Lord

The Lancheng army returned to the city.

The supreme master was carried to the wounded soldiers by Xiao Xiuluo, Feng Guang couldn't die, the energy arrow shattered his right shoulder, and he lost a lot of blood.

Everyone surrounded him, men and women, old and young, like mountains and seas, praying anxiously.

"Flesh...God..." Feng Guang's pupils couldn't focus, and the last trace of life seemed to stay on the eyelashes, fleeting.

"I'm going to invite you, I'll be there right away!" Chen Jun grabbed his hand with tears in his eyes.

"Jia... Xibei..." Feng Guang said again.

Chen Jun was puzzled, so he turned around and shouted to the crowd: "Jia Xibei from Jialantang, go and call!"

Jia Xibei and Gao Xiu came over by chance, separated from the crowd and squeezed to Feng Guang's side. When they saw the blood on his shoulder, their eye circles got wet.

"Don't cry... child," Feng Guang stretched out his hand to Jia Xibei, "be strong..."

Jia Xibei hurriedly held him, suppressed tears, and nodded vigorously.

"Chen Jun," Feng Guang explained, "I have in my bookcase...the topographic map west of Lancheng, as well as the records of the battle with...heptapod every year. The key points of Lancheng's troop deployment...are..."

"Master!" Chen Jun didn't want him to continue, as if his life would come to an end after he said these words.

Gao Xiu looked at this warrior who had fought for the border all his life, as if he had known that he would die today and had arranged everything.

The grandmothers rushed over with the flesh gods in their arms. The whistle was connected end to end and hung on her chest. Feng Guang gasped weakly, held Jia Xibei's hand and said, "My last words..."

The Wounded Soldiers' Hospital was immediately drowned out by cries. Such a good hall master, a comrade who has fought side by side for six years, all the regrets, reluctance, and grief are all true and not adulterated.

"When I served in the government army, my chief said... Lancheng is not a national border, our border is still to the west, and a large area of ​​land has been lost due to successive years of civil wars..."

Jia Xibei's tears could no longer be stopped. It was the first time he met such a person, death had already knocked at the door, but he was still in his ideal, and this ideal had no selfishness.

"Xiangxi... Jia Xibei," Feng Guang was confused, and kept telling this little girl-like child, "Xiangxi, take back our land, take back our glory, Xiangxi—"

The hand loosened, and it slipped from the back of Jia Xibei's hand, and fell onto the blood-stained coarse cloth clothes.

"Master?" Jia Xibei called softly, and after two calls, his face collapsed, as if he had lost his father for the second time, and wept loudly.

This is a victory, but the people of Lancheng greeted it with tears, and the cries filled the tower-like city, so high, so far, reaching the sky.

The God of Flesh broke away from Mammy's embrace, climbed onto Jiaxibei's lap, wiped his blushing face from crying, then grabbed his hand in front of everyone, and held it up high.

The Wounded Soldiers' Station was awe-inspiring and quiet.

Jia Xibei didn't know what was wrong, sobbing and trying to withdraw his hand, but Chen Jun stared and asked for everyone: "God, have you elected a new hall master?"

"Ah?" Jia Xibei looked at him, then at the girl who raised her hand, "The new hall master? Who?"

Gao Xiu understood that these people, these selfish people, wanted to snatch Jia Xibei away from them.

"The new hall master," Chen Jun reconfirmed, "Is it Jia Xibei from Jialan Hall?"

"Ah?" Jia Xibei stupidly opened his mouth.

The Flesh God picked up the whistle on his chest and blew twice vigorously, brisk and short, meaning affirmative.

Chen Jun immediately helped Jia Xibei up and pushed him towards the crowd. The ebullient crowd cheered loudly: "God has chosen a new hall master for Lancheng, Jia Xibei from the East!"

Surrounded and blessed, Jia Xibei explained in a panic: "You...you made a mistake! I'm not...I..." He turned to look for Gao Xiu, but there was a sea of ​​people, but he couldn't find him, "I can't, what's going on... ..." He was trembling with fear, his mouth was pouted and he was about to cry again, "I'm a sissy!"

He was a sissy, and what others used to humiliate him became a reason for him to refuse.

People quieted down and looked at him silently, he shook his shoulders and shed tears, Gao Xiu squeezed through the crowd, hugged him distressedly, and led him away from the crazy crowd.

They returned to their residence in the center of the city, Yuan Zhen was boiling water, and Zhu Yeliang stayed by the bed, where Cen Zhuo was unconscious.

Chen Jun and the body god followed closely. Gao Xiu was very disgusted and stood in front of Jia Xibei: "Let's go, he won't stay."

"Whether he stays or not," Chen Jun reasoned with him, "It should be his decision, not you."

"I'm his brother!"

The noise startled Cen Zhuo, he shook his eyelashes and opened his eyes.

Only then did Zhuyeliang's CPU running wildly calm down: "Are you awake?"

"Yezi..." Cen Zhuo blankly lifted the quilt. He was naked and sweaty all over. He was about to get up when his left shoulder suddenly hurt. Then he remembered the fierce battle before, the sky, the lake, the kiss in the water... …

He blushed suddenly, not only his face, but also from his eyelids to his ears, from his neck to his collarbone, as well as the peonies all over his body. Zhu Yeliang watched him bloom.

Cen Zhuo didn't dare to face him, such a blatant kiss, a fool would not understand.

"Hey, what wall are you facing, turn around."

Cen Zhuo was speechless, this guy's mouth is still so cheap, it doesn't look like he hates himself.

"Have you got a fever?" The big hand touched his scorching skin, "Why is it so red?"

The place he touched was hot and numb, and Cen Zhuo was about to be killed by his unstoppable heartbeat. In a blink of an eye, he saw Chen Jun at the door, and hurriedly shouted: "Hey, who is it, ask me something."

Chen Jun bumped away Gao Xiu and walked in.

Cen Zhuo avoided Zhu Yeliang's gaze: "Have you ever heard of an organization called Mandala?"

Zhui Yeliang stared at him unblinkingly, this was the second time he asked about Datura, the kid couldn't deny it, he had his own machine in his heart.

Chen Jun didn't know, and the flesh god also shook his head.This was within Zhui Yeliang's expectations. What he didn't expect was that he didn't seem to care so much about the mandala. The past, the body, and revenge seemed to have faded away. There was only this person beside him, a little bit in the green Red, so bright.

Afterwards, Chen Jun talked about the selection of the hall master by the God of the Body. Cen Zhuo was a little surprised. He looked at Jia Xibei who was by the door. Can you afford such a heavy responsibility?

"To go or to stay," Cen Zhuo said, "Xiao Bei decides for himself."

Jia Xibei raised his head in surprise, he has never made his own decision when he grew up, his father decided to be the emperor, and Cen Zhuo decided to leave Shenyang, even being chosen as the master of the Lancheng Hall was decided by the flesh god His arm now tells him that he can decide his own destiny, and he suddenly feels at a loss, even afraid.

Chen Jun and the others didn't force it, and left after saying good night. Yuan Zhen wanted to talk to Jia Xibei, but Gao Xiu preempted him: "Xiao Bei," he pulled him to the back of the room, "Do you want me and Yuan Zhen? "

It was getting dark and the stars came out, Jia Xibei shook his head in the ignorant night.

"You don't know anyone here, Yuanzhen and I are not here, what if they bully you?"

Jia Xibei blinked his eyes timidly.

"There is still bloodshed." Gao Xiu pinned his soft hair at the temples, "You are like a little girl, you will suffer."

Jia Xibei felt that what he said was right, he was a sissy, no way.

At this time, Gao Xiu hugged him very hard: "And you promised me that you would stay with me, we will be together forever."

Otherwise, he would not be able to persist on this path.

Jia Xibei was slumped in his arms, his little face was squeezed out of shape, and he slowly stretched out his hand to hug Gao Xiu's generous back.

"Xiao Bei," Gao Xiu whispered in his ear, "don't leave us."

Jia Xibei thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

When they went back to the house, Yuan Zhen made dinner, which was still a concentrated nutrient paste. They finished eating in silence. Jia Xibei cleared the table, and Yuan Zhen called him outside the door.

He waved his little hands over and called affectionately, "Brother?"

Yuan Zhen smiled: "Accompany me to see the stars?"

"Hmm!" Jia Xibei narrowed his eyes and smiled brightly.

They walked side by side, pointing at the stars in the sky as they walked, Lancheng was still cut off, and in the darkness, only the stars and the moon were shining brightly.Under the southern city wall, Jia Xibei leaned on Yuan Zhen's shoulder: "The stars here are the most beautiful I have ever seen."

"Well," Yuan Zhen took his hand in the dark, different from usual, clasping fingers, "What Chen Jun said...do you want to stay?"

Knowing that he would mention this, Jia Xibei shook his head and shook his head.

"Why not?" Yuan Zhen asked.

"I, I don't know," Jassie said like a mosquito, "I can't do it well, I'm too stupid, and... still look like a woman."

Yuan Zhen gently lifted his chin: "Xiao Bei, look at me."

Jia Xibei raised his eyes in his palm, it was so dark, but those big eyes were bright.

"Don't worry about whether you can do it or not, do you want to do it?"

"Huh?" Jia Xibei shrugged nervously.

"We're not here, there's no one to coax you when you cry." Yuan Zhen smiled and nodded his little nose, then turned serious, "That's why you can grow up."

Jia Xibei pursed his lips and looked at him seriously.

"With us, you will always be 'Xiao Bei', but here, you can be the sun and the moon, the leader of the family, and a hero." Yuanzhen patted his head reluctantly, "as long as you are willing to work hard."

"I will," Jia Xibei said immediately, and blushed after finishing speaking, "I'm afraid that even if I try hard, I won't be able to do it..."

"No one is born to be a leader. They all fall down and get back up. I'm afraid you won't dare to fall," Yuan Zhen said, "Here is your chance."

He said these words against his will. If it was out of his heart, he would never let Jia Xibei stay. He wanted to tie him by his side so that he would not grow up and be his "Little Bei" forever.

But then, what about Jia Xibei's future, who thinks for him?

"Brother, I'll stay..." Jia Xibei held his mouth and said tremblingly, "I will miss you."

I miss you too, Yuan Zhen thought, I miss you ten times, a hundred times more than you miss me.

"I'm waiting for you," he smiled softly, "when you become an excellent controller, an outstanding leader, come to me shining brightly."

"Brother!" Jia Xibei threw himself into his arms, rubbing his wet face against his neck, his limp body was warm, Yuan Zhen couldn't help it, because she knew she was going to say goodbye.

He hugged him, turned his head, and touched his mouth rashly.

Jia Xibei didn't react, and looked at him with blinking eyes. For the second time, Yuan Zhen dared to lick his lips wetly, eating his mouth bite by bite, as if she had been thirsty for a long time.

"Hmm...brother?" Jia Xibei realized what he was doing and hid in panic. Yuan Zhen took the opportunity to stick her tongue in and wrap around his little tongue. Once he sucked it, he became numb.

Then he pushed him against the city wall with all kinds of tenderness.

"Hmm..." Jia Xibei writhed in his arms, seeming unwilling or willing, Yuan Zhen couldn't figure it out, she relied on instinct, despite being domineering and clumsy, depriving him of his breath.

Until the lack of oxygen separated them, panting and staring at each other in horror.Both of their chins were wet, and Jia Xibei was so ashamed that he put his forehead against Yuan Zhen's shoulder and refused to let him see.

Yuan Zhen was still not finished, she poked her head and went to kiss again, Jia Xibei hid, first left and then right, she really couldn't hide, she pouted and said in fear: "Brother, no..."

Yuan Zhen still bit him, a little harder this time, licking his gums over and over again, and picked him up under his armpit, hugging him high, rubbing against the city wall.

Silent night, lonely city, a city wall that no one passes by.

It took a long time before Yuan Zhen let him go, wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, and then, like a wild boy who had done something bad, she turned her back and blamed herself. Immediately afterwards, the clothes were grabbed from behind.

Yuan Zhen didn't look back, but stretched out her hand backwards. Jia Xibei let go of his clothes and held him.

Neither of them said a word, they walked back under the silvery moonlight and starlight all over the place.

I didn't feel it when I came out, but when I went back, I found that the road was so short, the house was just ahead, and the dream was about to end, Yuan Zhen was reluctant, and Jia Xibei suddenly stopped behind him.

He turned his head and saw the little guy grabbing the hem of his clothes, dragging him into the shadow beside him.

It was very dark, even darker than under the city wall. Jia Xibei leaned on something, raised his chin and stood on tiptoe, his eyes should be closed, and he was panting heavily.

Yuan Zhen was in a daze, and Jia Xibei said softly: "Brother, kiss..."

Yuan Zhen felt that her heart was going to explode, she held the thin neck carefully, and gently rubbed against his mouth, it opened for him, the tip of her tongue obediently picked it up, and it melted as soon as she licked it...

When they went back to the room, Gao Xiu had already made the bed, and Jia Xibei blushed and said coyly, "I...I'll sleep with Brother Cen..."

A kiss has already made him understand that he can no longer sleep with his brothers like before.

After going to bed and turning off the lights, Cen Zhuo asked Zhuo Yeliang: "Ye Zi, where shall we go next?"

Sleeping on the ground every night: "I haven't thought about it yet, let's stay for a while, you recuperate."

He never "thought it out", Gao Xiu rolled his eyes, that guy always had a plan.

Yes, Zhuye Liang has a plan. The next stop is Xingdu, the prison city of the Lion Hall and Dye Society, the location of the Western Branch Office, and the most important part of his trip.

But he didn't want to leave now, he wanted to stay with Cen Zhuo for a few more days, even just for a few days, once he went, their relationship might be out of control.

Jia Xibei plucked up his courage and leaned into Cen Zhuo's ear: "Brother Cen, I want to stay."

Cen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, covered their heads with a quilt: "Have you figured it out?"

"Hmm." Jia Xibei clenched his fists.

"Okay," Cen Zhuo patted him on the shoulder, "If you have ambition, in the future..."

Someone knocked on the door outside, it was Chen Jun: "Chairman Cen, are you asleep?" He brought a shocking news, "The head of the western branch of Dyeshe has entered the city, and is in the conference hall. I want to see you."

Cen Zhuo suddenly sat up from the bed, Zhu Yeliang turned on the lamp for him.

"How many people are here?" Cen Zhuo habitually touched the gun.

"There are only a few younger brothers who are close to me," Chen Jun said, "It seems that there is something to talk about."

All the members of Jialantang attended the meeting and walked into the brick and stone meeting hall. Zhu Jian got up from the long table, before the dust on his suit had time to brush off: "It's so late, I'm bothering you all," he cut straight to the point, "Submitted by the president I came here to ask for security, so I dare not neglect."

The word "Zhaoan" made everyone startled.

Cen Zhuo didn't take his seat, and looked at him warily: "Dyeshe wants to recruit An Jialantang?"

"Yes, the details can be negotiated." Zhu Jian was also looking at him, "President Cen can come to Xingdu with me if you want to. Our branch president is waiting for good news in Menggui City."

Ghost City, the central building of Xingdu, with three superalloy gates from inside to outside, is as safe as a rock and impregnable. It is the number one prison in the world, and it is also the office of Xingdu Hall and the Western Branch.

Without a pass, it is absolutely impossible to enter, let alone the core area where the branch chief is located.

"Okay," Zhuyeliang immediately agreed, "We agree."

"Yezi?" Cen Zhuo frowned, surprised at his rashness.

Zhu Yeliang grabbed his hand and asked Zhu Jian, "When are we leaving?"

"Of course, the sooner the better," Zhu Jian glanced at his watch, at one o'clock in the morning, "the aircraft is just outside the city."

"We want to bring the bones." Gao Xiu said.

"Of course," Zhu Jian said with the pride of a large society, "there is enough space."

Cen Zhuo thought for a while, then fixed his dark eyes on him: "Before we leave, I want you to go with me to a place."

Zhu Jian was beating drums in his heart, but there was a kind smile on his face: "No problem."

Cen Zhuo led him to the city tower, and he was limping on the road. Zhu Jian couldn't help asking: "Chairman Cen, what happened to his leg?"

"It was a war." Cen Zhuo said.

"War?" Zhu Jian saw that the city was doing well, and it didn't look like there had been a conflict.

When he arrived at the city tower, Zhu Yeliang jumped down, the lion made a buzzing noise, and the light of the lion's roar was extremely bright. Zhu Jian stared at that figure in astonishment, the flying skeleton, which he had only seen once three years ago. The peony lion during the Jianghan decisive battle.

The line of sight goes far and downward with the night, and there is a huge battlefield relic on the vast plain.

"That is……"

The wreckage of the battle, or the cemetery of bones, is an irregular circular shape with a diameter of about one kilometer. From this scale, it is difficult to estimate the combat power invested by both sides, the intensity of the battle, and the number of casualties.

"Just yesterday," Cen Zhuo said, facing the wind from the west, "the decisive battle with Heptagram, at the cost of more than 90.00% casualties, Lancheng won."

Zhu Jian was shocked. Facing such a life-and-death battle, no one could not be shocked.

He looked at Cen Zhuo's leg, did he get hurt because of this, he participated in the battle to defend Lancheng?

But why?

"Jiatou, you have seen this battlefield with your own eyes," Cen Zhuo said, "Regardless of whether the recruitment is successful or not, please tell the branch and president of your company that there are people here desperately defending the border, and Lancheng needs Jianghan's support."

After finishing speaking, Cen Zhuo turned around and walked down the tower, Zhu Yeliang flew back to him in a circle.

Zhu Jian stared at their backs, and then looked at the bloody corpse mountain in the distance in the night. Without the light, so many people died as if they didn't exist.

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