Qingzhou, Qingcheng.

Tonight, Qingcheng is brightly lit and the fire lights reflect the sky, as if bringing endless prosperity.

In the city lord's mansion.

The Qingzhou guards wearing flag armor, Yang Hu, sat silently on the chair. He grabbed a long knife in his hand and wiped the long knife silently with the jumping candlelight.

The blade reflected the candlelight, and the dazzling sword light flashed, leaving a brilliant luster on the dark wall.

He wiped silently, as if he wanted to wipe off the blood from the knife.

It also seems to be to wipe the knife sharper and better cut off the enemy's head.

"Mr. Lu went back and forth between the mansions of the Gods, the Immortals and other powerful tribes at this Qingzhou Conference, but he was repeatedly turned away. Even the carefully prepared documents were curled up and thrown away by the Immortals, just like garbage."

Yang Hu rubbed the long knife, with a hint of sadness and anger in his eyes.

He was secretly protecting Mr. Lu in the dark, but he saw that Lu Mangran could obtain enough compensation for the dead human warriors in this meeting, and was humble and lost all his dignity.

There was a burst of fire in his heart.

However, sometimes, being humble cannot change anything.

After all, it's still too weak.

Yang Hu's movement of wiping the long knife became more and more vigorous.

As the Qingzhou garrison commander, Yang Hu really hoped that Lu Mangran could get enough resources and respect for the dead human soldiers who rushed to the battlefield.

After all, most of the warriors who died on the battlefield were bloodline warriors from Qingzhou.

Those men who followed him to fight.

Many people are still young and have not married yet. Some still have young children and elderly parents at home, and some have childhood sweethearts who are looking forward to returning...

Yang Hu really wants to ask for respect and justice for them.

But……

Yang Hu suddenly understood, is the justice of begging back really meaningful?

Looking at the moment when Mr. Lu, who seemed much older, Yang Hu's blood was boiling.

He had a premonition that this Qingzhou conference might not be very friendly to the human race...

The aliens were like evil beasts with fangs spreading their fangs, trying to tear the land of Qingzhou and bit off pieces of fat meat.

Suddenly.

Yang Hu's movement of wiping the long knife was stagnant.

He put away the cloth and put the long sword as bright as a mirror to the sheath.

Yang Hu stood up, wore gold armor, walked out of the room. Beside him, several soldiers followed him silently, and everyone walked to the room where Lu Mangran was.

Waiting quietly.

The Qingzhou Conference is about to begin, and the entire Qingcheng seems to be moving. There are countless alien monks coming and going. At night in Qingcheng, the lights are endless, prosperous and dazzling.

Nowadays, the only one who is truly willing to attend this conference is Lu Mangran, and Yang Hu, who can only hope that Lu Mangran can get compensation for the dead soldiers at the conference and get what they deserve for their sacrifice.

Time passes by bit by bit.

Lu's room was still closed, and there was no sign of opening.

Yang Hu stood straight, like a javelin, and the faces of guards around him showed a little panic.

A guard looked at Yang Hu, looking worried: "Sir, Mr. Lu... Could it be that he is afraid?"

"Mr. Lu is also a human being... He may be afraid and does not want to attend this conference."

However, the words just fell.

Yang Hu's eyes, which seemed to burst out with a knife, suddenly swept.

"Shut up!"

"Why can Mr. Lu ask you to question it!"

Yang Hu said coldly.

Lu Mangran was running around the mansions of the gods and immortals, and Yang Hu knew the neglect and ridicule he suffered!

Therefore, Yang Hu knew better than anyone else that Lu Mangran would not be able to escape!

Anyone may escape, but Lu Mangran will never escape!

Only Yang Hu knew what Lu Mangran was doing.

He might...

Saying goodbye.

...

Inside the house.

Lu Mangran could hear Yang Hu's harsh shout outside the house, and he smiled.

Inside the house, the candles were beating and silent, and the atmosphere was a bit cold and a bit depressing.

"Madam...it's time for us to set off."

Lu Mangran smiled.

Lu's mother sat sideways by the bed, wiping the tears at the corners of her eyes with a silk trouser. Her eyes were swollen and she suddenly looked up when she heard her husband's words.

"My husband, can you not go to this conference?"

Lu's mother's voice was a bit hoarse.

Lu Meng walked to the bed, sat sideways, gently rubbed his wife's white hair mixed with a few strands of white hair. In the past few days when he arrived in Qingzhou, the sad whiteness on his wife's head occurred.

"If I don't go, who will go?"

"After all, I am the Minister of the Honglu Temple. I am in his position and should fulfill my duties."

Lu Mangran had a smile on his face.

However, Lu's mother knew very well that the more relaxed Lu Mangran performed, the more it showed that the situation of this conference might be worse than expected.

"What should we do if we...Ci'er?"

Lu Mu covered her mouth with silk handkerchief, and tears fell like broken beads, constantly falling.

Lu Mian held his wife in a daze and looked up, as if he had seen through the dark breathless night in Qingzhou, looked at Yunlu Academy, and looked at the mountain of hope for the human race.

I vaguely saw my daughter moving forward in the mountains and working hard to become a martial artist.

Lu Mangran had a doting and happy smile on his face.

"The child has grown up, she has her own adventure and her own path."

"A young eagle must leave the nest before it can learn to spread its wings and fly."

"Ci'er can be sensible, she will understand why we do."

"One day, we will be proud of her."

Lu Mangran said softly.

Lu's mother no longer cried, leaned against her husband's chest and looked silently outside the dark window.

"Come on, my husband will comb your hair and dress up. We will attend the conference beautifully, so don't ask those aliens to watch jokes."

Lu Mangran said.

Lu's mother said softly.

Then, the two came to the mirror.

The candlelight was beating quietly, and Lu Meng took the wooden comb and combed his wife's hair lightly, from beginning to end, growing old together.

In the mirror, a touch of bright redness appeared on Lu’s mother’s face.

After dressing up, Lu's mother brought Lu Mangran the official robe. Lu Mangran chuckled, spread his arms, and asked his wife to serve him and wear clothes symbolizing the officials of the Honglu Temple of the Daqing Dynasty.

Crunch.

The closed door opened.

Yang Hu, the commander of Qingzhou who was waiting outside, immediately looked at him and saw Lu Mangran and his wife, radiant and walked out hand in hand.

"Mr. Lu..."

Yang Hu stepped forward.

Lu Mangran was wearing an official robe, full of energy, smiling and confident.

He took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to Yang Hu.

"Mr. Yang, can you help Lu with this letter to Yunlu Academy?"

Lu Mangran said.
To be continued...