The night on the plain is gentle and beautiful, as quiet as a shy girl.
However, people on the plains had no intention of appreciating the beauty of this girl.
In the end, the girl's tranquility was taken away by time without mercy. A trace of orange-colored white light appeared on the dark sky, and the leaves and turf left behind, reflecting a magnificent light.
Morning is here.
The rising morning light shone the earth in slightest, and everything on the plain became clear.
At this time, the ordinary teams on the plain had already retreated, leaving only scattered camps and scattered trees, which separated the huge plain alone.
In one of the camps, two women with almost the same appearance were dressed in pure white cloaks, covered their perfect faces, and synchronized out of the tent where they were.
A waiter was waiting outside the tent. When he saw the two girls appear, he put away the burning look on his face and said with a flattering look: "Two ladies, how could you rest last night?"
The two women looked at each other and did not answer the topic. They just asked lightly: "Where is Mr. Nangong?"
"The young master has woken up and is waiting for the two of you to go in the main account to determine the specific destination."
"Then let's go."
One of the women said, hearing this, he walked in front of him and led the way.
After coming to the main tent, the man reported respectfully outside, then opened the curtain for the two women, stood aside, and stopped talking.
The two girls entered one after another, and a familiar laugh came from the tent. A handsome young man sat on the main seat and looked at the arrival of An Er Moses and smiled politely, "Two Miss Moses, how could he rest last night?"
At this time, there were only two people in the main tent, one was the young man sitting in the main seat, the royal representative of this trip, the youngest prince of Emperor Fan Sheng, and the other was the guard standing respectfully beside him, Yang Wutian.
If Nangong Mozhong was kind, he did not get any good response, but instead played the opposite effect.
Hearing this, the two girls frowned, and the woman walking behind muttered even more: "The object looks like the shape of the master."
Although the main account is large, it is relatively speaking. As a tent that is absent from work, how big can it be? Therefore, Nangong Mozhong heard this in full and his face changed.
However, just as he was about to have an attack, the woman walking in front immediately put away the strange color on her face, showed a smile, and then said aloud: "Your Highness, let's talk about the serious business."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, when she faced Nangong Mozhong, she changed her name and no longer called the latter the prince, but the prince.
As he said that, he took off the cloak's hood, revealing his beautiful face. Even though Nangong Mozhong had already seen their sisters' appearance, he couldn't tell whether she was a sister or a sister at this time.
Another woman sat on her own in an empty position next to her.
Only then can everyone conclude that the former is the sister and the latter is the sister.
"Miss An'er, we can basically determine the place we are going several miles southeast of this cave. I wonder what your family thinks?" Nangong Mozhong said.
Listening to Nangong Mozhong's vague statement, even though Yian'er and Moses' temper couldn't help but feel unhappy and said coldly: "Master Nangong, how many miles do you mean?"
"There is no rush. When you get to the place, Miss An'er will naturally know."
"oh?"
An'er Moses smiled meaningfully and said, "If the prince doesn't believe in our tribe, why would he invite us sisters here?"
"Miss An'er calms down. What our son means is that we cannot be sure for the time being."
Yang Wutian took over the conversation, but his kind-hearted rescue action was not understood by Nangong. The latter angrily scolded: "When is it your turn to speak here?"
Yang Wutian's face changed, but he still lowered his head and stopped talking, looking as if he was scolded.
At this time, Nangong Mozhong continued to speak: "Miss An'er, why did I look for your wing tribe? As early as when I was writing a book to your father, I had already stated that if you were unwilling to cooperate, you could leave at any time."
"Leave?" An'er Moses suddenly raised his voice.
"You can't decipher the content on the broken picture, and just relying on our clan. Now that we have deciphered the content, we are going to ask us to leave? How can such a good thing be done in this world?"
"Is that so? Miss Moses, what else have you done before you arrived in the East Moon Continent besides traveling around?"
"You! If it weren't for us, could you determine this position?"
Kier Moses stood up from the chair, and she seemed even more angry than her sister.
Nangong Mozhong smiled slightly sarcastically and said, "It's ridiculous! This position has been calculated by us for a long time, but we are just not sure. Even without you, we can be sure."
"Nangong Mozhong, Nangong family, you are very nice, Qier, let's go!"
An'er Moses grabbed the angry Kier Moses and wanted to leave.
"I want to leave now? It's too late! I can't, Wuyuan, take them down!"
Nangong Mozhong shouted, it seemed that he was going to completely tear his face.
Seeing this, Yang Wutian hurriedly dissuaded: "Master! They are princesses of the Winged Humans, so you can't do this!"
"Nonsense! I don't know they are princesses? When the matter is done, just put the blame on the ruins. How can treasure hunting be without surprises?"
Nangong Mozhong looked disdainful and continued, "Besides, we are not afraid of the Winged Humans. If we find treasures in the ruins, we will not take this small alien race seriously. Stop talking nonsense and do something for me!"
"Owner..."
Yang Wutian wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Nangong Mozhong: "Just follow the order! Don't mention it again! Otherwise, I will kill you!"
"Yes! Master!"
Yang Wutian had no choice but to respond helplessly. Even if he had thousands of unhappy in his heart, he had to obey the orders.
As soon as Yang Wutian finished speaking, a gray-black shadow flashed through the main tent, and his figure disappeared again, disappearing.
Seeing this, Sister An'er and Moses looked like a small look: There were other people hidden in this tent? And they didn't notice it before?
Also, it seems that the other party can actually hide in the air. Could this be the invisible stealth recorded in the secret book of the ancestors?
A series of question marks emerged in her heart, and at the same time, it aroused her bad premonition.
However, An'er Moses still laughed calmly and said, "Hehe, you, Nangong Mozhong, are you too arrogant? Do you think they can take us down?"
At this time, a sneer came from outside the door: "Haha, what if that's the case, what if we add a few of us?"
Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly appeared, and the main account tent was lifted off. It turned out that several masters had been ambushing around the main account!
Saint-level warrior!?
An'er Moses' pupils shrank, and his face became solemn that he had never been able to be!