clingy and suddenly hugged him and refused to let go.

The carriage drove slowly on the uneven streets, moving forward.

The wheels brought up strings of rainwater.

The streets were deserted except for a few people walking hurriedly holding umbrellas.

The extinguished lanterns in front of the shop were swaying and fluttering in the wind, making it extremely lonely.

For some reason, Wang Xiaofeng suddenly felt a heavy feeling in his heart.

He didn't know why this was happening, but in his gut, he felt as if dark clouds were looming over him and a storm might break out at any time.

"The sixth sense is warning? They appeared after seeing those cavalry, but why."

There are too few clues, so we can only block it with soldiers and cover it with water and soil.

Or because the strength is still not enough.

Wang Xiaofeng closed his eyes and his mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

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