Douluo's Gourd

Half a month passed again.

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

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, it has already affected the surrounding climate and environment, and it is no longer suitable for long-term human habitation.

However, dispatching [-] troops is not a simple matter, as well as the choice of where to station, etc., all kinds of troublesome things will not be resolved in a short time.

Dai Mubai was most touched by this point.

Because Wang Xiaofeng hadn't seen him since the brothers met that day.

According to the gossip of Ma Hongjun who came by from time to time for dinner, Dai Mubai was so busy that he didn't sleep a wink for a few days.

"Haha, Xiaofeng, you haven't seen Boss Dai with one hand bandaged and the other hand handling documents, it's so funny."

Seeing Ma Hongjun laughing and pouring all the rest of the plate into his own bowl shamelessly, Wang Xiaofeng didn't make a fuss.

He hasn't eaten much yet.

"Save some for me!" Wang Xiaofeng pounced on him with chopsticks.

Even though his physical fitness is far superior to that of Ma Hongjun, under Ma Hongjun's rich experience, Wang Xiaofeng only regained a small part of it.

"Fatty, don't you have a dedicated chef to cook for you? Why do you come to me every time you eat!"

Ma Hongjun licked all the leftovers from the plates on the table, and patted his stomach full of satisfaction.

"Although Chef Xingluo's dishes are delicious, those are meals for patients with clear soup and little water. Xiaofeng's dishes are delicious."

Nidia on the side nodded her head in agreement.

There is no way, the food made by the flower planter's recipe has such a charm, even the Star Luo Empire, which has a history of thousands of years, is still not as good as it is in terms of food.

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

But even if it is a dead soul beast, the 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. Cooking skills like Wang Xiaofeng can only be counted with fingers.

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

"Even if you praise me like this and flatter me, I won't cook another meal." Wang Xiaofeng curled his lips and cleaned the bowls and chopsticks in his hands. 33 Novel Network

Then together with Nidia, leading the confused Ma Hongjun to Dai Mubai's residential building.

"Why are you about to leave all of a sudden, is there a bad reception?" Dai Mubai said in surprise, throwing the pen in his hand aside.

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

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

"Well, since this is the case, I won't force you to stay," Dai Mubai sighed 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."

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 then."

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

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing personally escorted the two of them into the carriage that sent them back.

In the hot afternoon, it is most likely to rain.

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

Obviously just visiting relatives in Xingluo normally, but always getting involved in some troublesome things inexplicably.

Wang Xiaofeng always felt strange in his heart.

"I don't have the fate of a protagonist, don't, I don't want to be alone..."

Thinking gradually diverged.

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

From a howling baby, he has grown up step by step, and with his own efforts, he has come to where he is today.

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

Just as he was feeling emotional, suddenly the driver in front of the carriage turned around and pulled the carriage to the side of the road to stop.

"Miss Young Master, there is a cavalry team ahead, and they are flying the flags of other armies. Let's avoid it first."

The driver is an experienced middle-aged man who has been delivering goods and driving vehicles for the military region for 20 years. Everyone calls him Lao Wang.

Wang Xiaofeng followed suit.

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

Wang Xiaofeng quickly opened the curtain of the carriage on the left, looked out, and Nidia also poked her head curiously.

At this time they have come to a small town.

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

There was the sound of horseshoes on the street ahead.

The hooves of the dense horse team approached quickly, and then galloped past from the street on the left.

Wang Xiaofeng glanced over.

There are a total of twenty cavalry in this team, and there are unique marks on the sides of the horses and the clothes worn by the knights.

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

These twenty cavalrymen ran all the way, very fast, they seemed normal on the outside, but with Wang Xiaofeng's years of experience in autopsy, it was immediately clear that there was something wrong with these people.

The horses were alright, everything was normal, but the cavalrymen on the horses were all weakened, and some of them had disordered breathing, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, as if they were gritting their teeth to endure something.

"It smells of blood!" Wang Xiaofeng squinted his eyes, moved his nose slightly, and smelled a subtle breath.

Twenty riders quickly ran all the way, passed the street, and disappeared on the east street.

Wang Xiaofeng withdrew his gaze and told Old Wang to continue on his way.

'This team of knights is not like ordinary people. Although their blood is weak, but from a distance, they seem to have received long-term training. They should be the elite of the army. ' he guessed in his mind.

As the rain slanted down, Wang Xiaofeng lowered the car curtain.

"Let's go."

Lao Wang responded.

"It's really troublesome. The army has just suffered such a disaster, and now there are troops with other banners coming to the door. Alas, the general is actually quite good..."

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

The carriage drove slowly on the uneven streets, all the way forward.

The wheels brought up streams of rain.

The street was deserted, only a few people walking with umbrellas in a hurry.

The extinguished lanterns in front of the shop swayed and fluttered with the wind, making it extremely cold and silent.

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

He didn't know why this happened, but in his intuition, it seemed that a storm might break out at any time, as if the dark clouds were overwhelming.

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

There are too few clues, so soldiers can only be blocked, and water and soil can be used to cover up.

Or because the strength is still not enough.

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

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