Southern Xinjiang is nothing more than a palm-sized territory.
Its territory is mainly composed of swamps and hills and mountains, and the climate is extremely hot and humid, which is very suitable for the growth of poisonous insects.
However, the quality of life of local residents is much worse, and can even be considered poverty.
Real poverty is far worse than when Dong Chen was ruled by the spirit of chaos.
What Southern Xinjiang has always been best at is watching the vicious fight between Xijiu and Dongchen with a cold eye, playing the role of a clown in it, constantly making Tiaozi worsen the relationship between the two countries.
Therefore, for thousands of years, this small country has been steadily reaping profits.
Now, we have reached the stage where our lips are dying and our teeth are cold. It is completely impossible to reap the benefits.
"Is Southern Xinjiang just going to launch an attack on Xijiu?" Obviously, Xuanyuan Yu saw through this easily.
Ling Luo looked extremely serious and said: "I don't know, Yu, we have to go back to the general's mansion quickly, and then tell grandpa about this matter, and then go to the palace to meet the saint."
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu nodded lightly.
Half an hour later, Heiyu landed in an open space in a dark alley, the busiest street in Yingyang City.
The group of people exited the dark alley and entered Yingyang Street.
The familiar bustling streets, the familiar bustling crowds, and the familiar cries of the night market.
Ling Luo took a deep breath, it was the smell of hometown.
Although I only lived in this place for a few months after being reborn, an inexplicable bond has been formed unknowingly.
This is the land where Ling Zhan, Xiao Jie and Ran Ran live, and she must protect it.
Raise your head and look up at the sky.
It is still a clear deep blue.
It seems that the large swarm of poisonous insects has not attacked yet. Black Feather's speed is as fast as lightning, and they are one step ahead after all.
"This is Master's country!" Xun'er held Ling Luo's hand, blinked his extremely pure ice blue eyes, and looked at the bustling streets with interest, "Sure enough, unlike Dong Chen, it won't snow.
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"Wow! It's the moon!"
Xun'er felt as if she had discovered a new continent, full of curiosity about everything. She raised her head and looked up at the full moon like a silver disk in the clear and deep blue sky.
"It's so beautiful. Xun'er has never seen the moon before!"
Ling Luo lowered his head and looked at Xun'er's innocent and delicate face, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.
"Let's go, Xun'er, let's go home."
The group of several people attracted the attention of many people along the way.
A handsome and evil man, a beautiful and elegant woman, an angelic three-year-old little girl, sitting on an extremely fat pig-like black cat, and a cute white cat with wings.
Hair dumplings.
However, soon, someone recognized Ling Luo.
"Look, isn't that the missing third lady of the Ling family and her beggar husband?"
"Yes! Didn't you say that when you were performing a mission at Jiulan Academy, you unfortunately fell into the depths of the earth and disappeared?"
"Everyone in the college thought she was dead! No trace of her was found for a month, and General Ling's mansion had already given up and opened a mourning hall for her in the mansion."
"Shhh - don't say it, it's so unlucky."
"Tsk, tsk, tell me, could it be that Miss Ling San's soul has returned home? It seems like she's burning her head today."
"Hey! Don't scare me!"
"What is it if it's not a ghost? Think about it, those two people fell directly into the center of the Gods Mountains. It was a dead mountain without any living things!"