The dragon group in front of me is no longer fragrant.
After talking for a long time, the destiny of the people and the country actually ended up being related to him.
The clown turns out to be myself?!
Chen Yang shook his head, suddenly no longer interested in following Qinglong in circles.
He sighed and said: "Senior Qinglong, please be specific."
"I'm still anxious to go back and see my wife and daughter."
Mentioning his wife and daughter, a warm smile appeared on Chen Yang's face involuntarily.
The smile came so suddenly that the cowardly cat sitting at his feet was startled.
This ruthless man, such a bad guy, still smiles so warmly?
They have all caught up with their own cat mother, meow.
Feng Wu looked disappointed.
No need to listen to gossip.
On such an opportunity, Qinglong and Chen Yang did not hide their words due to the fact that each other was present.
If you miss this time, I'm afraid you will never have such an opportunity to listen to gossip again.
As for what Qinglong wanted to say, Feng Wu was not interested. She already knew it.
"good."
Qinglong agreed calmly, waved his hand, and then said: "The matter starts from the car of a green train on the Central Asia Railway."
"Just the day before the trip you took, little friend."
As soon as Qinglong lowered his hand, the two sides of the alloy steel plate on the ground separated, and a stone bed that looked like polished white jade emerged from below.
The stone bed was covered with a light golden thin cloth. As the light changed, dragon patterns faintly emerged on the thin cloth.
The angle and light are different, and the dragon pattern seems to be alive, slowly rotating.
Just the thin pale golden dragon-patterned cloth covering the stone bed made Chen Yang couldn't help but take a second look.
He grew up in a thousand-year-old family, and also studied in the Palace Museum and higher-level Chinese museums. He has also seen treasures such as the Simuwu Ding that are prohibited from going abroad or even being exhibited.
However, the light gold dragon pattern fabric, which reached the pinnacle of classical textile and embroidery techniques, still made him admire it.
On this precious Tuanlong fabric, a human figure is faintly highlighted. It is completely covered by it, and only the outline is vaguely visible.
As the stone bed rose to waist height, the alloy steel plates on the ground re-closed, and a faint white air kept rising.
There is a slight coolness, just like the mist in the mountains and the mist in the morning, softly blowing on the skin.
The coolness was quickly dissipated. This was due to the constant temperature and humidity air system in the command center, but it could not conceal the strangeness of the ordinary stone bed at first glance.
"Is this Hanyu?"
Chen Yang's sentence was questioning, but his tone was conclusive, and he smiled and said: "As expected of a man who will never die, he has a lot of possessions."
Qinglong smiled and said nothing.
He stretched out his hand to grab the pale gold dragon fabric and threw the fabric to the ground with a flick of his hand, as if it was not the pinnacle of classical textile embroidery that was so precious that it attracted attention, but just a tattered rag bag that could be seen casually.
Chen Yang's attention instantly focused on the "human figure" covered by fabric.
It was a middle-aged man wearing a python robe.
The man has a resolute face, a sallow complexion, an iron outline with silver hooks, and a calm expression as if he is sleeping peacefully.
Chen Yang twitched his nose slightly, frowned, and said: "Zombie Qi? Zombie?"
"Is this the great general king?"
As he spoke, he couldn't help but take a second look.