"I'll go, this kid is too smart!" Song Lingluo then realized.

"A, just a, both a are long enough faces." Sun Shengli couldn't help laughing.

"That's right..." Sun Shengli suddenly curled his smile.

Yu Dinghai and Song Lingluo looked around at the same time, alerting him.

“It’s time to start.”

When the two nodded, Sun Shengli revealed his voice, which was a kind of sorrow and a little confused. This was hard to see in an elder of the Twelve Halls.

"I really don't know if I should let these kids see it."

"You are old." Yu Dinghai smoked again.

"Of course I'm old, no one can stay young forever." The folds on Sun Shengli's face piled up together.

"That battle is enough to prove the benefits of this kind of thing for newcomers. And this time, it's even more rare."

"But the key to the problem is... before the war begins, none of us knows how many enemies there will be, and how powerful enemies it will be."

"The sky collapses and the kings are staring at each other, and the elders will be there when the kings die... The next time you come down is what you should worry about." Yu Dinghai looked sarcastic and repeated, "You are really old..."

"Hehe, you look like when I was young." Sun Shengli disagreed.

"What did you look like when you were young?" Song Lingluo said.

"Just like me! A stinking hooligan!" Yu Dinghai teased.

"It seems that you still have a clear understanding of yourself."

"Do you want to know what I did after you fell into a coma in the woods?" Yu Dinghai smiled lamely, making Song Lingluo instantly burst out.

"Really, one day I will kill you!" Song Lingluo said viciously, but never took action.

"It seems that you have a clear understanding of yourself." Yu Dinghai still disagreed and turned to Sun Shengli and said, "That's right, a certain king will come in person, right?"

"Maybe, or maybe it's some old man."

"It's true, my expectations for the immortals are higher than those of the kings."

Yu Dinghai looked excited. Even though he had been in the Twelve Palace for many years, he had never seen the people from the Elderly Council enter the battlefield.

"But it may also be the special operations commissioner." Sun Shengli poured cold water on his basin of cold water.

"Anyway... this battle is not easy to fight."

...

"Okay, okay, I'll go to bed quickly." Qi Wenchao roared around the mountain with his throat, like a shepherd. After the day of grazing, he was about to drive the flock back to his nest.

But these sheep can understand human words, but they can't.

"Boy, do you want to be beaten?" Qi Wenchao said, kicking the newcomer in the butt, and with the two in front of him, he fell into the rest area divided into the red bricks.

They have to take a day off here to let these newlyweds who are inverted with black and white have a good sleep. Of course, the most important thing is that the information statistics of Maotu Palace will take a certain amount of time.

Qi Wenchao was elected as the commander of the sheep by a group of comrades, responsible for pulling back the red brick newcomers outside the big circle. But he was very happy because two out of the soldiers he brought out!

Two ah!

He, Qi Wenchao, is just a D-level.

But it doesn’t matter much. In two days, his transfer letter to Mount Everest District will be released. In fact, there is no need to apply. Mount Everest District has never been short of people. The Twelve Palaces are afraid that you will not apply, so there is never any example of rejection.

Can it become stronger?

He is just a D.

The Twelve Palaces often say that they believe in miracles, but miracles happen far less than they imagined... But how could they say it be called miracles?

Qi Wenchao smiled since then, and when he fell into the eyes of others, he smiled so much that he was so happy.

The supervisors of two divine A-level recruits, this incense is just about the popularity. Not to mention the success, no matter where they go in the future, no matter where they go, no one will cause trouble for him.

It's the best gift to not trip up.

Qi Wen was so happy that he couldn't stop talking, but... Ling Luo didn't seem to like a peaceful life. The girl seemed to be born to become stronger and to kill the gods...

"Sentimentality is humanity..." Qi Wenchao walked slowly, "You're right?"

There was a cloud of air in front of me, and I don’t know who Qi Wenchao was talking to or talking to himself.

Quietness starts from a certain point and gradually spreads to the entire mountain. The new and old people who have been sleeping all night because of excitement and awakening.

Bai Qiuan quietly got up.

The veteran on duty glanced at him.

"I'll go to the toilet." Bai Qiuan suppressed his voice.

"Go."

The veteran met Bai Qiuan, a famous A-level newcomer from his friend in the early morning, so he was easy to talk to.

Bai Qiuan greeted him all the way, and then went further and further.

There is a broken wall on one side of the mountain, with strong wind and light, suitable for breeze and enjoying the scenery.

"What a great view." Bai Qiuan deliberately amplified the voice. After a long time, he stretched his waist and looked back.

No one.

Bai Qiuan sat by the broken wall.

He really hoped that his Pomi phone that had been using for three years would be around, but he was even more glad that the thing was not there.

August 15, 2005, and now it has been eighteen years. Bai Qiuan celebrated six Mid-Autumn Festival and eight birthdays... The gift he received last birthday... seemed to be a remote-controlled racing car worth 79 yuan.

It's been ten years.

If it weren't for this mooncake, Bai Qiuan would have almost forgot his own birthday. In fact, when the mooncake was in hand, Bai Qiuan didn't remember it either.

He was shocked when he was just sleeping, and then he suddenly felt up. He got up and found a place where no one was there to celebrate.

It's a coming-of-age ceremony after all, isn't it?

Although it was a little late...

Bai Qiuan smiled foolishly and touched his nose, fumbled with his other hand. Then he frowned slightly... There was another moon cake in his pocket.

"It shouldn't be..."

Bai Qiuan recalled that he was very awake this day... No, he seemed to have fainted for a while in Wu Qingcheng.

It seems that Wu Qingcheng, as the owner of the Maotu Palace, has the ability to know his birthday. But giving mooncakes... it makes no sense, the two of them have no relatives and no reason.

Bai Qiuan scratched his head, and he usually wouldn't tell others about his birthday. As for what kind of mentality is, he himself is not very clear.

He knew it himself... probably Bai Ma still remembers it occasionally.

"Huh~"

Bai Qiuan stared blankly at the mooncakes that were inexplicably extra in his hand, then unpacked them and took a big bite.

"I'm going to win over it nakedly... But I want to buy me Bai Qiuan with a piece of mooncake. It's a great idea to make a decision!" Bai Qiuan said vaguely, and before he finished eating, he sent another bite in.

Chewing, it was choking.

But Bai Qiuan kept chewing, trying to use this method to suppress a certain feeling that came out of his heart. This is his specialty. As long as he is willing, there is nothing he can't suppress.

Bai Qiuan smiled foolishly and began to swallow his mouth.

"Huh~"
Chapter completed!