After sending Shao Tian and the other three away, Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun turned back to Jiluo Mountain with a heavy heart. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info waiting in front of the mountain at this time is no longer the vicious dog-like face of the Jinshu Sheng, but the long welcome queue spontaneously formed by the people in the mountain.

Everyone proposed that the return of the little prince must be celebrated to rekindle hope for Jiluo Mountain, but what Ling Xuanluo thought was that the war was about to break out, and there were only five days left before rushing to Xuanyuan Mountain. The situation is as dangerous as the morning dew, and at this moment, it is really inappropriate to have a feast in the mountain.

He thought that this reason was reasonable, and he wanted to decline the proposal and give an explanation, but as soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Nanjun, who was slapping him in the eyes, signaling him not to say "no".

In fact, these two words had already slipped to his mouth, and as soon as he received the hint, he quickly swallowed it back. Thinking about it, Jiang Nanjun probably thought that the people in the mountains had been hit hard and had been in despair for a long time. Now it's easy to rekindle enthusiasm because of his own appearance, but he immediately doused a basin of cold water, no matter how good the reason for refusal is, I'm afraid it also belongs to the bad scenery.

If Jiang Nanjun betrayed this favor because of his affection, he did not approve, but he did not want to touch him, so he had to quickly change his tone and forcibly announced with a smile that he accepted all the ways of celebration proposed by everyone, but because the Condor Alliance was about to join the alliance, there were still many important things to deal with, so the three days were shortened to one day, and on this day, the immortals and mountain people, including 100,000 spirit boy soldiers, could be given two taels of drunkenness from the immortals of Laojiao.

Despite the shortened festivities, no one complained, and as soon as he finished his announcement, the crowd burst into jubilation and immediately dispersed to go home and prepare for his work.

In less than a moment, Jiluo Mountain from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, has shown a group of lights, killing chickens and slaughtering cattle lively atmosphere, even if the end of each year in the New Year, not so jubilant as now.

At present, the situation in the Six Realms is complicated, and Jiang Nanjun's anxiety can be imagined. In this case, he agreed to spend the whole day celebrating according to the wishes of the mountain people, but Ling Xuanluo still couldn't figure out what his intentions were. When the crowd dispersed, only they and a few people were left, they couldn't help it anymore and asked the reason.

Jiang Nanjun didn't explain in detail, just put his arms behind his back and said with a sigh: "There is no feast in the world, if it is the last gathering before separation, who can bear to refuse"

"Respectively? Will the flowing water feast be the last time we get together? What does this mean? Ling Xuanluo and Dou Dou were both puzzled, looking at each other, and wanted to ask again, but he had already turned the topic to Zhuxing.

Just now, the spirit boy soldier suddenly came to report, saying that the fire bell was stolen, and Ling Xuanluo and the two of them were eager to pursue Hui Qiu, but before they could explain more, they entrusted the trembling bamboo star to Doudou.

This white-haired old man who returned with them was a Xingzhu Immortal who had been lost from Jiluo Mountain, although it had only been a few years, no one among the people present could recognize him.

Dou Dou was entrusted, and before he had time to ask in detail, the two of them had already left in a hurry on a hawk and a sword. He had no choice but to first urge the Jinshu Saint, who looked like a water dog, to be accompanied by Qingqiu Wuwu and withdraw with a group of immortals. After their backs disappeared completely, they helped Zhuxing into the mountain, and planned to arrange for him to rest in the guest hall until Ling Xuanluo returned.

But when he walked all the way inside, he relied on the intuition of a soldier and felt a kind of familiarity with the person who supported him. The closer you get to him, the more this strange feeling lingers.

The old man had been nervous, and his heart was cold, and a name suddenly flashed through his mind, and he jumped violently.

(To be continued.) )