Protagonist Aura

Almost on the same day Jiang Liuer rushed to the capital.

Ning Xuanyuan, who was temporarily staying in a mid-range hotel, did not show up for the first time, and there was still a lot of talk about the outside world.

On the one hand, the white dragon young master is kingly way, riding on the wind.

In just a few days, he became a newcomer in the capital, fame and fortune, everything!

On the other hand, whether Ning Xuanyuan will return or not is still like looking at it in a fog, and no one can give a final conclusion.

The third aspect involved core issues. After hearing about the new round of high-level officials, after careful consideration, it was decided that the White Dragon Young Master Wang Dao would beat the drums and play the battle song for the Long Live Army!

This is tantamount to forcibly pushing the kingly way to the top.

Although this Young Master Bailong was severely hindered in becoming the next commander in chief, the monstrous power did not fall at all.

In other words.

The current white dragon young master kingly way, even if he does not have the real command of the general army, the power he has in his hands still contributes to him becoming the well-deserved first person.

Ups and downs.

It seemed to come suddenly.

This kind of unprepared action began to take shape when the top management decided to confirm the kingly way as the next commander in chief, and all parties were psychologically prepared.

However, who would have thought that the people above were so anxious?

As a result, the long-lived army was left with the seven-day rectification time, but it was suddenly delayed. According to the meaning, it was to stay in the capital and continue to delay for another seven days.

Nominally, the drum has been beaten by the king.

However, with such a delay of the expedition date without warning, I am afraid that I still want to wait, the one who everyone is looking forward to and desperately eager to appear!

Of course, not waiting for him to beat the drums.

But with ulterior motives.

After a night of storm.

The atmosphere of the national capital has become more and more solemn, so that it has gradually spread beyond the national capital, radiating dozens of prosperous cities. How many people vaguely feel the unusual smell revealed in the air?

Depressed.

Dull.

Disturbing, even frightening!

"The postponement of the expedition is not just waiting for Ning Xuanyuan to return to the capital, things are definitely not as simple as it seems!"

"how do I say this?"

"Wang Dao's new official is in desperate need of power, and it happened that the Long Live Army all surfaced and gathered in the capital for seven days. Could it be that he was adequately prepared to clean the inside of the Long Live Army?"

Some elders in Guodu are well-informed, after all, this kind of incident that exists on the surface and seems to be able to guess the future development path, often hides other purposes.

The Long Live Army is the strongest elite division in the country.

Leave for too long.

Even if a new round of high-level officials deliberately called back these people, they may not be able to complete the seven or eighty-eights. This time, with the help of the southern dispute, the capital was recalled all at once.

Do not clean it all over again, I am afraid that, as some people questioned back then, is it the Long Live Army raised by the people or his own Long Live Army Ning Xuanyuan?

Seven days.

Enough to change the days of the Long Live Army.

The same reason is enough to make those confidants who are loyal to Ning Xuanyuan and still hold important positions in the Long Live Army today, become prisoners.

Transfer of rights.

Often accompanied by a disaster of blood and light!

This kind of deep-seated crisis can be easily seen by some older people, let alone Wang Bozhao, who has been an official for decades?

just.

At this time, Wang Bozhao didn't have the energy to pay attention to these. Before leaving, he promised Qin Qiu how to take Xuanyuan away and how to return him as it is.

Even as a last resort, disappoint Ning Xuanyuan.

However, Wang Bozhao couldn't bear to miss the promise made by the girl Qin, so he had to do everything to ensure the safety of Ning Xuanyuan and put it first.

"Taking advantage of the old man's face and worth some money, let's go again."

At night.

Wang Bozhao is on his way.

When the belly of the fish in the east was white, and a faint white line appeared in the mountains, the old man finally arrived at an unknown thatched cottage.

Look around.

Within dozens of miles, there are towering ancient trees.

Only in the middle area was a thatched house, surrounded by countless flowers and plants, and a few acres of vegetable plots were ingeniously raised and self-sufficient.

It's still early.

Wang Bozhao waited for more than half an hour.

Just now from among the dense towering trees, I saw an old man carrying a hoe. The old man was thin and thin, but his steps were light.

Even the walking speed is faster than that of a young man in his prime.

After busy working for a long time, this old man who was obviously dressed as a flower farmer, after seeing Wang Bozhao, only cast his eyes lightly, and there was no communication during the whole process.

Wang Bozhao did not say anything.

The old man entered the house on his own. Not long after, he squatted at the simple door with a bowl of onion noodles, and finally said the first sentence, "I'll wait until I'm full."

Wang Bozhao sneered. This looked gentle, an old guy who was about his age, and he was really not polite.

The old man eats slowly, slowly, and he seems to be hanging Wang Bozhao deliberately.

Wang Bozhao smoked four cigarettes back and forth. When the fifth cigarette **** fell, the old man at the door placed a large water bowl on the ground, wiped off his sweat with his arm sleeves, and finally asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please go out to the mountains."

Without waiting for the old man to speak up, Wang Bozhao quickly added, "Xuanyuan has returned to China. The old man is afraid that someone will try to get it wrong, so I want to find more helpers."

"Who did you look for besides me?" The old man raised his head and looked at Wang Bozhao quietly, asking curiously.

Wang Bozhao replied, "Temporarily considering, not sure."

"I am enough."

The old man stood up, straightened his waist, and moved around at will. He estimated that he could set off at any time, but he didn't have a handy weapon in his hand, so he flung it away, picked up the **** at the door, and carried it on his shoulder.

Wang Bozhao was stunned for a long time, and finally laughed helplessly.

After all, this is Wu see from the 13th realm!

"The last time I played so imposingly in the capital, his mother didn't fight. To be honest, she was very depressed. This time I finally took the opportunity."

Wu Jian carried the hoe, and didn't deliberately wait for Wang Bozhao, but walked in front of him cursingly.

Wang Bozhao took the time to raise his head, and the radiance was scattered. He seemed to see an ancient beast, instantly exuding a killing intent!

If time permits.

Wang Bozhao quite wanted to find that kid's master, Yan Zangfeng!

However, since Wu Jian has spoken and there are enough people, he is not prepared to do anything extra!

...

National capital.

Military compound.

A certain young man with sharp eyes and a feminine smile was wearing a knee-length gown, sitting on a sandalwood chair and sipping tea, with his free right hand, he flipped through a list on the table.

The robe is pure white.

Needle threading, exquisite workmanship.

On the shoulders is a white dragon with a wide mouth open.

During this time, although the true face of the deity was not seen, no one would guess that such a prominent costume was the kingly way of the young master Bailong.

In his early twenties, Chen Mansion was introverted, with a warm smile, and looked like a neighbor boy approachable, but at this time, he was swept by waves of death.

He raised his hand, the large list marked with the core members of the Long Live Army, and finally set up Erlang's legs, and in a very strange posture, he made a red cross on a certain black name.

"The new official takes office with three fires. You have to kill a few hard bones and stand up, otherwise you will think that the Long Live Army is still following someone with the surname."

The red handwriting is rigid.

The black marks with the words "Chen Shaobao" gradually blurred.

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