After passing the waiting hall, Ye Tianlong and others soon saw the transport plane in southern Xinjiang docking on the apron.
At this moment, at the entrance of the apron, Jiro Matsumoto, Pas Milton, and others had already waited here again.
After the two sides met, Matsumotojiro said with a gloomy face: "Sir Dragon God, we have cleared the airport according to your requirements. When will you fulfill your promise?"
Ye Tianlong smiled and said, "When I return to Long Kingdom, the southern Xinjiang fighter jet formation and warship formation will naturally evacuate. I also advise you not to play tricks. Any of your actions will affect your survival and demise. The end of your cleverness will be
It's death."
Matsumotoshiro stared at Ye Tianlong with gritted teeth.
At this moment, he was so angry that he was trembling all over.
This time, what Dragon God and Nanjiang did have made them lose face all over the world.
This revenge must be avenged.
The mountains are high and the road is far away, let’s take a look.
Ye Tianlong looked at Matsumotojilang with a joke on his face.
He knew that the old man didn't say anything.
But I must have greeted my ancestors in my heart for eighteen generations.
Ye Tianlong cleared his throat and continued, "By the way! I want to remind you again, I'm leaving. If you dare to hang out with the embassy if the embassy vents its anger, don't blame me for being ruthless, just let me know.
If you dare to go to the embassy to cause trouble, I will reward you with a nuclear missile."
"You..." Matsumotojiro gritted his teeth angrily before, but now he was so angry that he began to bite his lip, and his whole body was shaking.
This is so fucking bullying.
Ye Tianlong ignored it. He was afraid that if he would continue talking, he would make the old man angry to death.
Then, Ye Tianlong walked to Pasmilton.
The two war gods looked at each other and their murderous aura was stern.
"Dragon God, you think you are showing off all the money, but you are actually digging a grave for yourself. You will be happy for a few days. Everything you have in your hands will soon be destroyed."
Ye Tianlong smiled. He turned his head and looked at the direction of the transport plane, then looked at Pas Milton.
"Milton is afraid of death, don't show off in front of me. I still say the same thing. You can still bark in front of me. I don't want to kill you, I want to keep you practicing."
"If I wanted to kill you, you would never leave that viaduct alive."
"You are now disabled. From now on, you will be the one-armed God of War. You should learn to eat with your left hand first."
After saying that, Ye Tianlong turned his head and shouted, "Let's go."
After saying this, Ye Tianlong walked towards the transport plane, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense to these people.
Aizen and others followed him with the Flame Legion.
Watching them get farther and farther away, Pas Milton touched his hooked nose.
His face was gloomy and his mouth was mumbling.
This dragon-slaying plan was not only unsuccessful, but also suffered heavy losses.
The ancient Zhongyuan was killed.
Jiuju's sect was destroyed.
The war god Takeshita Hiroshita of Sakura Kingdom and his subordinates were also killed.
He also lost his right arm and saved his life.
The more Pas Milton thought about it, the more angry he became.
He was seriously injured by Ye Tianlong before.
At this moment, he was so angry that his old injury relapsed, and he was so angry that he vomited blood.
Seeing this, Matsumotojiro went over to support him.
They will remember the humiliation they suffered this time.
In the future, they will return it to Ye Tianlong ten or a hundred times.
After Ye Tianlong and others boarded the transport plane, the transport plane drew out of the runway and soared into the air.
The transport plane is not like the passenger plane, and it has first-class economy class and other things inside.
The main function of the transport aircraft is to transport materials.
Therefore, it is not that comfortable to sit up.
Ye Tianlong and everyone sat together.
He leaned his back on the seat, squinted his eyes and closed his eyes to rest.
As time went by, several hours passed.
Xie Dong felt a little uncomfortable, so he stood up and sat in front of Ye Tianlong.
"Mr. Ye, when will we be able to arrive in Jiangcheng? It's been so long, why are we still flying!"
Ye Tianlong didn't open his eyes either: "Who said we were going back to Jiangcheng? We are going back to southern Xinjiang."
"Ah?" Xie Dong was a little surprised.
"What? It's so conspicuous for us to return to Jiangcheng like this. We first go to southern Xinjiang, and then let the transport plane take the Flame Legion back to the secret base. We will take the passenger plane back to Jiangcheng tomorrow."
"Okay then!" Xie Dong didn't say anything.
Aizen took over the conversation: "Rong Shuai, according to regulations, this wasteful guy and that big sister are not allowed to enter southern Xinjiang!"
Ye Tianlong continued: "Rules are dead, people are alive. When the plane is about to land, cover their eyes."
When Xie Dong heard that he was about to blindfold his eyes, he muttered and said, "No, why do you still have to blindfold your eyes? Your eyes are blindfolded, how can I walk!"
Aizen snorted coldly: "Southern Xinjiang is the lifeline of the Dragon Kingdom, and not everyone can go there. If you don't blindfold, what should you do if you see something you shouldn't see? You can follow us later!"
Xie Dong looked at Aizen with a smile: "Even if you climb, someone will have to give me some advice. Sister Aizen, why don't you help me later!"