Gongsun Tan's expression was always warm. He didn't know what happened between the two of them last night. He smiled and said to Fu Yunge, "Hello everyone. Did you have a good rest last night?"
Fu Yunge and Tumi looked away at the same time, their faces flushed. Lang Chenyan snorted and had no choice but to raise his head and say to Gongsun Tan, "It's not bad."
After noticing the strange situation of Fu Yunge and Tumi, Gongsun Tan seemed to have some understanding.
But he obviously understood wrongly. He raised his hands and clasped his fists, and bowed happily: "Congratulations, you two. Congratulations."
"Why are you congratulating me..." Fu Yunge raised his head with a bit of resentment. This smart person is really difficult to communicate with sometimes, and his mind is spinning so fast that he can easily get overloaded.
But he came just in time. You can't just indulge in it now, after all, the sinful Mingbang is still ahead.
He happened to be full, so he stood up and walked to Gongsun Tan, smiled at him and said, "Let's get down to business."
Gongsun Tan said "Hmm" and explained to him: "According to the information received this morning, our frontline camp was raided at night."
"Raid?" Fu Yunge looked a little nervous, "What was the result?"
Gongsun Tan sighed: "The hanging lamp monk is in charge. Fortunately, the losses are not big. However, Zhao Zui Mingbang took the initiative to attack our position. I'm afraid he got some news."
Fu Yunge is thoughtful. The so-called news undoubtedly refers to the forces secretly assembled by Gongsun Tan. Although it is still far less than the scale of Zhaosui Mingbang, they are definitely not willing to sit still and wait for death as time goes by.
He also thought that now that Zhao Zui Mingbang's shadow body was no longer around, the person in charge should be the rumored mourning knife Suyouhun. They have never met this person and have no experience in fighting against him. They are afraid that this person will be a variable in the execution of the plan.
However, the Plague Sword, which is as famous as him, has been severely damaged by them, so it should not be a problem to deal with the remaining Death Swords.
Thinking about it, he suddenly considered Lang Chenyan's situation.
Looking down, he found that Lang Chenyan was also looking at him.
"Senior, you..." he asked tentatively.
Lang Chenyan did not speak, but nodded confidently, and seemed to have recovered a lot.
"By the way, you just said... the hanging lamp monk?" Fu Yunge felt a sense of familiarity in his ears and asked again to confirm.
Thinking about it now, he still remembered the scene when he met the master. It was also in such a similar forest that the compassionate and generous face left a deep impression on him.
"Yes, at the forefront of the battlefield, facing Zhaosui Mingbang is our three-religion coalition." Gongsun Tan said with a smile.
After all, the three religions' manpower was able to be transferred here, thanks to Fu Yunge and the others' ability to hide the truth. Otherwise, the current situation would probably mean that he would still be awkwardly guarding Qiongtian Palace.
Fu Yunge felt the approval in his smile and shook his head with a slight smile without any conceit.
The sunlight from the front mountain follows the contour of the mountain and converges backwards. The surrounding fields gradually became brighter, and the sky was clear and bright.
Fu Yunge raised his head and glanced at the handsome sky, then turned back and asked, "Then, when do we start?"
Since the seniors have no problems, they are always ready. Gongsun Tan's plan has had enough time to settle. It's time to really bring their biggest counterattack to the surface for them to take a good look at.
However, Gongsun Tan gave up his impulse at the moment and patted him on the shoulder: "Wait a moment. In two days, our last force will arrive."
"Oh?" Fu Yunge was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, there are other forces coming, which is even safer.
"How many are there?" He asked again, a little curious.
The chirping of morning birds came from the front of the mountain, rising and falling, as if the woods were playing in harmony, and it was sweet and empty.
Gongsun Tan strained his ears to catch this rare chirping. When the birds chirped far away, he leaned a little closer and spoke in a low voice: "There is only one person. And he... should be an acquaintance of yours."
After hearing this, Fu Yunge opened his mouth in surprise.
The brilliant light finally moved to the top of the mountain, spreading over the tops of the trees, and instantly dripping down every inch of land behind the mountain.
Golden beams of light flowed over the heads of everyone, as if everyone was shining brightly. The wilderness stretches along the road in the distance, and towards the end is a fortified city amidst towering mountains.
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In the black water plain, the trajectory of the sun's shadow is buried by deep clouds. The change of day and night only caused the glimmer of light to rise and dissipate, and only the constant rain remained, seeming to submerge the entire fortress.
Another day passed. In fact, in this overlapping black rock barrier, it seems that time is like a discarded piece falling on the chessboard. Time has almost stopped, sinking in the endless thick fog, blurring the traces.
The rain was pounding outside, rustling the walls. The bumpy valleys are glowing with solid water, and even have the texture of black iron from a distance.
The fortress was heavily guarded and no sound from outside should have been heard.
But it is extremely quiet here, so even though there are deep distances and obstacles, the sound of pattering rain can still bring the coolness from the outside world, slowly making people's legs and feet feel cold.
Hearing the sound thoroughly, he lay down alone and fell into a deep sleep.
He doesn't like sleeping. But there was nothing going on here all day long. Apart from playing chess alone and trying to solve the terrible chess game, the only thing left was to wake up from the confusion and then fall asleep.
He hates dreaming. But every time he fell asleep, the nightmare from the past would come back to haunt him.
It was like a bottomless abyss. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from the prison of the polar night.
