Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Han Lun looked at the pair of earrings in the palm of his hand, which were glittering and shining with silver light. Han Lun recalled the first time when he saw Aqiao. Aqiao was like a lark, jumping across the stream, came to them, gave a little gift, and said: "The four guests who came from afar have worked hard. , not far ahead is our stockade, how about inviting four guests to drink tea?"

Scenes of the past, although it is infinitely sweet to read, it is also infinitely painful.

Ran Qingluo and Fang Lang didn't know what to say at this time, they just stayed by his side.

Suddenly, a strong surge of people broke out in the village. The shouts of many people and the sound of various metal collisions were noisy.

Fang Lang said: "Han Lun, take a good rest, let's go out and have a look. Stop drinking."

Han Lun nodded, lay down and went to sleep. Now even if a war breaks out or a flood occurs, he doesn't care at all. As if this world has nothing to do with him, he is now sleeping on Aqiao's bed, sniffing Aqiao's residual smell gently, sinking into his ocean of sadness.

Fang Lang and Ran Qingluo went out and found many villagers rushing to the door with hoes, shovels and machetes in their hands. Ran Qingluo stopped a person and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

The man said in a panic, "Wuman's people are calling, if the messenger is inconvenient, please avoid them quickly, these people are not reasonable at all."

Ran Qingluo thanked him, and the man walked towards the gate of the cottage with righteous indignation. Ran Qingluo said to Fang Lang: "These people are probably here for the sacrifice of ghosts and gods. Let's go and have a look."

Fang Lang nodded, and then walked quickly with Ran Qingluo to the gate of the cottage.

When they arrived at the gate of the Miao Village, the two found that the two sides were already full of people and it was impossible to get through. Outside the cottage was also a crowd of people, the leader in front raised a black flag with a ghost head embroidered on it. All the people behind are holding machetes and are well-trained.

As the two approached, someone from the Baiman people immediately shouted: "The messenger is here, make way!" Thousands of people from the Baiman tribe immediately gave way to Ran Qingluo and the others. The two walked in front of the crowd, only to find that Luo Xiaocheng was already there. He cut a big ax deeply into a huge sickle stone at the door, and lay down on the handle of the ax to drink. Although those Wuman people were fierce and fierce, they were just about to move. But Luo Xiaocheng is like a big mountain blocking Wuman and Baiman, and neither side can strike first.

At this time, the village chief was also in front of the mountain gate. Although he was nearly seventy years old, what he was holding in his hand was not a walking stick, but a machete.

When Ran Qingluo stood in front of the village, the Baiman's heart immediately relaxed a lot. At this time, the Wuman tribe also gave way, and a gorgeously dressed person walked out of it. This person was the Witch King whom he had seen in Hongmeng Valley that day. The Witch King stepped forward, and at this time, he no longer had the respect he had for Ran Qingluo in the past. On the contrary, he had completely stood in the direction of opposing Ran Qingluo.

He said: "Dongqinman, don't you kneel down when you see this king?"

The village chief stepped forward, his face full of anger, but he did not lose his courtesy. He saluted respectfully, and said, "I have come from a long way, and I have worked hard for everyone. I don't know what advice does King Meng have?" ..