Dragon Bone Mountain, Wolf House, White Tomb, Grand Mansion, Pictographic Land, Weak Water Source...

　　 Dongxia was the first to search in **** blankly.

　　 Exploring all the way, all the corpses, the somewhat older middle-aged man holding the photo in his hand, tirelessly asking every creature, iron stone, relic, and even wild beasts and insects that he encounters along the way:

　　 "Did you see my friend?"

　　 The answer is no.

　　 is not here, nor there, there is no trace of the lost girl anywhere.

　　 In the end, the desperate Fu Canguang was alone and stepped onto the planned assembly point, dusty, dusty... and bloody.

　　 The fierce intent and hostility of almost countless **** creatures before they died wrapped around his body, almost covering the light of the lucky beast's blessing.

　　 looks like a human-shaped demon.

　　 Rome Tier 5 Hermes, who was squatting in front of the camp, was so far away that he saw the blood gas that had almost turned into a scarlet pillar, and almost sounded the alarm.

　　 "What's the matter?" Hermes widened his eyes and walked around the unicorn several times, "You're not right!"

　　 "Sorry, I killed a bit more on the road."

　　 Fu Aftergwang asked for a bottle of water, wiped his face, and asked, "How about everyone, are you here?"

　　 "Ah, it's almost waiting for the last few of you." After Hermes verified that he was right, he was surprised: "It looks so embarrassing, how did you make it like this?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I might have messed up." Fu Canguang turned his head and glanced at the traction rope around his waist. He hesitated to say something. In the end, he sighed helplessly: "I lost my teammate. , Did not find it back."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 Hermes was taken aback, "You mean, Emperor Bai?"

　　 Fu Afterglow was silent, his eyes twitched.

　　 There is an ominous premonition.

　　 "……"

　　 While in silence, Hermes, subconsciously glanced behind him, and said puzzledly: "She arrived sixteen days ago, she arrived earlier than me!"

　　 said, he asked suspiciously: "I said, are you lost?"

　　 "……"

　　 The afterglow expression on the talisman stagnated, almost solidifying a stone statue.

　　 On his shoulder, the dying white dove seemed to smell something, suddenly flapped its wings, made a happy cooing sound, and flew towards its owner.

　　 is just behind the door of nothingness.

　　 In the camp like bubbles.

　　 Behind a pile of glove boxes, there was a bunch of sleepy hair, cautiously poking out... prying.

　　 "Uncle Fu, you are here."

　　 The girl plucked up courage and squeezed an innocent smile.

　　 responded to her like a roar of thunder.

　　 Fu Canguang was furious, and pulled out an eight-section whip from behind. The thunder light crackled and said, "Chu Qingyu!!! Come here for me!!!"

　　 "I don't!"

　　 Chu Qingyu suddenly shrank his head, hid behind the box, and shouted: "Xuanniao said he wouldn't let you beat someone! I want to report! You abused child labor!"

　　 "You are past fourteen long ago! Count as a fart child laborer!"

　　 Fu Canguang pulled her ears to lift the squatting girl up, and scolded: "How many more times, don't run around! Don't run around! Don't run around! I have all **** with a rope, why can't I control it!"

"I didn't mean it, anyone accidentally stepped on a breakpoint, but it took a long time for people to come here, and almost got lost! You don't care about me, oh oh oh... "

　　 As he talked, the little girl under the glare burst into tears.

　　 If you are a member of the Social Security Bureau, you have already experienced Bai Dizi's full-point acting skills, so naturally you would not like this one. But now, in other tents in the camp, many people have already poked their heads out in shock.

　　 The lady with the feather crown on her head became serious: "Mr. Fu, you are like this, in America, you will be dragged to talk."

　　 "The child is still young, so please speak slowly."

　　 "This is too rough."

　　 "That's it."

　　Obviously came a dozen days earlier, and everyone’s favorability was filled by Bai Dizi. At this moment, in the eyes of many shocked and accusing Fu Canguang, he felt the long-lost high blood pressure.

　　 When someone was talking to him, Chu Qingyu's pretended crying gradually stopped, but a pair of tearful eyes Zabazhaba looked at the afterglow of the talisman, causing the corners of his eyes to twitch.

　　 "Huh? Has Mr. Fu arrived?"

　　 In the innermost tent, a rather young lady came out and smiled and waved: "It just so happens. I just made lunch. If you don't dislike it, let's go together?"

　　 "...I have work."

　　 Fu residual light nodded, Su Rong responded, turned his head and glared at the girl next to him, and after knocking her head twice, she didn't care about putting her own pigeon.

　　 Eat first.

　　.

　　 In hell, it is troublesome to be refined for lunch.

　　 But when everyone is sitting around the long table, no matter how picky people are, it doesn’t matter whether the lunch is rich or not.

Even if it’s been several times throughout the entire scene, I’m afraid it’s difficult to make up such an exaggerated lineup—the first Qilin·Fu Canguang in Eastern Xia, the second Phoenix·White Emperor; America’s Big Mother·Awenhai ', The Shadow of the Feathered Serpent·Trotsul, the Ancient Echo·Tipyuret; the two holy spirits of the Russian Federation: the wise angel Cherub, the angel Toronus, they even embrace Gabriel’s Rod; Hermes of the Mercury Hall in Rome, Mars, the apostle of war, with the sword of wolf blood beside him; Katikia, the leader of the destruction of the Tianzhu lineage, and the great master Samantha, At the same time, it is also the auspicious sky that created the branch... and even the fifth order of the Nordic lineage of the Astronomical Society, Nukus, the fifth order of the Assyrian lineage of the ashes.

　　 Even the autistic Egyptian pedigree has sent the second prince, Seth, the desolate **** of this generation.

　　 In the entire present realm, among the fifth ranks with names and surnames, almost all the people who are known for their combat effectiveness gathered here.

　　 And the young lady who made this lunch by herself is one of the twin natural enemies of Rome, Lukia!

　　 And since she appeared here, her brother, Lucius, the dark side of the double-faced god, would certainly not be far away.

　　 It's just that the dark natural enemy is well aware of his own inherent attributes and the impact on others, and he is unwilling to show up easily and disturb the atmosphere of lunch.

　　 For Fu Canguang, basically, when I look around, they are all acquaintances, and some have even fought, even more than once.

　　 It’s just that, under the auspices of the natural enemies, everyone did not turn over the old accounts of the past, and they did not know the importance of falling out on this occasion.

　　 It’s just that some people who eat it don’t think so much...

　　 "I said what's going on, I smelled the smell of this quilted snake from afar, and almost vomited it out. Trosseur, can trash like you now represent the American lineage?"

　　 In the darkness outside the door, a line of distant figures slowly approached, accompanied by the crisp sound of shackles rubbing.

　　 At the forefront, Lucian, who was carrying a wind lantern, took off his hat and greeted everyone present: "There are many twists and turns on the road. I was late for a while, I hope it's not too late."

　　 "You are here just right, Mr. Lucian, lunch has just been prepared, do you want a bowl?" Lucia smiled and invited.

　　 "The lunch of the hands of the Golden Palace is really tempting, but unfortunately, I ate it on the road. I won't disturb the Yaxing of your meal."

　　 Lucian smiled and declined, and after handing the key to the shackles to Lucia, he nodded and said goodbye, and went out to rest with Tony who was trying to eliminate the sense of existence.

　　 "Mr. Luo hasn't seen you in a long time." Lukia took the lead to look at the burly old man walking in front: "It seems that the style is still very...give me something?"

　　 "No, I don't plan to gain muscle recently, it's not time to eat yet."

　　 The old man pulled a chair and sat next to him: "What you eat is what you eat, don't care about me."

　　 "So, what about Mr. Douglas?" Lukia asked.

　　 "Me? It's not delicious, I'm not polite."

The prisoner unceremoniously lifted his hood, grinned, and smiled mockingly at the people present: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but they have all changed new faces. Don't talk about the trash of Trosius, Avin. Has Haye changed too?"

　　 "Your Excellency General, there are no soldiers for you here."

　　 Avin Hai raised his eyes and looked over: "I really hope you can learn a little politeness after staying in Yingzhou for so long."

　　 Beside her, the indifferent Trosseur lowered his head and cut the steak on the plate, chewing silently, without saying a word, but the sound of the teeth colliding was like bone rubbing, with a cold chill.

　　 As the shadow of the feather snake, the incarnation of the gods of calamity and undead, he would naturally not talk nonsense with a guy who had long been expelled from the American lineage because of a mere quarrel.

　　 And under Lukia's gentle gaze, Douglas didn't mock it any more, he didn't care about the shackles on his wrists and chewed openly.

　　 But, I swept across the table, and when I saw the afterglow of the talisman, I felt cold for a moment.

　　 Immediately after, seeing the Emperor Bai, he finally showed a kind smile.

　　 "Long time no see, little girl."

　　 He wiped the sauce from his beard, "Are you okay lately?"

"what?"

　　The distracted Bai Dizi raised his head and looked at the end of the long table as if he finally saw Douglas sitting there. He was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed a surprise smile that surprised Douglas.

　　 It's like a long time never met.

　　 did not hide the joy and joy.

　　 She almost jumped up from the chair and waved in surprise.

　　 "Dad~"

　　 The moment the crisp voice spread, Douglas's expression stiffened on his face, like petrified. But the ten fingers of the pair of iron fists trembled involuntarily.

　　 her complexion turned red.

　　 Just like when I was praised and summoned by the supreme king, the joy and happiness that have been missing for a long time filled my chest.

Heart! dirty! stop! Jump!

　　 Then, I realized that Fu Canguang and Luo Si had the same look in the trash, and the direction of the girl's eyes seemed to be wrong?

　　Why look at your...behind?

　　 Until then, a palm was pressed on his shoulder without warning, and he patted twice.

　　 "Hey! Hey! This friend, don't be silly, please give in, thank you..."

　　 The traveler in the tattered cloak squeezed into the tent, dropped the cumbersome backpack behind, and squeezed through the general's chair, then lifted his hood, revealing the shaggy face.

　　 "Oh, my cutie is growing taller!"

　　 He lifted the excited girl in front of him, "Have you listened to your mother's obedient at home? Didn't you ask Lao Fu to look for someone this time?

　　 By the way, how many did you take the math test? Why did you hang up before you made it clear? "

　　 "Uh..."

　　 Chu Qingyu's smile stiffened a little, and in front of the deadly third company, he looked away awkwardly.

　　 "No way, study hard." The traveler's expression gradually became solemn: "Daddy, I was math..."

　　"Brother said that your math test is not as good as mine~lightnovelpub.net~ Chu Qingyu interrupted: "He said that you have studied science for two years, afraid that you won't be able to pass the test, so you changed to liberal arts to study archeology! "

　　 "Why are archaeological matters not counted as sciences! We archaeological researchers are comprehensive talents. Where can the arts and sciences be distinguished?"

　　 The furious father widened his eyes: "Xiaohong, the broken child is getting more and more disgusting. You must educate him when you look back. Also, don't you want to run..."

　　 said, he touched his beard affectionately, "Eh, did you miss me? Did you? Did you?"

　　 Then there was a giggle.

　　 so crisp.

　　 Not far away, at the end of the long table, I saw how the father and daughter looked so intimate. The general silently bit the deformed fork in his hand and chewed the iron pieces with a creak.

　　 is like biting a handkerchief.

　　 The eye sockets are red, and the fists are hard!

　　 But what can I do if my fist is hard?

　　 can't beat it again. Besides, is this something that can be beaten?

　　 After more than eighty years, Douglas once again deeply realized the same truth after the defeat of the last election for the master of the pedigree.

　　Sometimes, some things, before they start, they have already lost at the starting line...

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