Interstellar Peak Glory

Gu Wenxuan snorted coldly, and said, "Where's Lin Feitong? Isn't he on good terms with you? Why didn't you let him blow your Highness's pillow?"

Gu Yuan looked at Gu Wenxuan's gritted teeth face, couldn't help laughing, and said, "I want to too, but I can't help it, the princess always obeys His Highness."

"Wang Concubine, Concubine, you are so easy to call!" Gu Wenxuan glared at Gu Yuan angrily, and said, "I didn't expect you to be such a Gu Yuan, so good at flattering people."

Yin Changhong supported his forehead and said, "Little Gu, what you said is a bit too much."

Gu Yuan smiled lightly and said, "What's the point of flattery? It's rare for His Highness to like someone. Is it possible that you have to fight against His Highness? Besides, there are some things you have to see with your eyes, not just listen blindly. Maybe the truth is different from what you imagined."

Gu Wenxuan was taken aback for a moment, and felt that there was something in Gu Yuan's words, so he asked, "What do you mean?"

Gu Yuan shook his head with a smile, and said to Yin Changhong: "I'll leave Wenxuan to you first, I can't stay here for too long, I'll go first."

Yin Changhong sighed and said, "Okay, you take all the people from Anbu away and let them protect you."

Although Gu Yuan thought that he didn't need the protection of others at all, Mo Jiahua didn't need so many people to support him, so he nodded and took away most of the troops, leaving only the troops directly under Mo Jiahua a small group of people.

After Yin Changhong sent Gu Yuan and the two warships away, he came back and found that Gu Wenxuan was still sitting there sullen.

Yin Changhong said helplessly: "Don't worry about it too much. Everyone can see how much His Highness likes Young Master Lin. What's more, Young Master Lin is not a bad person. He is also very capable, and deserves our respect."

Gu Wenxuan rolled his eyes, and said sadly, "You know what, I just can't understand, His Highness keeps saying that he loves Ling Feitong and treats his son so well. How about a person? If His Highness had treated Ling Feitong half as well as he treats Lin Feitong back then, Ling Feitong would not have left so simply."

Yin Changhong was speechless.

Gu Wenxuan then curled his lips and said: "Ling Feitong's two little boys are also, why do they trust so much in a guy who took the place of their father? When I saw Lin Feitong, I knew that this is not a good thing, it must be a coquettish slut."

Yin Changhong supported his forehead and said, "Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore, just wait for His Highness to personally educate you."

Gu Wenxuan groaned twice, and continued to be depressed.

Ling Feitong followed Mo Jiahua's ass, and landed safely on the ground based on a suitable airborne location detected by the Undead God King himself.

When Ling Feitong was about to come out, he received a message from Mo Jiahua.

Mo Jiahua said: "Don't come out yet."

Ling Feitong said: "What's wrong?"

Mo Jiahua said in a deep voice: "Chihuang is analyzing the quality of this land and air. The environment here seems to have some abnormal elements."

Ling Feitong dismissed the idea of ​​leaving the mecha, and continued to sit quietly in the mecha cabin, waiting for the end of the analysis of the Immortal God King, Mo Jiahua sent a set of data.

Ling Feitong glanced over and was shocked, and said, "How is it possible? How could the harmful gas content be so high? It is impossible for the local residents to live in such an environment."

Mo Jiahua's voice came: "This is the outskirts of the city. Let's go to the city first and wear gas masks."

Ling Feitong responded, took out the air-purifying mask from his pocket, and put it on his face, covering his nose and mouth tightly.

Putting away the mechs, Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua each wore a half-mask reflecting metallic luster, which looked different from the local residents.

Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua stood side by side, observing the surrounding soil and plant environment, and walked towards the city group not far away.

On the way, Ling Feitong saw that many people turned their heads to look at them, but these people were all sitting in the back of a very retro truck, each holding cold weapons such as spears in their hands.

After being stared at by three people with strange eyes, Ling Feitong finally couldn't help asking Mo Jiahua, "Boss, aren't our outfits too outrageous, exaggerated, and weird?"

Mo Jiahua said thoughtfully: "It's probably because the masks are too high-end. At least one of them costs 20 yuan. It's a military mask. These people probably haven't seen it before, so they think it's strange."

Ling Feitong said: "Then shall we take it down?"

Mo Jiahua said: "Why did you take it down?"

Ling Feitong rubbed his chin and said, "I don't know their attitude towards outsiders. If they are xenophobic, we probably won't get any news."

Mo Jiahua glanced at Ling Feitong lightly, and said indifferently: "Even if we don't wear masks, the effect is the same, they won't treat us as their own."

"Why?" Ling Feitong asked casually.

"Because this king has not understood a word they said so far." Mo Jiahua said calmly.

Ling Feitong: "...you are right."

The local dialect sounds like chirping birdsong, no matter how knowledgeable and knowledgeable Mo Jiahua is, it is impossible for Mo Jiahua to understand it.

Although the houses in the distance seem very close, they are actually very far away. At least Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua walked for nearly 10 minutes without even touching the edge of the city.

So, Ling Feitong said solemnly: "Boss, we can't go on like this, we have to find a way, otherwise we won't be able to enter the city when it gets dark."

Although the time zone is different, and Ling Feitong's terminal can't show the exact local time, but judging from the weather at this time, it can be seen that the sun is about to set, and it will be dark in a short time. Well, if Mo Jiahua and Ling Feitong still can't enter the city, they will have to sleep on the street... No, they will sleep in the wilderness.

Ling Feitong didn't care, but Mo Jiahua might not be able to bear it at all.

Even during the war, the treatment Mo Jiahua received was still very good.

Mo Jiahua frowned, and couldn't stand the stickiness on his body, and said, "Do you have any good methods?"

Ling Feitong looked at Mo Jiahua and sighed. His Highness is powerful in all abilities, but he is still somewhat lacking in the life experience of people who live at the bottom of society.

So, under Mo Jiahua's incomprehensible gaze, Ling Feitong stood in the middle of the small dirt road, waving his arms and stopped a truck that looked quite glamorous.

There were two fifteen or sixteen-year-old teenagers sitting in the back of the car. One of them was holding a crossbow and the other was holding a spear. Their shirts were all taken off and tied around their waists. Their bodies were honey-colored by the sun, with streamlined muscles. It looked extremely beautiful, but the scars on it, whether deep or shallow, new or old, criss-crossed and spread all over the body.

The two teenagers raised their weapons vigilantly at Ling Feitong, baring their teeth and shouting something, but they seemed to be fully on guard.

There were two young men driving, one of them looked more mature, he frowned, and made a "get out of the way" gesture to Ling Feitong.

Ling Feitong gestured back to the other party.

The man was stunned for a moment, and the handsome young man next to him said something to him, the man let go of his frown, opened the car door and got out.

Mo Jiahua walked to Ling Feitong's side, although his aura was restrained, it still oppressed the man opposite him.

The man asked in the local dialect: "You are not from our place, where did you come from? How did you come to this kind of place?"

Ling Feitong also used the same standard local dialect with the same tone, and said: "We are scientific researchers who came from outside to do research. We were parachuted here and wanted to know the situation here. If it is convenient, please take us into the city. "

The man's eyes widened, and he looked at Ling Feitong in disbelief, as if he was looking at a fool.

"Come to this kind of place for research? How hard do you think about it!" The man raised his voice, turned his head and said to his lover: "Xiaoyan, did you hear that? These two are actually scientific researchers. People who pretend to be high-end things are so fucking powerful, I didn’t expect this to be a fool—oh no, there are two.”

Ling Feitong: "..."

Day, I can understand what you are saying, please restrain me a little, if you continue to curse, I will beat you up!

Fortunately, Xiaoyan is a very educated and reasonable person. He walked down, stood beside her husband, gave him a blank look, and said, "Acia, if you can't speak, let me tell you to keep your mouth shut."

After finishing speaking, he smiled apologetically at Ling Feitong, and said, "I'm sorry, but my husband Asia is a rough man, and I made you laugh."

Ling Feitong quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we don't mind."

Xiaoyan's eyes fell on Mo Jiahua's face, and she was stunned for a moment, but quickly hid the flash of astonishment on her face. Maybe Xiaoyan stared at Mo Jiahua for too long, and Asia was dissatisfied. He said calmly: "Xiaoyan, that little boy looks too ugly, what do you think he is doing?"

Hearing this, Xiaoyan pinched the unhappy Asiya's face, said "Don't make me jealous", and then said to Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua: "You two are here to do cosmic mutation. Research on plant poisonous gas?"

Mo Jiahua and Ling Feitong were stunned at the same time, because what Xiaoyan said was the standard mandarin of the empire, and the words were correct, with the unique sound sense of the imperial capital.

Ling Feitong said unexpectedly in the dialect of the imperial capital: "Are you from the imperial capital?"

Xiaoyan nodded and said, "I'm from the Imperial City Life and Science Research Institute, and I've been here for seven years. You should also be from the Imperial City, right?"

Mo Jiahua said: "Institute of Life and Technology, your name is Yan Xi?"

Yan Xi's eyes were full of excitement, he nodded vigorously and said, "I'm Yan Xi, how do you know?"

Mo Jiahua was suddenly very surprised, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said: "I know Jing Xiao. You and Jing Xiao are academicians who entered the same period, and disappeared during a scientific investigation seven years ago. The matter was reported by many newspapers, and Jing Xiao also asked me to help you find you."

Yan Xi nodded heavily, with tears in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect Jing Xiao to remember me. It's so rare. By the way, how is Jing Xiao doing now?"

Mo Jiahua's eyes darkened, and he said, "I haven't heard from Jing Xiao for a long time.

Yan Xi was taken aback for a moment, then stopped talking.

□Author's gossip: I'm sorry, it's too late today~!