Pope System of Rebirth

Helpless, really helpless, he could only smile helplessly. Qin Lang raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to General Mingqi. It was really a big deal to have such a powerful woman in his family.

Seeing the wry smile on Qin Lang's face, Wu Niang bowed and saluted: "Wu Niang and the generals thank you, sir."

No wonder beauty matches hero.

It is really remarkable that General Mingqi has such a woman in his family. I was planning to refuse, but now I have no choice but to agree. Mingxi went to the Daxi tribe, which did not reveal what he was going to do.

As a veteran of Donglong City, what is Big Beard planning now?

Headache, headache!

Qin Lang banged his head and walked in the alley towards the Ming Army garrison. Along the way, he passed through alleys. It was late at night and he could hardly meet anyone on the street.

"Do you think your head is a wooden fish? If you knock it like this, it won't make any sound."

A mocking sound came from the darkness of the alleyway, and a thin sword suddenly appeared under the moonlight. It was an extremely thin sword. The sword was very fast, but Qin Lang's reaction speed was even faster.

He turned sideways, raised his hand, and struck the rapier with two fingers, intending to use the strength of his hand to deflect the rapier.

"bite!"

The swords touched each other, and there was a sound of fine iron.

The tip of the sword trembled, then retracted into the darkness like a snake. Only one sentence was heard: "Your fingers seem to be harder than your neck."

After escaping the sneak attack and putting down his hand, Qin Lang knew who this person was, but he was not a masked person at this time. How could he expose himself? He asked suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"You have a terrible memory. In the warehouse!" The shadow of the sword in the darkness lit up and bloomed like a flower.

"The devil knows who you are." Qin Lang's keen sense has locked onto him. He picked up a brick and rushed over. The black sword cannot be used.

Once used, it is exposed.

Only slab bricks can be used. It just so happens that the alleyway seems to be under repair and there are slab bricks left on the ground.

"Pop." The flying bricks hit him, and the shadow in the darkness became crooked.

"Let's see if I don't catch you." Qin Lang shouted and grabbed the shadow in the darkness with his claws. The shadow shook in the air and broke into pieces.

At the same time, I felt a chill in my heart.

Qin Lang was slightly startled. He bent down and lowered his head. A sword drew a beautiful arc in the darkness and passed over his head. Qin Lang's foot kicked out backwards.

middle!

The kick hit.

But immediately, the thin sword on the left came again. I kicked the object in the darkness and it became empty. The solid feeling turned into nothingness in an instant. This feeling was very strange.

It's like seeing a bubble. When you poke it with your hand, it pops.

What's going on?

This time Qin Lang did not attack. He wanted to see what was going on. So he stood up straight and waited for the sword to come.

The sword jumped out of the darkness, made a strange twist, and disappeared.

He seemed to be guessing about what Qin Lang was doing.

Silence belongs to night, but the silence in the alleyway is a bit creepy. Two invisible momentums are spreading and fighting.

This situation lasted for a long time.

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Suddenly, Qin Lang grabbed another brick. This time he didn't throw it out, but threw it backwards. Because when he moved, the sword also moved.

Sword flower, a sword flower, bloomed in tiny pieces.

The bricks shattered and orange-red fragments flew into the air. The other hand quietly moved out, which was Qin Lang's right hand. He quickly grabbed countless small gravels and ejected them out.

Directions, all directions including southeast, northwest and northwest.

"Papa papa!" There were countless soft sounds, but there was still no trace of that person.

Suddenly there was a light outside the alley, and the watchman walked through the alley with a lantern in his hand, shouting: "The sky is high and things are dry, be careful of the candle."

The sound carried far away leisurely, and I no longer felt like I was working as usual.

Then, he didn't know that a fierce battle was taking place in the alleyway. When he turned the corner, he suddenly felt a light touch on his hand, and then he realized that the lantern was gone.

Then there was a fire in the alleyway, and there was a handsome young man in the fire.

A sharp sword was stabbed at the young man's head. The watchman was shocked, and his legs were shaking so much that he did not dare to move. He had seen the fight many times.

But what I saw today was too weird.

Because beside the handsome young man, there were four identical people who were dressed the same, looked the same, and used the same sword. However, each one had a different posture.

How is this possible? Only ghosts can do it.

"So it's you." The handsome young man grabbed the long sword in the air. The sword shattered and the figure turned into bubbles in an instant. At the same time, the figures around him retreated into the darkness in an instant.

"Clone Technique, ha! I didn't expect there was such a thing."

The burning lanterns in the sky were slowly extinguished at this time, and the alley became dark again. The watchman felt something stuck in his throat, and the wood in his hand dropped with a clang.

A hand caught it for him, and a handsome young man under the moonlight appeared beside him without knowing when, with a warm smile on his face: "Brother, take the things carefully. If you smash them, you won't be able to work. I will pay for the lanterns."

for you."

He took out two taels of silver and put it in the hands of the stunned watchman. After patting his shoulder, Qin Lang walked out of the alleyway.

"That person is Darcy Qin Lang?" The watchman swallowed his saliva and felt his heart jumping into his throat. He looked at Zangmu and Yinzi, who subconsciously took them in his hand, and woke up with a start.

There is only one sentence in my heart.

This man looks exactly like the rumors.

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I grabbed my head and walked on the street. The people in the alley just now saw clearly the green eyes of the young man in the pavilion. No wonder the guards were chasing him here and there in Xifuzhong that day, as if there were many thieves.

Bi Yan knows how to clone himself.

It's such an incredible world. The corners of Qin Lang's lips curled up slightly, feeling that this world was becoming more and more interesting.

I don’t know what else I will encounter in the days to come.

Five kinds of magical horses, warriors who can clone themselves, and the weird weather of three dragons playing with pearls.

"Do it!" Qin Lang walked across the Qingliu River and cursed in a low voice.

There are still six days until the city lord returns. What kind of person is he? He has something to do with Nanmian. He is a scholar. The information seems to be of little use.

Suddenly he remembered the person who peeked at him in the teahouse and who he was.

Thinking about it, he went upstairs and found a seat to sit down.

Honghua Street is like the night market in his hometown, which becomes more and more lively at night. He deliberately found the seat from last time and ordered a bowl of chaos, two side dishes, and a pot of tea.

The waiter served the food.

"Brother, do you know where the south of Donglong City is?" Qin Lang asked in a confused manner.

The clerk had a very good eye. Although Qin Lang had only arrived in Donglong City not long ago, he had already become a household name due to the large-scale commotion outside the city. He quickly said: "Sir, there is a vast grassland to the south of Donglong City. There is a vast grassland there.

It’s not as easy to live in as Donglong City.”

"What about outside the grassland?"

"The sea, the endless sea, people here call it the South China Sea. I went there once when I was a child. Unfortunately, the sea water is salty. It cannot solve the problem of the desert of death."

The waiter tried his best to express himself, hoping to get some reward from this adult. On weekdays, many adults come to Honghua Street, but very few come back to this teahouse.

"Hai! So!" Qin Lang didn't notice the boy's thoughts. He was thinking about the problem in the south, which related to many things.

It had a great influence on what he did next.

The end to the south of Donglong City is a sea, a place called the South China Sea. Where is the end of the sea? The waiter couldn't answer, and Qin Lang couldn't figure it out either.

"Mingxi, do you know?" Qin Lang held his head, looked at the stubborn little guy who came to him, and couldn't help but ask.

Mingxi didn't like this man very much, but his father asked him to come, so he had no choice but to come. He didn't want to listen to his father's screams, his son was unfilial, and he gave birth to you in vain.

Just thinking about it makes me extremely irritable.

"Ah! What's your expression?" Qin Lang picked up the small bamboo stick on the table and said, "Come on, hurry up, go and feed my horses in the western tribe."

"Just go, who wants to be with a sissy like you?" Mingxi waved her hands and walked out the door.

Qin Lang didn't bother to shout with the little guy. Anyway, he had arranged a place for him and it would be much better if Ma Weng took care of him. He was worried about one thing now, about the terrain.

This world is called Longteng Continent, but after hearing about it from many people, there is no map.

In this way, the location of the Barrens is a mystery and a very nonsense.

"Ouch!" With a roar, he left Chun Chun Tower and headed to General Hua's Mansion. The city lord will be back tomorrow, so everything must be prepared.

Whether they can settle in Donglong City is the key to the plan.

As soon as he left the door, he met a person, a beggar to be precise. The dirty little guy walked up to him and asked in a low voice: "Are you Mr. Qin Lang?"

Qin Lang looked at his dirty little face and wondered if he was really famous.

"Yeah, what's the matter, little guy?"

The little beggar rubbed his black hands and said, "Give me a hundred taels of silver."

"Yeah!" With his eyes widened, Qin Lang asked, "Little guy, why should I give you money?" He never thought that he could be so confident when asking for money.

The little beggar chuckled and said, "Someone said that if I ask you for money, you have to give it."

"Ha!" Qin Lang became interested. This was the first time he had encountered this, and he smiled and said, "Who is so awesome?"

The little beggar said innocently: "He said he couldn't tell me, and if he did, he wouldn't give me the money."

Qin Lang shook his head and said: "My child, I will give you ten taels, but I will not give you a hundred taels. You can reach out and try, the result will be the same."

Instead of being disappointed, the little beggar jumped up and said excitedly: "The man said you would definitely be like this. It's really not bad at all. It looks like you will definitely get the one hundred taels of silver."

"Ah!" Qin Lang was stunned. He was really stunned and asked, "Did he say this to me?"

"Yes, that person said that I asked you for money. You would definitely say, son, I will give you ten taels. Don't ask me for a hundred taels." Although there are a few words missing, the meaning is almost the same.

With a glint in his eyes, Qin Lang took the opportunity to look on both sides of the street, hoping to find out who was talking to him. Unfortunately, there was nothing strange on the street.

"Give me money." He stretched out his little hand in front of Qin Lang. The little beggar was very confident.

"If you have something I need in your hand, I will consider it. If you are so powerful, I can't find a job to do. I won't give you ten taels of silver now." Qin Lang walked forward without squinting.

Planning to leave. He wants to try

"Wow. He was right again." The little beggar covered his mouth, looking very excited. His little eyes flickered.

"Ah!" Qin Lang stopped and shook his head helplessly. He didn't want to listen to the little beggar and walked towards General Hua's mansion.

"Hey, hey! Mr. Qin Lang, please wait." The little beggar trotted after him, stood in front of Qin Lang, stretched out his hand and said, "The man said that when you see this thing, you will give it to him."

My money."

Note. The little beggar had a note in his hand. Qin Lang raised his eyebrows, unfolded the note and said, "It won't take more than half a month, and your identity will be revealed. Be careful!"

Slightly startled, he slightly raised his eyebrows and knitted the note into a ball. Qin Lang honestly took out a hundred taels of silver notes and put them in the hands of the little beggar, saying: "Take the money, don't let others rob it."

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The little beggar's eyes were shining. He glanced left and right, stuffed the money into his tattered clothes, and left as if running away. He was really afraid that Qin Lang would want to go back.

Holding the paper ball, Qin Lang's eyes became more solemn.

No matter who he is.

No matter where this person got the news from.

He should be helping himself.

It seemed that someone had guessed the news about the masked guest. Something might happen in the next half month. He tore off the note, threw it into the Qingliu River, and quickly walked towards General Hua's Mansion.

Preparation work, for officials, only needs to be done by pointing fingers.

He followed General Hua around obediently for a whole day. The banquet was very lively in the evening, and there were many Donglong officials he knew and didn't know who were serving him drinks.

Qin Lang is now a celebrity, and with the support of General Hua, it is only a matter of time before he is promoted by the city lord. None of the various officials in Donglong City want to curry favor with him.

After drinking a lot of wine one night, Qin Lang pretended to be exhausted and was helped into General Hua's wing by his servants.

He has a vajra body, and the effect of alcohol on him is almost zero.

After the servants carried him to the bed, turned on the lamp and left, Qin Lang quietly got up from the bed, took out a set of black clothes and a gray mask from the Qiankun bag, and went out through the window.

The clues provided by the note made him wary, and he had to have the masked man appear several times to divert attention. It would be much more difficult for him to show off the role of two people.

If Wang Xiang hadn't gone to learn art yet, things would have been much easier to handle today.

It’s true that people only hate less when they use it.

His actions tonight must not let others discover him. If they are discovered, something big will happen.

Quietly hiding in a dark corner, Qin Lang shuttled through General Hua's Mansion while the moon fell into the clouds. Today, General Hua's Mansion is a familiar road.

It doesn't take a moment to reach the back garden.

Qin Lang wants to do something bad, such as food and jewelry. He doesn't have much interest in it. He just wants to do something interesting.

General Huada keeps two birds in his backyard.

Very nice canary.

Many times, Hua Wei teased him. After spending some time with Hua Xiong, Qin Lang knew very well how much he doted on his son. If these two little birds were stolen, then two or three bird feathers would be left behind.

The logo of the masked guest is very interesting.

Qin Lang tiptoed into the garden pavilion, where two golden finches had already been covered with covers. Opening the covers and unlocking the door, Qin Lang muttered: "Birds, birds! Don't blame me for preventing you from living a good life. Outside,

The world is wonderful.”

Taking out the birds one with each hand, he carefully pulled out two bird feathers, and then let go, and the birds flew away. Qin Lang smiled evilly, and took out a bottle of chicken blood from the Qiankun bag.

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Dip a few drops into the bird feathers, then take off the cage, crush it into a ball, and throw it into the pavilion.

Then he scraped the symbol of the Black Sword high into the pavilion, and then left quietly.

Early the next morning, Qin Lang shouted to General Hua, saying that something big had happened in the courtyard. He hurried to the back garden before even putting on his clothes.

As soon as we entered the garden, we heard Warwick's loud voice, crying so hard that he felt sad.

A picture was pasted on the beam of the pavilion, and the black stone sword was unusually conspicuous. The pavilion was in a mess, and the birdcage was broken. Warwick held the bloody bird feathers in his hand and was heartbroken.

"Weier, stop crying, get up. Just two birds." Hua Xiong cursed loudly. He was in a really bad mood. The city lord was about to come back in the afternoon, but the masked man entered the city at this time.

Could it be a demonstration?

"If I don't get up, dad, you must catch the masked man. My little black and little gold were killed by him." Warwick held two bird feathers and cried miserably.

"Shame on you, take him down, hurry up." Hua Xiong waved his hands to the guards around him, and the two guards took the sad Warwick away.

Qin Lang stared at the painting on the beam, then lowered his head and said, "General, it's all my fault that my subordinate was drunk last night, or he might not have let this happen."

A trace of anger flashed in Hua Xiong's eyes: "You are not to blame for this, but the masked man is too cunning."

With a ferocious look on his face, Qin Lang said: "General, my subordinates will go and catch him out right now."

At this time, a man hurriedly came in from outside the garden and shouted: "General, General."

Hua Xiong was furious, but when he heard the shouting, he looked startled. He quickly put aside everything else and went to meet him. Qin Lang turned around and saw a short old man coming in, breathing heavily.

Qin Lang remembered this person. The master of the Xi Mansion, Xi Chen.

He whispered a few words in Hua Xiong's ear. Hua Xiong looked happy and turned to the guards in the garden: "The city lord has returned early. Go and prepare to welcome him."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding guards hurriedly ran out of the yard. The city lord had more things to do than the masked guest.

Xi Chen led his guards out of the courtyard. He was a city lord, and the reception banquet was to be held at his home. There were many things that needed to be done. Hua Xiong glanced at the courtyard and said, "Qin Lang, we first took care of the matters of welcoming the city lord.

After the incident is over, help me get to the bottom of it."

"Yes!" Qin Lang nodded.

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Just at noon, the south gate opened wide, and all the residents of Donglong City were on both sides of the city gate to welcome the return of the city lord according to regulations. Colorful flags were flying in the city, red flowers were everywhere, and it was a festive atmosphere.

The citizens held pink flowers and willow branches in their hands.

Waiting for the secret signal from someone arranged in the crowd.

Qin Lang followed General Hua, and all the Donglong officials were waiting silently. General Hua stood side by side with the ministers from Xifu City. General Mingqi stood in the second row and was very close to Qin Lang.

"Did you make my son go out on a horse?"

General Mingqi asked in a low voice. His idea was to let Mingxi Daxi Zhong learn the ability to lead troops. Why did he want to free this guy?

Shrugging his shoulders, Qin Lang whispered: "General Mingqi, you didn't say what you asked him to do. It's good to let him go. I think Mingxi's temper is a bit too strong."

"I asked you to..." General Mingqi was a little excited.

At this time, a group of dark figures appeared in the grassland in the distance.

General Hua Xiong in the front shouted: "Get ready."

Qin Lang reminded in a low voice: "General Mingqi, the city lord is back."

Ming Qi felt suffocated in his heart. When had his precious son ever suffered such a crime? The racecourse let the horses go! But the city lord's team had already appeared, so he could only put this matter aside for now.

Looking up to see the group of people, Qin Lang was curious about what kind of scholar the city lord was and what his nearest enemy looked like.

Then, what he saw surprised him.

Because in this place where cavalry is prevalent, he saw a group of infantry and a group of infantry carrying spears. Judging from the formation, there were at least three thousand people.

With such a large scale, what on earth are you going to do in the south?

The infantry walked extremely neatly, with a white horse riding alone in front, walking slowly. He should be a swordsman, because he was not wearing armor.

The white horse is not covered with horse armor. He is about thirty years old, with a ponytail, a wide face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a thin scar on the corner of his right eye that is very conspicuous. He is tall and tall, and his muscles are covered in tight clothes.

Completely highlighted, it seems that there is extremely powerful explosive power hidden under that block of muscles.

A sword was strung diagonally behind him. From Qin Lang's position, he could only see the hilt of the sword exposed on his shoulder. The hilt was very wide, about three times that of an ordinary sword. It was tied with a wide white cloth belt. It must have been tied because of frequent use.

Cover with cloth tape for protection.

From his calm posture, he naturally showed the aura of a strong man. No matter how you look at it, this man is a powerful character with real strength.

"Who is he?" Qin Lang asked General Mingqi quietly.

Bickering is bickering, the only person in this city who can be trusted and close to is General Mingqi.

"Langba."

A powerful name.

"He is a swordsman, and he only regards himself as a swordsman in the city. But at the same time, he is also the deputy city lord, the person the city lord trusts the most."

As the team gradually walked in, the footsteps of more than 3,000 infantrymen could already be heard.

How spectacular.

There is a sedan in the middle of the infantry, a black sedan with white flowers. It is very conspicuous even in a huge queue. Because black with white flowers, this is the color used for the dead.

The city lord sat in such a sedan chair.

I really can't compliment you.

"Why is City Lord Lin Hui sitting in such a shabby sedan chair?" Qin Lang looked sideways and asked General Mingqi beside him.

Mingqi laughed softly: "Don't you also ride a pony?"

"This can compare!" Qin Lang muttered in a low voice, his carrots are amazing, what do you know?

"Why didn't the city lord bring cavalry with him instead of infantry? Wouldn't this delay the journey?" The infantry walked slowly and would not arrive at the door for a while. Qin Lang was really curious and asked in a low voice.

General Mingqi was stunned for a moment, then whispered: "Don't ask about this matter, because you haven't found out yet."

Hearing these remarks, Qin Lang was stunned for a moment and said softly: "When will we know?"

Mingqi smiled mysteriously: "Wait until you get his approval and truly enter this city. However, I think this seems..."

Qin Lang naturally heard what he said clearly. He deliberately pretended not to understand. He raised his head and continued to look at the infantry team marching ahead. The white horse at the front was already running quickly. After a while, he stood in front of the south gate.

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The infantry also stopped at this time and spread out to both sides, forming a long passage just for the black sedan to come to the city.

All the officials in Donglong City stood up straight at this moment, with serious expressions on their faces.

Apart from the sound of colorful flags fluttering in the wind, there was only the sound of the sedan chair rattling outside the south gate. The eight bearers walked steadily and came to the south gate to put down the sedan chair.

"Welcome to the Lord of the City."

A group of officials followed General Hua and bowed to greet him. The door of Black and White Hua'er's sedan chair opened, and a man of about thirty years old walked out.

A scholar...

From Qin Lang's point of view, he is a scholar. He wears a silk scarf on his head, holds a white fan, and wears a black iron-colored belt on his green gown. He has a fair face, but is extremely tall, about 80% tall, and has long hands.

Stepping out of the sedan chair, he casually inserted the white fan into his belt, very casually. His bright eyes casually scanned the crowd.

At just one glance, his eyes were fixed on Qin Lang, and his observation skills were extremely strong.

"I'm finally back. It's been a long journey, and my body and bones can't bear it." He didn't say anything, he just casually withdrew his eyes, looked at the crowd and smiled.

Every move was as light as a stream, but there was a trace of pressure in Ran's heart for no reason. It was this pressure that made Qin Lang feel a little surprised and found the problem that had always existed in his heart.

To be able to manage such a city like a scholar, his actions just now should not be underestimated.

General Hua Da quickly walked up and said with a smile: "Lord City Lord, will this trip to the south go smoothly?"

Lin Hui straightened the wrinkles on his shoulders and said with a smile: "We'll discuss it when we get back." After that, he walked towards the city. He saw the cheers of the people of Donglong City along the way and nodded slightly to express his gratitude.

The crowd entered the south gate, and the salute sounded. Qin Lang noticed that Lang Ba outside the south gate did not come in, but turned around on horseback and led the infantry back in the direction they came from.

This, what's going on.

I wanted to ask General Mingqi, but then I realized that General Mingqi had already arrived at the side of the city lord. His current status in Donglong was not very good, so he could only stay calmly and keep the questions in his heart.

The celebration was grand and the gun salute was noisy.

The meeting of core officials was also going on. After the Lord Lin Hui came back, he did not hold a banquet, but held a meeting directly. Qin Lang could only wait outside, because the Daxi tribe's agreement was established today and only needed the city Lord's seal.

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There won't be much resistance to this matter, because most officials in Donglong City have already agreed to his existence.

This meeting lasted until the afternoon, when the sun set on the head of the club.

The closed door of the conference hall was opened, and the officials inside filed out. They all looked completely different from the way they looked when they entered. They were in low spirits, as if something big was about to happen.

Frowning slightly, Qin Lang saw General Mingqi coming out, approached him, and asked, "What happened? Why are you so listless?"

Ruoyou glanced at him meaningfully, and General Mingqi whispered: "Your opportunity has come."

"Me?" Qin Lang, who didn't know what he meant, wanted to ask, but at this moment, a guard came to her and said: "Master Qin Lang, the city lord has invited me."

Mingqi winked at him, and then hurried out with a group of officials.

Qin Lang quickly followed the guards into the conference room.

The people inside have been emptied, and there are only three people left, the city lord, General Hua Da, and Xi Chen.

Qin Lang had very little dealings with this short old man and didn't know him very well, but in terms of Donglong's status, this man was second best, and no one dared to call him third.

It's not surprising that this would be in a conference room.

"I have met the city lord, two adults."

"This is Darcy Qin Lang." Hua Xiong introduced at the side.

Xi Chen seemed not to want to have anything to do with Qin Lang, so he bowed his hands and retreated. City Lord Lin Hui looked at Qin Lang unhurriedly, and said with a smile on his face: "Oh, I heard that the Qin Lang brothers have unparalleled martial arts skills.

, sit down quickly."

As he spoke, he moved the bench.

Qin Lang quickly took over the bench without sitting down and said, "It's all passed down by outsiders."

"Brother, you are being humble. I heard that even Ming Qi is no match for you. I even heard that you defeated the three masters of Yanju Kingdom by yourself. With such a powerful method, how many people can you think of in the Barrens?" Lin Hui

He patted Qin Lang's shoulder affectionately and spoke.

He turned around and said: "It's just that the surrender of the Daxi tribe needs to be slowed down. Something big may happen in Donglong City recently. If I hide it from you, it seems to be detrimental to you. And you are sincere, so I can't be malicious and want to retaliate.

This is not what a gentleman does."

This was a test. Qin Lang raised his eyebrows and said respectfully: "Since the Darxi tribe has made its choice, it has no other plans. If Donglong City encounters any problems, we, Darxi, will naturally lend a helping hand.

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"Okay. You are indeed a true gentleman." Lin Hui laughed and said to Hua Xiong, "Look, your worries are unnecessary."

Smiling awkwardly, Hua Xiong quickly apologized.

Qin Lang lowered his head, but the corners of his eyes twitched, because during the period of following Hua Xiong, Qin Lang knew that Hua Xiong was not a very powerful character, and I am afraid only the city lord who kept it secret would think of such worries.

"However." Lin Hui changed the topic again: "In half a year, or as little as three months, the war in Donglong City will begin."

"Start a war?" Qin Lang raised his head and guessed something in his mind, but still pretended not to understand, so he asked: "What happened to the Lord of the City?"

Lin Hui looked at him, the smile on his face never disappeared, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal. I have already agreed to the Darcy tribe matter, and I will do it according to Hua Xiong's words. But, what happens next?

I hope Darcy can play a role in this matter."

Qin Lang's heart sank, knowing that he had been tricked by this old fox.

I'm afraid that if the war breaks out, the cannon fodder will be the Darcy tribe, but now that the situation has come to an end, we simply have to resort to tricks. Darcy is in need of capable soldiers to train, so he said: "Darcy will naturally go all out, but Darcy has always been free.

Since we don’t have the talent to train soldiers, can we ask General Mingqi to help?”

City Lord Lin Hui frowned, picked up the white fan, thought for a while but still didn't unfold it, and said with a smile: "It's very good to say that, so let's do it. However, when the war starts, I hope that the Daxi tribe will have the right to transfer

can……"

Qin Lang's face darkened, he pondered for a moment, and said, "I have to talk to Chief Darcy about this matter."

Lin Hui laughed and said: "Brother Qin Lang, don't be too nervous. I admire your talent very much, as for that!" He said this very plainly.

With a happy face on his face, Qin Lang secretly cursed the city lord for not being a good guy, thanked him repeatedly, and then left the conference room.

By the time he had just left the conference room.

Lin Hui, who had always been smiling, had a stern look in his eyes. Internally, Lin Hui was a classist. He had never looked down on people other than nobles, even if Qin Lang's martial arts were outstanding.

Born to be noble and humble.

The Daxi tribe wants to get a piece of their own land, and this is the condition.

The white fan opened with a flash, and a black hawk came to life on the fan. Hua Xiong's face tightened. He had been with the city lord for more than ten years and knew that when the fan opened, something terrible was about to happen.

He quickly went to close the door.

There is going to be a war.

Come on, Qin Lang left Donglong City that night.

This damn Mingqi is not trustworthy. He definitely knows that there is going to be a war. Otherwise, how could he have handed over Mingxi to him in advance.

A group of old foxes, all of them are old foxes.

Just after Qin Lang left Donglong City, a letter of declaration came from the city lord's palace and was handed to more than a dozen riders as soon as he left the door.

More than ten riders ran out of the city and disappeared into the wilderness in a moment.

After traveling all night, Qin Lang was very tired and rushed into Daxi's tribe and directly entered Daxi's camp.

In the middle of the night, Luda was sleeping soundly when he was startled awake by Qin Lang who came in a hurry. From his impression, Qin Lang had never been in such a hurry.

"Quick, go and call your brother here, there's something big going on! Oh, let me drink some water first."

Luda quickly called the guards to call Lu Xi, who quickly poured water for Qin Lang and asked: "Brother Qin Lang, what's wrong? Are you so panicked?"

"Damn it!" Qin Lang said with a gloomy face, "You're plotting against those guys in Donglong."

"Calculated? What kind of statement is this?" Ruda's heart tightened. What they had been planning was very risky. Judging from the current situation, the accumulated strength of the Darcy tribe is not enough to compete with Donglong.

After explaining everything one by one, Ruda frowned and sat on the chair. This matter was very tricky and anyone could get it. Darcy would definitely be sent to the most dangerous place during the war.

This city lord is really vicious.

"Brother Qin Lang, do you have any ideas?"

Although Qin Lang was panicking, he always felt that there was something hidden in his heart.

At this time, Lu Xi also came and entered the camp. Ruda explained the matter. Lu Xi slammed his fist on the table and cursed: "What are you afraid of? At worst, we don't rely on him. We will fight with him."

"This is not the best policy." Qin Lang sighed and was about to speak.

But at this moment, there was a noise outside the camp, and four people opened the tent curtain and rushed in, all with angry expressions.

The leader is the leader named Liu Wu. He has a letter in his hand.

"Leader Luda, please give us an explanation. What is going on?" The envelope was thrown on the table. Luda picked it up and took a look, his expression changed drastically. He quickly gave it to Qin Lang.

After receiving the letter, Qin Lang unfolded it and saw what was written on it: The Daxi tribe returned to Donglong City on a certain day of the month, and if the refugee tribes followed suit, they would get benefits.

Silence, the short silence in the camp seemed to prove something.

Liu Wudao: "Leader Ruda, how do you explain this matter? Don't you know the grudge between the refugees and Donglong City? If we really want to surrender, our Dongcun tribe has already surrendered to Donglong, why should we depend on you?

"

Questions kept coming.

Qin Lang was slightly angry. Lin Hui was indeed not a simple character. He had seen a lot of things clearly when he came back. By doing this, he was probably planning to completely break up the Darxi tribe and the refugees.

"Bah!" Qin Lang stood up and stared at the four people who came in as he slapped the table.

Among the four, he only knew Liu Wu.

"Today, there is no East Village tribe. Liu Wu, please watch your words."

Everyone was already there, including Luda and Lu Xi.

Liu Wu snorted coldly and said: "I've always heard that you are the real person in charge of Darcy's affairs. Now it seems that I am afraid that you are the one responsible for this."

A man behind him also shouted: "Chief Ruda, is this true?"

Quietly winking at Lu Da and Lu Xi, Qin Lang stared at Liu Wu and the man and said coldly: "If you don't believe Darcy, you have to go on your own, but now the Lord of Donglong City has returned. Then you will

Whether you can survive is a question. Besides, without the support of the Daxi tribe, can you survive the winter?"

"You!" Liu Wu's heart trembled. Qin Lang hit the point every time. He really didn't dare to do this, but as a tough guy who must fight against Donglong City to the end, he couldn't stand Darcy's deception.

: "Hmph, maybe there is only one place in the world for you, Darcy, so I can take refuge with Suihan and Yinxiu."

"Yes!" The four of them started to make a fuss.

Qin Lang's face was frosty and he said coldly: "You have to go on your own, Darcy won't stay."

No one thought that Qin Lang was so powerful. This sentence stopped all their thoughts. Liu Wu stared at Luda and said: "Okay, leader Luda, don't you want to say a word?"

"What are you talking about? You eat and use Darcy's food and raise fat heads and big ears. Do we, Darcy, still need your consent to do things?" At this time, an old man's curse suddenly came from outside the tent.

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Amidst the clicking sound of the cane, Old Sartre appeared at the door. He stared at the four people and shouted: "Get out of here, get out of here!"

"Let's go!" Liu Wu said this when he saw old Sartre. There was no room for maneuver in this matter. He glanced at the three people in the tent and left the tent.

Old Sartre drove them away and walked in slowly.

Luda sighed and said, "Brother Qin Lang, this is the matter." Just as he was about to speak, Old Sartre suddenly slapped him on the head and taught him a lesson: "Little bastard, what are those white-eyed wolves doing? Qin

The Daxi tribe has only grown in size for a few days since the wave came. Do you think he will harm us?"

Surprised, Qin Lang didn't expect Old Sartre to help him, so he quickly poured him a glass of water and said: "Uncle Sartre, drink some water."

Old Sartre didn't answer, just looked at him and said: "You are also at fault in this matter, you have to give us an explanation."

Qin Lang smiled bitterly and said: "What else can be explained? Lin Hui's fox is too cunning, and I, the hunter, made a miscalculation."

"Is there any way to rescue him?" Lu Xi asked from the side.

Qin Lang looked at the two of them, then looked at Old Sartre and said: "If you three believe in Qin Lang, Qin Lang just wants to say one thing, no matter what happens, we need to twist into a rope, so that there will be no mistakes.

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"Brother Qin Lang, what are you talking about? We have been brothers for a long time." Luda responded. Although many things happened before, the two brothers regarded Qin Lang as their biological brother from the moment they accepted Qin Lang's suggestion.

"Okay, if that's the case, please don't doubt what I'm going to do next. You will definitely be able to get the results before the war is explained." A hint of ferocity flashed in Qin Lang's eyes.

Since the city lord wants to push him to a dead end, don't blame yourself for being cruel. (To be continued...)