It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

A week later.

Send Aju, who is almost as big as a Tibetan mastiff, home.

Chu Xuan and Liu Qingye boarded a military plane flying to the western theater.

Until now, Chu Xuan didn't understand why this one-year-old orange cat had grown so big.

At present, it seems that feeding monster meat is definitely not possible.

Of course, he was not in a hurry to find out the situation.

Maybe we’ll find out next time during the simulation.

They were the only passengers on the military plane.

I looked at the scenery outside boredly for a while.

Liu Qingye turned his head, stared at Chu Xuan's side face, and said in a strange tone.

"Chu Xuan, I have a hunch that going to the western theater to gain merit this time may not go so smoothly."

"Why do you say that."

“Because usually in TV dramas, wherever the protagonist goes, something will happen.

so. . . "

"main character?

Who is the protagonist? "

Chu Xuan turned his head, his expression blank.

The girl stared at him without saying a word.

After a while, Chu Xuan finally reacted.

Thinking of the spear king Chu Xuan, Zhou Tong, Xuanzang and Sheng Xuzi.

He touched his nose awkwardly.

"It's really possible."

“Bah, shameless.

As for the protagonist, of course I am the girl.

What does it have to do with you? "

Liu Qingye did not admit it.

The two of them sat across the aisle for more comfort.

The girl lowered her head and looked at the iron box at Chu Xuan's feet.

“Are the weapons contained here that are hosted by Gun Soul Panlong?

This is the one given to you by Commander-in-Chief Yue in the national competition. "

"correct."

"Isn't Panlong as spiritual as my sword? Why do you keep it in the box and don't let people come out for a breather?"

"After hundreds of years of wear and tear, the Panlong is not in particularly good condition.

If nothing happens, he will stay in the box and sleep.

In the past few months, I have been using my mental energy to cultivate and maintain it.

It's just getting better now. "

"Ah, that's it.

No wonder I never see it. "

Liu Qingye understood.

"You have something to do with Panlong?"

"No, just curious."

The girl's eyes rolled as she spoke.

Chu Xuan knew at a glance that she had no good intentions, but it was hard to say anything if she couldn't get the handle.

Of course, I recognized my ancestor in front of so many people across the country.

Chu Xuan will never admit that Gun King Chu Xuan is himself.

So embarrassing.

More than two hours passed.

The plane is finally reaching its destination.

Begin to gradually lower the altitude.

After descending below the clouds, the vast Gobi Desert came into view.

The ferocious beast battlefield is formed based on space cracks.

The military will deploy a large number of defenses around the space rift.

To block the ferocious beasts that rush out from inside from time to time.

The closer to the crack position, the more serious the interference of the rules of the two worlds.

Most of them can only rely on thermal weapons such as firearms and artillery shells, or warriors to fight.

There has been a lot of pressure.

And cracks generally don't exist alone.

After a high-level space crack appears, as time goes by, many middle- and low-level cracks will gradually open within a radius of tens or even hundreds of kilometers.

The battlefield formed around these cracks is the so-called "Beast Battlefield".

There are three ferocious beast battlefields within the jurisdiction of the Northwest War Zone.

But luckily, these battlefields are located in sparsely populated Gobi areas.

Unlike central China and southern China, which are densely populated places.

It has not had much impact on people's lives.

Chu Xuan came this time as the biggest one among them.

It is also where Xiao Yunting's northwest theater headquarters is located.

The plane soon landed in a huge military camp.

As soon as he walked out of the hatch, Chu Xuan saw a middle-aged man in military uniform standing below.

It was Xiao Yunting, the commander-in-chief of the Northwest Theater Command who had been to his home last time.

However, Xiao Yunting was still wearing a Chinese tunic suit when we last met.

This time I changed into military uniform in the military camp.

Adding a sense of power and domineering.

Seeing Xiao Yunting coming to pick him up in person, Chu Xuan hurriedly came down the stairs in three steps and then two steps.

The five fingers of his right hand were brought together to his temple, and he gave a standard military salute with a "swish".

The voice was serious.

"I've met Commander Xiao!"

Xiao Yunting returned the military salute with the same serious look.

Then he walked up to Chu Xuan and punched him in the chest with a smile.

"Why, did you remember to come and pay off your debt?"

After receiving this punch, Chu Xuan couldn't help but take a few steps back despite his strength.

I coughed a few times to catch my breath.

Said helplessly.

"Repaying debts is a matter of course. How dare I forget."

“Just remember, remember to go to the hotel in the future.

If you have nothing to do, don't run into the wild. "

The man's eyes suddenly widened.

What else did Chu Xuan want to say.

At this moment, Liu Qingye also followed Chu Xuan off the plane.

The girl rarely became serious and bowed to Xiao Yunting.

Ju Shengsheng said.

"Hello Uncle Xiao."

"Ah."

The man glanced at the girl.

Nod with satisfaction.

"It's Qingye, long time no see.

I remember that your master brought you here last time when he was supporting our northwest theater.

Only then did you. . . so tall. "

Xiao Yunting stretched out his hand to touch the height of his belly button.

“I didn’t expect it to grow so big in a blink of an eye.

Time flies so fast. "

"Uncle Xiao has such a good memory, I didn't expect he would still remember me."

"Of course, I not only remember this, I also remember that you were the king and hegemon in my headquarters at that time, shouting every day that you would inherit the Sword Sect when your master died.

By the way, is your master in good health? "

"Thanks to the commander, it's very good."

Liu Qingye rarely felt embarrassed when someone recalled his dark history.

The little face is slightly red.

"Then it seems that your grand ideal of inheriting the position of Sword Sect leader will have to wait a few years."