Fist of Fantasy

Chapter 287 The Son of Fortune

"That's what happened before, I sent all the audio and video materials of the time when I lost contact to your email.

This time, I originally planned to single-handedly play a copy of Tomb Raider to play handsome, but I didn't expect to become a thigh hug the whole time, the world is unpredictable. "

Liang De arrived at the new hunting group camp in the northeast corner of the secret place of Nantiao Mountain. After getting back his mobile phone, he immediately restored contact with his partner.

At the other end of the cross-border live broadcast, Li Zhixian held a bottle of pomace brandy upside down in his right hand, and poured tons and tons of espresso into the espresso in his left hand, and roughly mixed them into a cup of Carrito.

Carrito coffee is made of grappa brandy and espresso. For the sake of the health of the drinker, the ratio of the two is usually not more than one to one, usually.

Around the tenth century AD, the cultivators in the original area mainly used Grappa to dispel the cold. Today, wine merchants add a lot of fruit syrup to Grappa to make it sweet and soft. However, even after such a gentle improvement However, grappa still has not quit the field of spirits.

Li Zhixian held an empty two-liter happy water red bottle in his left hand, and poured a second bottle of grappa into it.

"Old Liang, even if there is only one person in the camera, he may not be the protagonist."

"Clam?"

"I mean, Lao Liang, you still have a long way to go if you want to be the protagonist you deserve.

Since you started working as an Escort, you have received three guests.

He He, head of the regiment, and Sun Xunqiao.

The light of these three people completely overwhelms you. Speaking of which, you are still classmates.

Old Liang, in fact, you are the kind of school-choice student who spends money to study. "

If you can spend money to choose a school, ghosts will go to Sheng Wuxu private high school, people kill people, hurt people the most, who wants to go... But there is no need to argue with Brother Xian about these things.

Liang De broke off one hand, alienated into a three-axis stabilizer to hold the phone, and said:

"Let's just cover it. Anyway, my career orientation is similar to that of a photographer. The story is interesting. It's enough for Teacher Fengxian to reimburse me for my travel expenses. It doesn't matter whether the protagonist is me or not."

"Don't you have any goals?"

Liang De lit a cigarette and let the mint smoke blur his face.

"Target?

I have no other hope, I just want to run faster than anyone else and go to a few more places. "

Li Zhixian took a few sips of the adjusted Carrito coffee and said:

"If you want to get interesting material, you have to work hard.

The task of collecting materials is dominated by you, and if you don't have the intention, I can't help it.

What are you going to do next? "

Liang De held two luck bags, one large and one small, shaking in front of the camera:

"I want to go around the world of No. 276 on the other side, and find a master for these two pieces of luck.

Harm, headache. "

Li Zhixian put down the happy wine bottle and said:

"Isn't this just to be the grandfather behind the scenes? Speaking of high-end, you are Guang Chengzi meeting the Yellow Emperor, what's the headache?"

"I have two luck bags here, and the small one can push people to the peak of the white level in the world. If the luck host gets the favor of the world through this road, it will be even more limitless.

One general has achieved ten thousand bones, brother Xian, you are at the level of ten thousand enemies in 415, let me ask you, are you on the side of one general or ten thousand bones? "

Li Zhixian hugged the happy water bottle containing coffee and was quiet for a while:

"I do not know."

Liang De dusted off the cigarette ash, and walked out of the gate of the camp with the black box of the inner portal borrowed from Lan Tuan.

"I do not know either."

……

World No. 276 on the other side, a green and livable planet.

Liang De opened the landing point of the teleportation gate outside the atmosphere. After walking out of the black box, his right hand turned into a cloud of gray mist. After adjusting the parameters, the search circle of the Sony Ericsson radar on his left wrist covered the target planet exactly, and then disappeared. The figure fell downward.

The Sony Ericsson Radar issued by Mr. Feng Xian pursues unusual love, and unusual love will inevitably involve unusual people.

The son of luck is an unusual kind of person.

After thinking about it for a long time, Liang De finalized the plan to find the special person from the special love.

The spatial range of the other shore 276 world is almost infinite, and it is impossible to find it inch by inch. He can only rely on the props from the company to lock the target.

He didn't think that the participants in the special love were all princes, generals, and domineering presidents.

Everyone has his uniqueness.

In the ordinary world, a person with nothing special is the most special.

The most special person is in the sea of ​​most ordinary people.

In the empty atmosphere, the original traveler from the distant blue star lost his traces and fell into the vast sea of ​​people in a foreign land.

……

Under the atmosphere, in a foreign world.

In late spring, there are also sporadic wild flowers that do not fade, and the flowers and leaves are about to fall, and they become more colorful in the decay.

On the frontier of the Western Regions, the desolate scene is disturbing.

A group of chariots and horses walked slowly between the sky and the earth like a colony of black ants.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the sound of heavy horseshoes and wheels turning, exhausted and never-ending.

When the sword-holding young man dressed in white appeared in the seemingly endless monotonous scenery, the lingering chariots and horses finally stopped.

The veteran drivers, the tired porters, and the numb-faced sergeants all raised their heads, greedily grabbing the bright color with their eyes, as if they were about to be strangled, desperately breathing fresh air.

Whatever the reason, stop it.

stop for a while.

Seeing the convoy stop, the boy in white put the ancient sword with sheath in his arms in front of him.

"Leave things, I won't hurt anyone."

"If you have the ability, you can take it."

The general at the front of the convoy got off his horse and walked towards the boy in white in front of him.

He drew out his long knife and slashed in the air a few times, then took out a simple copper box from his pocket and threw it in front of him.

He threw it so casually, as if the copper box was not a treasure he had escorted all the way from Kucha, but a sesame seed cake that he had eaten a few mouthfuls, a hot sesame seed cake.

This mission to escort the tribute of the Kucha Kingdom was originally an idle job.

The lord of Kucha is over sixty, old and foolish, and every year he presents dozens of strange things as tributes to the current Holy Majesty.

Although His Majesty is kind and sympathetic to the loyalty of the King of Kucha, he would send envoys to deliver them every time, but in fact he doesn't care about these fragments, and no one cares whether they can be brought back.

It doesn't matter whether the envoys who go to Kucha bring back tribute every time.

The mission is just a routine, to show the kindness of the heavenly court.

The general who leads the team is of extraordinary background and has a good relationship with his boss, which is why he can get such a cheap job.

"Cheap errand, how can it be so cheap..."

The general lowered his head and sighed, he turned the knife with both hands, and the blade flattened forward.

A cold-blooded aura that had experienced many battles penetrated through the armor, and he looked at the white-clothed boy in front of him lightly.

A real master in the military is not a tyrannical and bloodthirsty person, but an ordinary person who regards killing as a natural matter of eating and drinking.

If a man wants to support his family by killing, then killing is just a job.

Going to Kucha and seeing the King of Kucha has been going smoothly.

Not wanting to return from Kucha, the Ministry of War hastened to send a letter with Feng Falcon, ordering that the treasure must be escorted back to the Imperial Capital safely, and there were many risks along the way, and there were endless masters who came to snatch the escort.

For three days, he fought all the way here without stopping, and there was still half the distance to the border, but the convoy behind him was only the old servant who had watched him grow up and some disabled soldiers.

It will take three days before the Ministry of War's help arrives...

In such a dangerous situation, if it was an ordinary soldier, he might have already scattered and fled or even mutinied, but the group of people behind him...

The old man in military uniform next to the general flag looked solemn, exhaled and said:

"Tiger Might!"

The old man's hunched body stood straight, and his whole figure seemed to be rejuvenated, and his eyes were full of hot flames.

It seems that as long as you stand under this general flag, you will never fail.

The other sergeants in the convoy also clenched their weapons and shouted in a low voice:

"Tiger Might!"

Although there were only a dozen remnants and defeated soldiers, they had the aura of a mighty army.

The wind was so strong that it made the white flag flutter.

The setting sun is late at night, but the armor and weapons of the soldiers are full of heroic colors.

"Eternal Day Banner, General Huwei Xiao Liu is you..." The white-clothed boy glanced at the general flag with surprise in his eyes.

"It is the late father."

General Xiao Hanye was calm, without pride, or even any other emotions.

This kind of answer has been experienced so many times that it even made him feel a little tired.

Huwei General Xiao Liu, this man called father actually doesn't have much impression of himself.

"So it was after Zhonglie..."

"After Zhonglie..."

Xiao Hanye whispered, and didn't even hear what the boy said behind him.

The son of General Huwei Xiao Liu, he was branded with this mark from birth.

When he was one and a half years old, his father entered the siege by mistake in the battle of Hengtian, and died of exhaustion after beating more than a hundred enemies.

What kind of person is my father? He also gradually listened to what people said when he grew up.

His mother died of dystocia when he was born, and it was his father's loyal bodyguard who raised him.

"You are the son of General Huwei Xiaoliu, and you will become an inexhaustible general in the future and make inexhaustible meritorious deeds! Be loyal to the country and die!"

The stern words full of expectations have been repeated in my ears since childhood.

Taking this as a spur, he practiced martial arts and the art of war day and night, and never slack off.

Qianniuwei Beishenlang General Xiao Hanye, who joined the army at the age of 16, has made many meritorious deeds.

At the age of 30, he entered Qianniuwei with outstanding martial arts, and was very favored. Even the current emperor praised "you are like a father".

Xiao Hanye didn't want to be a famous general.

However, for the expectant gaze and gratifying smile of the old man behind him...he couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to let him down. All the hard work I have done for more than 20 years is just to not let the old man down.

As long as he can fulfill his wish, forcing himself is nothing.

"If a certain sword does not kill an unknown person, you will report the name."

The general raised his head, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.

Among the colorful wild flowers at dusk, the body of a bewitching Hawkeye with slender hands and feet trembled violently.

"Damn, why are there only men and no women?!

Could this be... ahhhhhh! "

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