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Chapter 214 Little Sparrow

Louis Fleming walked down Xingcha of Xianzhou with his briefcase in hand and stood in the center of the administrative square. Behind him were rows of disarmed company employees standing in military postures under the scorching sun.

There is a drizzle of mist in the sky and below, and the chilly cold wind blows through, making people feel as if their blood vessels are gradually numbing.

The Cloud Cavalry Army of the Immortal Boat sat under the canopy erected for the warm hospitality of the Beroberg people, drinking hot tea and eating pastries and bread. The Silver-maned Iron Guards and the Cloud Cavalry of the Vidyadhara clan patrolled alternately, and the fragrance of hot tea filled the air. Company employees are eager to see what they have to offer.

Officials affiliated with the Earth Scale Division dug out a few pieces of soil and green plants with a small shovel, placed them in an unknown machine, and stared at the screen as stars flew through the clouds at high speed, carrying waves of air.

Farther away, there is a heroic woman with her hands behind her back standing alone in the world, with a faint sword intent reaching the sky across the sky, standing on a high platform overlooking the entire city.

Louis Fleming felt his eyes sting. Even if he stared at the woman's back from nearly a kilometer away for just a few seconds, the sword energy with the will to cut off was still spreading unconsciously, like thousands of sharp edges. The blade of the knife passes through your eyes.

For more than seven hundred years in the Amber Age, this old man had faced the Star God directly, experienced a bumpy and legendary history, and chose to retire at the peak moment. It was also at that moment that he had an encounter with the Star God of Memory.

Time flies, and there are many different stories about him in the galaxy. Some speculate that Louis is a fictional character, and speculate that he is actually a myth deliberately maintained by the company.

There are also those who believe that Louis has gained eternal life in exchange for endless wealth, and those who firmly believe that Louis has transformed into data and abandoned his mortal body.

It is even said that he has ascended to godhood and is now the Star God in charge of wealth and destiny. The response of Interstellar Peace Company is: Louis Fleming did exist and still exists.

"Immortal destiny...what a powerful force..."

The old man took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, took a breath of mist from his mouth, and wiped the lenses with his sleeves casually, regardless of whether the suit was priceless or not.

He has none of the meticulousness and poverty of an old-fashioned British gentleman, and there is no bodyguard in black wearing sunglasses with a gun in his waistband.

He was standing in the open space in the center of the administrative square with his briefcase in hand. The anxiety on his face when he hurriedly walked down the Star Tower just now was all because he was impatient to pay homage to the oldest star god.

He was not worried that anyone would recognize him here. Apart from Dongfang Qixing, there were few old guys like him in the world.

Those guys who used to drink and pick up girls with him have been buried deep in the Milky Way and dedicated their lives to what they love. Only he and Dongfang Qidong still remember their names and past stories.

Perhaps it is because people tend to be sentimental as they age, or perhaps because the mood of paying homage to the oldest star god cannot be calmed down. The old man looked up at the towering Clipper Castle, and after hesitating for more than ten seconds, he still did not take out the cigar in his arms. .

He took out the box of chewing gum he carried with him, poured out two pieces and threw them into his mouth, always keeping his breath fresh to express his respect for the ancient star god.

But when he put the chewing gum back into his pocket, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, and the calmness on his face was like a pool of stagnant water.

Occasionally, some company employees would shift their gaze and stare at the white-haired old man in a suit with an unexpectedly straight back.

It is speculated that he is a noble gentleman who came all the way from a certain planet just to pay homage to the legendary immortal star god and seek immortality.

But they had no time to guess the old man's identity, nor did they care where the old man heard the news.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with them. Even now, they don’t expect the company to complete negotiations with Xianzhou in a short time. They all pricked up their ears and listened to the storyteller in the tea shed clapped his hands and talked about "Xianzhou". Listen to "The Legend of Heroes".

On June 18th, four years after Dragon Master Jiang Fan succeeded him as the leader of the Ming Dynasty clan, Dragon Master Jiang Fan and Feng Rao Lingshi suddenly met on the Tian Ge star, thirty-six light years away from the Nanyuan Tianhe River.

When he said this, the storyteller was dancing with joy and spitting foam, as if he was waving his sleeves and thousands of immortal boats and clouds were charging into the battle. The swords of Long Zun and Sui Su were flying across the battlefield.

Belloberg and the little guys headed by Hook, the boss of the Mole Party, also like to listen. They like to hear that Long Zun Jiang Fan is in charge of the wind, rain, thunder and the evil creature of abundance. They fight in a bloody battle. One person fights tens of thousands of abundance. They also like to hear about the fairy boat. Yunqi rides a battleship across the sea of ​​​​stars, crossing thousands of miles and vowing to destroy the enemy.

Not only the people of Belloberg listened with rapt attention, but also the company employees who stood in military posture under the scorching sun were mesmerized. They couldn't help but admire Mr. Gentleman's talent. There is actually a master who can write such a magnificent story. The article came, but they were stunned the next second.

"The Dragon Lord gently put his arms around the fox girl's shoulders and hugged her, raised his hand and stroked her chin. A faint fragrance floated in the air, and the fox girl's cheeks were also stained with a hint of blush."

"At this moment, I saw the sword-wielding woman carrying a three-foot green sword stained with blood. Seeing the scene, her face suddenly turned pale. After a long time, I saw her laughing at herself, and her voice was full of loneliness: 'Maybe I came. Not the time'"

"Long Zun shook his head slowly and chuckled, and the iron blood in his eyes gradually turned into tenderness: 'No, you came at the right time.'..."

The employees of the company looked at each other and showed smiles that all men knew. They had no sense of being taken captive, but they didn't know that the aloof woman in the distance, with her hands behind her back, frowned when she heard it, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

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"You said you want to stay in Beloberg as the diplomatic ambassador?" Fu Xuan held a ceramic tea cup and sipped tea. It was rare that he was not holding a file and immersed himself in the never-ending documents.

"Yes! I am willing to fight in the most difficult place for Luofu, without any regrets!" Qingque nodded heavily, and stepped forward with a wink to bring a few plates of refreshments to Fu Xuan, who had been working hard all day.

"I heard that I stayed up late last night to read and correct files until early in the morning?" Fu Xuan raised his eyebrows.

"This is Qingque's duty, and we are bound to do so."

"Then stay in Taipusi. Only Taipusi is the most difficult place and the place that best trains your abilities. Some shortcomings that should be corrected will always be corrected. Those who should wake up will wake up sooner or later. Those are the future I will train you to become an excellent diviner." Fu Xuan picked up a piece of pastry and took a small bite.

Qingquexin said that you are so tired that you don't grow taller. You spend all your nutrients on your head, so you don't have time to enjoy life.

Now that she has almost passed the age of secondary growth, if she is still busy in Taibo Division and has to be pointed at and scolded in this life, you are shorter than Master Fu Xuan, then she simply wants to He refused to eat or drink Emperor Yuan Qiongyu until he died suddenly.

Fu Xuan took a bite of the tea and drank the tea. She was very clear about Qingque's thoughts. Even Qingque's so-called non-initiative, non-rejection, and irresponsibility were all clearly understood by her. She couldn't escape at all. Within the calculation of Dharma Eye.

The poor little sparrow was played with by Fu Xuan without even realizing it.

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There will be another update in the evening, please update the princess.

Chapter 215 Offering Loyalty

In the corridor where the murals of the great guardians of the past are hung in Clipper Castle, Louis Fleming suppressed the sound of his footsteps very softly, taking every step so steadily, trying not to let his leather shoes make a 'tat-tat-tat' sound when stepping on the carpet. sound.

If the footsteps were too loud, it would be so noisy in the quiet corridor. He didn't know the temperament of the most ancient god, so he could only use the etiquette used to meet the king or emperor in more than 700 Amber Periods to express his respect for that person. lofty respect.

Three hours ago, three directors including Taravan Keane and Osvaldo Schneider, members of the seven-member board of directors of Interstellar Peace Corporation, were taken to the administrative square in the Xingcha of the fairy boat.

At a glance, he saw the company's lifelong director, Mr. Lewis.

Louis Fleming, the company's founder and lifelong director, the man who held the lifeblood of wealth in the universe, stood quietly in front of the group of disarmed company employees.

Despite the howling of the unstoppable cold wind, the expression on his face remained calm, never showing any hint of dissatisfaction.

The seven-member board of directors of Interstellar Peace Company, with the exception of fellow founder Dongfang Qixing, who is still on his way due to the long distance, the other six people have all arrived at the unknown planet Yalilo.

In the past, the board members who could control the life and death of a civilization with just a stomp of their feet were like punishing students standing in the corridor. Everyone stood respectfully half a body behind Louis Fleming, not even speaking. Never said the first half of the sentence.

It is precisely because they have faced the majesty of the Star God that they understand the absolutely unbridgeable gap between the gods and themselves.

Even an envoy who can burn galaxies is nothing more than a squeaking ant in the eyes of the Star Gods. That kind of power is just the beginning of their destiny. How can the light of a firefly dare to compete with the bright moon?

They didn't know how long Louis Fleming, the man who controlled the lifeline of wealth, had stood quietly in front of this square.

Just look at the hazy layer of dust picked up by the strong wind on the pair of leather shoes. They have been standing there quietly like this for at least two hours.

Until the sunset slowly set, and the dim yellow warm sun engulfed the earth bit by bit. After six hours, the oldest god finally summoned them, but only those who could enter Clipper Castle to pay homage to the Star God. There was one man who deserved it, Louis Fleming.

Before entering Clipperburg, Louis Fleming looked at the window glass and carefully adjusted his collar, smoothing out the slight wrinkles at the corners. Finally, he took out the white handkerchief in his pocket, polished his leather shoes, and checked his tie. Then we stepped inside the majestic and towering building.

He walked forward along the straight corridor. The dark red door with a gold frame was less than a hundred meters away from him.

The sun was about to set, darkness spread from the window, his long shadow was on the corridor wall, and the heart that had been silent for a hundred years was beating violently again.

He did not feel the majesty of the gods that filled the entire universe like gods and demons at first, but the closer he got to the door, the more he felt the blood in his veins flowing slowly.

His hands and feet were extremely numb, which was a feeling he had never experienced before facing Clipper and Foli.

Over the years, he has also studied the so-called method of upgrading to a Star God, and has also witnessed the black flames in the hands of the Destruction Star God Nanook and the arrows of the Hunting Star God Lan, but the majesty of this day is unparalleled, as if Kneeling before Him is an honor that costs your life.

He took a deep breath, pressed his hand a little harder on the gilded doorknob, and the door was pushed open. It was clear that the sunset had set, and the silent night enveloped the world.

But the moment he opened the door, he seemed to see the sun very close at hand. The bright golden light made him inevitably close his eyes briefly to relieve himself. The faint majesty disappeared, but it seemed to be everywhere again.

Louis Fleming's movements only paused for two seconds. From the star's perspective, the old man who pushed in the door just glanced at Jiang Fan, closed the door gently and continued walking towards Jiang Fan. Finally, Standing on the carpet fifty meters away from the steps, he slowly knelt down on one knee.

In fact, Xing Ting wanted to snort, and then said lightly, why don't you kneel down after seeing my god? Do you want me, the general, to break your leg?

But considering the possibility that Topa had just said that Louis Fleming was the emissary of the Star God, she still felt that it was better not to overwhelm the guest.

She only did it for Jiang Fan's sake, rather than fearing any of the Star God's envoys.

After all, she was considered to be the main combat force that killed Zhu Luo, the Destruction Order, and Huanhu, the Destruction Order's leader, who fled, and even forced back the Destruction Star God Nanook. What was so scary about her?

"Why is your face so pale? Your legs are still shaking. Are you feeling uncomfortable?" March Qi noticed Xing's strangeness and asked in a lowered voice.

"Oh, I just suddenly wanted to find a Lord of Destruction to practice my skills with. I haven't beaten those little Karami for a long time. The adrenaline is soaring, so I'm trembling with excitement." Xing glanced at Louis Fleming and deliberately The voice was loud and unabashed.

"But you weren't last time..."

"Yes, I did let Huanlong run away last time. I just wanted her to know what despair is, so that she can only chase my back until she is out of reach."

"But that's not..."

"Your skirt is unzipped."

"Hey, Xing, you are so nice~...but I'm not wearing a skirt..." March Qi scratched her head and squinted her eyes, laughing. Halfway through the ridiculousness, she suddenly remembered that her outfit was a T-shirt with words printed on it. No zipper.

She wanted to raise her head and continue asking, but Xing stuffed a candy into her mouth as fast as she could hear a bell, leaving her speechless.

Louis Fleming's expression finally showed a slight change. As the founder of the Interstellar Peace Company and an old antique who had visited different star gods, his strength was naturally extraordinary. Of course, he could hear the two little ones on the other side of the carpet. Conversation between girls.

He subconsciously wanted to raise his head and observe the other person's expression in order to explore the other person's psychological activities.

But his thoughts only surfaced for less than half a second before he was completely extinguished by himself. The other party was the Star God, not his opponent in the business war.

Want to explore the thoughts of the gods? Have you ever heard of Yang Xiu’s story? What's more, you are facing gods, not ordinary people with flesh and blood like you.

Louis Fleming lowered his head deeply, raised his right hand and placed it on his heart: "Louis Fleming pays homage to the most ancient god, the ancestor of all the dragons in Tianyuan, to offer you the highest respect and thank the dragon god for his support. Summoned, Louis Fleming will remember his life and be grateful.”

"Raise your head, messenger of Creeper." His voice is very soft, but it seems to be the will of the universe, leaving you with no possibility of violating it.

Louis Fleming knelt on one knee and bowed, then raised his head and his eyes slowly moved up.

That was definitely the supreme god. He couldn't describe it in words. He just felt that gods were born to be like that, without any reason.

"You know why I summoned you, right?" Jiang Fan observed Louis Fleming's expression with great interest, and the power of protection was clearly visible.

"Louis already knows your will. On behalf of the Interstellar Peace Company, I am willing to sacrifice my life to the most ancient god, the ancestor of all the dragons in the abyss, and contribute to the immortal cause." Louis Fleming lowered his head.

"Oh? Creeper's envoy gave his loyalty and life to me?" Jiang Fan was very interested.

"The power of preservation is guiding me, and following your footsteps is the will of the universe." Louis Fleming still lowered his head and knelt on one knee unchanged.

Jiang Fan just looked at him without speaking, and the office fell into absolute silence. During a few minutes of silence, a huge knocking sound suddenly echoed in the universe.

She didn't know if it was Xing's illusion, but she felt that Jiang Fan's sun-like eyes were even more dazzling.

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I accidentally fell asleep, but luckily I finished coding before midnight! As expected of me! The most diligent author! Please generate electricity for love!

Chapter 216 Belongs to Me

There was snow-white fog outside Fort Clipper, and the sky and the ground were so foggy that almost no people or buildings could be seen, including the dim yellow street lights.

Atomized water vapor spread on the glass of the window, and the whole city was as quiet as an empty city. Even the trams that never missed every day were out of service. The incandescent lamps turned on in the room were barely noticeable in the dense fog. , there is almost no light source to speak of.

Such foggy weather, which is rare in a hundred years, swept through Beloberg unknowingly. Even if the officials of the Tianbo Department stood inside the Luofu Jade Gate and looked out with a stargazing glass, they could only see the entire sky above the planet Yaliluo. Snowy white fog.

The interstellar peace company employees who were disarmed and detained in the administrative square were all let go. Before leaving, they looked at the spitting storyteller helplessly and reluctantly. It seemed that he had become a loyal audience.