Lord

Dalan Port, holding the carrier ship Tianwang.

The sun is dazzling, and the sea breeze is gentle, sending the calls of seabirds to the side of the ship. On the wide third deck, the majestic Tunsheng Dao stands against the wind.

The skull crown and the skeletons of several dyers stood together under the scorching sun. After snatching the swallowing knife from the Free Army, they left Shenyang overnight, and returned to Dalan before the bones could be removed.

After waiting for more than an hour, Ding Huanliang in the skull crown was sweating profusely, and asked the people in the dyeing company next to him: "What is the name of the big man who presses the boat?"

The man's tone was casual: "Hua Man Gou congratulates Fan Fei, the leader of the first group under the Beifu Hall of the Northern Branch of our Dyeing Society."

Just a team leader, Ding Huanliang was a little surprised, such a big shelf?

"Don't look at it as a team leader," the man continued, "but the celebrity in front of the hall master."

Ding Huanliang understood, nodded, and continued to wait.

The sun was getting higher and higher, people were sweating profusely in their bones, their eyes were already a little white, the deck hatch was pushed open, and a tall man came out.

He Feifan, 23 years old, has the same pretentious air as his name. He likes to wear nice things, leather shoes, linen pants, and chiffon shirts. He doesn't seem to be here for a mission, but rather for a vacation.

"Which one is number 88?" The sun was dazzling, and he put on sunglasses.

Ding Huanliang hurriedly manipulated the skull crown forward: "Next, Ding Huanliang, No. 88 skull crown."

He Feifei glanced at him, then raised his head to look at the four-meter-high Tunsheng Knife: "For this thing, I lost three Baidanba and twenty Type I private skeletons?"

Ding Huanliang didn't know how to answer.

"How did the hall master choose you?" He turned to Ding Huanliang, "Are you such a fucked up person?"

Ding Huanliang's face turned pale.

The person who performed the task with the dyeing club stepped up: "Brother, I got stuck in a club called Jialantang twice."

"Galantang?" He Feifei shook the gold watch in his hand, "The name is pretty awesome."

"Report to the team leader," Ding Huanliang leaned over, "Jialantang is just a small club in Shenyang, and it has been under the suppression of our No. 88..."

"Suppression?" He Feifei smiled, "Looking at the battle reports for the past two days, you are the only one left on the 88th. You have successfully suppressed it."

Ding Huanliang gritted his teeth in the skull crown: "That's because Jialantang suddenly had an extra helper. I personally met it. It was a skeleton wreckage without armor and weapons. The three Baidanba and the two in your company He destroyed ten private skeletons by himself."

He Feifei was silent, and after a long while, he threw out a sentence: "Don't scare people."

Ding Huanliang frowned.

"I didn't do my job neatly, but I made my opponent look amazing. I can avoid this kind of routine."

"No, team leader..."

"Come out," He Feifan waved his finger at him, "Stop talking through the mask."

Ding Huanliang held back his breath, he was used to being the master of his own house, and in the future when he became a subordinate of the dyeing company, he would inevitably suffer this kind of anger.

Opening the controller's cabin, he jumped down like an arrow, and the sun shone upwards. He had a very pale face, with rare light brown eyebrows and pupils, and his hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead a little coquettishly.

He Feifan looked straight at him without saying a word.

Ding Huanliang didn't say a word, he knew that no one would dislike his face.

"You... what's your name?"

Seeing He Feifei's eyes, Ding Huanliang knew that he didn't need to be afraid of him, so he looked away arrogantly.

He Feifei's thoughts came alive, and he looked up at the sky: "The weather in Dalan is really nice, everyone relax, let's go to Shenyang after two days' rest."

Go to Shenyang and clear the Garan Hall.

Ding Huanliang and He Feifei entered the cabin, passed through the guard area and the office area, and walked into his room. This is a large suite with a total area of ​​[-] square meters, fully covered with solid wood, plush carpets, and crystal chandeliers. There are green hills with jagged snow lines and mountains.

"What's it called?" He Feifan threw down his sunglasses and scratched his hair, "I really don't remember."

Ding Huanliang was a little hot. He took off his combat uniform jacket and poured himself a glass of wine at the small bar. The old-fashioned black John walked, dazzling amber.

He Feifan watched his skillful movements, licked his lips, eagerly opened the drawer beside the bed, took out the file folder, looked through it, and raised his eyes: "Ding Huanliang."

The windows were sealed, there was an air circulation device in the cabin, and there was a faint humming sound. Ding Huanliang raised his glass to him and drank it down.

He Feifan dropped the folder and walked towards him. As he walked, Ding Huanliang also walked, as if avoiding him, but in fact he was playing hard to get: "Leader, don't take that skeleton in Jialantang lightly."

He Feifan followed him like an idiot: "Are you still thinking about those?"

"Otherwise, what are you thinking?" Ding Huanliang asked knowingly.

"Think..." He Feifan is used to playing straight balls, but facing such a stunner, he suddenly felt that it was too straight and unartistic, "How do you want me to help you achieve your goal."

"Purpose?" Ding Huanliang stopped, his light-colored eyes watered, "What is my purpose?"

He Feifei turned around and walked back: "For example, unify Shenyang, or rely on the influence of the dyeing society to dominate the entire Lianyun Pass?"

This time Ding Huanliang followed him, step by step, until he reached the soft big bed, He Feifan took off his silk shirt, revealing his muscular back and some bloody tattoos of hungry tigers eating people.

Standing on one side, Ding Huanliang touched the buttons of his shirt.

However, He Feifan kicked off his leather shoes, and lay face down on the big bed: "After working for so many days, my muscles are stiff, come on, loosen my back."

Damn it, Ding Huanliang cursed secretly, walked over with his hands down, took off his shoes and went to bed, put his legs on his waist and sat down hard.

"Yeah!" He Feifei snorted with enjoyment, the muscles on his back tensed and then loosened, and the fierce tiger with its teeth and claws moved its head accordingly, and for a moment, it seemed to come alive.

His back was very hot. Ding Huanliang pushed slowly with both hands. He had strength in his hands and he knew the common muscle injuries of imperial warriors. After rubbing it a few times, He Feifan gasped and said, "Untie the belt."

He was talking about his own belt, and Ding Huanliang glared at him fiercely. He reached under his stomach with both hands, grabbed the belt buckle, and pulled it hard to the sides.

He Feifan made him laugh, clasped his hand while laughing, and arched his waist: "Is it really stupid, or is it on purpose?"

Click, the belt buckle opens.

"I thought you liked this kind of thing." Ding Huanliang pulled out the belt with a swish, grabbed both ends in his hands, and slapped it in the air, "Listen, have more energy."

It was quite vigorous, and He Feifan's muscles exerted strength, knocking him off his waist, and laying on the bed upside down, trembling up and down.

"Is there anything more exciting? I won't be replaced."

Ding Huanliang looked at the unruly man in front of him and shook his head.

flutter.

The body trembled, the bed trembled, the ship trembled, the sea water trembled, and the snow outside the window and the distant mountains trembled too.The sky turned dark while trembling, and the stars climbed up to the sky, as if they were about to fall from the zenith, shining in the tremor.

The darkness fell suddenly, as if falling into an abyss, and then as if ascending to heaven, the soul was light and light, but the body was heavy and difficult to heal, sinking, sinking, and suddenly trembling, Ding Huanliang opened his eyes.

In the light that is unique to dawn, he turned over, and the other side of the big bed was empty, and the residual warmth was still there.

Outside the semi-enclosed partition, there were intermittent voices from the living room.

He got up, wrapped his body in a towel, and looked over in the darkness.

On a large screen, there is a thin man wearing a dark blue suit, a metal badge pinned to his left chest, and a lotus flower with ten petals. He is a senior cadre of the dyeing company.

"...The boss was in a hurry, urged me twice, and asked me when the Lotus Flag would be planted in the sky over Shenyang. I didn't understand. How could such a big matter like the dyeing company's departure become a matter for me in Beifu... ..."

The head of Beifu, He Feifan's immediate boss.

It was the first time Ding Huanliang saw such a big cadre, and his palms were covered with sweat, but he saw that boy He Feifan, wearing a bath towel and holding a glass of wine, standing by the window, looking at the sea view from the ground.

With such a casual attitude, his hall master is actually not angry, it seems that he is really "the celebrity in front of him".

"You are too obedient." He Feifei left the window, stretched out a finger with the hand holding the cup, and pointed it directly at the big screen, "There are so many branches in the branch, you are the only one who rushes forward every time."

Ding Huanliang was surprised by his movements and tone, even if he was a celebrity, he was too...

"Fan Fei, come back soon." The person on the screen leaned forward, using a tone almost coquettish, "I can't sleep well without you here."

Oh, Ding Huanliang understood, it turned out to be such a celebrity.

"Okay, I get it," He Feifei said casually like all loved ones who are depended on and needed, "I went back, with a life-swallowing knife, and Shenyang City that belongs to the dyeing society. There is face before the Lord."

The person on the screen smiled and asked softly, "Did you miss me?"

"Thinking about it," He Feifan swung the wine in his glass, "I couldn't think about it last night, I'm fucking blind."

What the hell are you doing!Ding Huanliang cursed secretly.

The person on the screen is genuinely emotional, clasped fingers clasped on the edge of the table, and the flames of love and desire dance in their eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk anymore." After drinking the wine, He Feifan became impatient, "There are a lot of things waiting for me to take care of here. I will go back as soon as Shenyang is taken down."

Without waiting for the other side to speak, he turned off the power directly, turned around, and saw Ding Huanliang in the dark: "Oh, wake up, you are in good physical strength."

Ding Huanliang lazily leaned against the wall: "Does he know you're playing outside?"

"I play mine, what does it have to do with him?"

"People are waiting for you to go back."

"Come on, it's fucking unspoken rules, relying on being the hall master, playing with a young and sexy little brother like me."

Ding Huanliang wanted to say that you should show some face, but then he thought about it, he, like him, was the one who was unspoken: "Hey, you have also dived on my side, when you go to Shenyang, I will plant a flag for your hall master!" ah?"

"I'm in a hurry," He Feifan grabbed his bath towel and tugged it excitedly, "Leave at dawn, I personally..."

With a bang, the hull shook violently. He Feifei bent down subconsciously, and was about to scold, when explosions sounded one after another outside. Through the window glass, one could see burning smoke and orange flames.

"Fuck! What..."

The window glass was pierced by machine gun fire, Ding Huanliang threw He Feifan and rolled to the ground, and when he turned his head, he saw a row of smoking bullet marks on the carpet.

The two looked at each other, and went separately to look for clothes. Ding Huanliang pulled up his trousers, turned to He Feifan and said, "It's Jialantang!"

"Impossible," He Feifei didn't believe, "I wouldn't dare to give them a hundred courage!"

Ding Huanliang shook his head: "There is no one else."

He Feifan was still dazed and couldn't get around this corner: "How do they know we're in Dalan..."

boom--!It was the sound of the deck breaking, and there were heavy weapon skeletons participating in the attack. No matter who came, He Feifan rushed out of the room with his hungry tiger and cannibalistic back exposed.

Ding Huanliang's body was full of marks, he put on his clothes obediently, ran out of the room and returned to the deck by the same route, his skeleton was crowned on the left side of the ship, and he was about to fall into the sea with the bumps of the ship.

He sprinted over, jumped onto the second stage, grabbed the open hatch, turned over and jumped into it. At this time, the skull crown had lost its center of gravity and fell from the Chiguo Tianwang.

From vacating to entering the sea, in five seconds, from the third deck to the barge pile, 20 meters, Ding Huanliang completed a series of actions of connecting, adjusting, and stabilizing. Before the crown hit the water, he turned over and stood firmly at the anchor. on chains.

Looking around, the Chiguo Tenwang was surrounded from three directions, east, west, south, east, and west. The machine guns on three sides intertwined firepower nets covered the entire hull. Looking up, a familiar figure flashed on the side of the ship, it was Vajrapani!

Ding Huanliang climbed up along the anchor chain. At this moment, a broken skeletal arm fell from the second floor, rubbed his shoulder and fell into the sea, causing a big splash.

It was the skeleton of Ranshe who talked to him at noon yesterday!

Ding Huanliang hesitated, should he go up, or run away while taking advantage of the chaos?

At this moment, the workbench on the first deck of the Jiguo Tianwang was slowly opened, and the loading platform was raised, on which there were densely packed skeletons of Type [-] soldiers, at least one or two hundred, turning their heads in a uniform manner, and simultaneously lighting up The conventional cannon barrel on the chest, and then, like a nest of ants, rushed to the decks.

There were no bones of the Garantang on the first floor, but the dozens of private soldiers rushing forward seemed to be attacked by something invisible, and they were inexplicably blown to pieces. Ding Huanliang knew that it was the neutron energy field set by the black dice.

The private soldiers who successfully climbed to the second floor were attacked by the flames of the reincarnation fire. The high temperature was over 1200 degrees, and there were 24 small metal components that were enough to melt low-level bones. Coupled with the overheated barrel, groups of them exploded one after another.

On the third floor, Vajrapani swept thousands of troops, but even so, the Type [-] soldiers continued to enter the battlefield, shell bombardment and fire coordination, like an invincible skeletal army.

Ding Huanliang didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly jumped up to King Chiguo along the anchor chain, holding more than a dozen strong acid needles in his hands, and met Cen Zhuo, who was holding a special gun, at the corner of the second and third floors of the gangway.

Both of them were shocked.

The bullet and the hidden weapon were thrown at each other at the same time, the skull crown was shot in the left shoulder, and the acid needle hung two centimeters in front of Cen Zhuo, stopped for a second, and fell to the ground.