To anyone, the Far North of the Demon Clan is definitely a gloomy and bloody area.
Whether it is people from the distant Central Plains or people from the desert that borders it, they all avoid this place for fear of getting into any trouble.
After all, the Far North is associated with cruelty, viciousness, darkness and death all year round.
If the order of the Bafang world is still based on strength, then here, this phenomenon has been evolved to the extreme. Here, only violence is supreme, and the fist in the hand is the only and absolute truth. It is also the only law here.
Life is like grass, everything is so casual and indifferent, as long as you are strong enough.
This place is synonymous with darkness and death!
As the deep horn sounded, not only the people in the cabin were alarmed, but the eight monsters on the deck, as well as Han Sanqian and Qinglong on the small wooden board, couldn't help but put down the things in their hands, stood up slightly, and followed the sound.
Look away.
In the distance, the khaki sand belt of the desert suddenly stopped, and what was connected to it was a piece of black soil that was even tinted with blood.
At the edge of the yellow sand belt, a huge flower boat was parked there, with the Su flag flying slowly on the boat. Several middle-aged men in white and a group of elite soldiers stood on the deck, also far away
Looking over here.
"It seems that we are at the right place." Han Sanqian smiled slightly and patted Qinglong on the shoulder.
A night of competing and learning from each other not only made the two of them not tired at all, but because of the time spent getting along and communicating with each other, the two of them had met each other so late that they felt like they didn't know each other until they had fought.
Qinglong smiled slightly and nodded.
On Han Sanqian's flower boat, Su Yan led a group of people and slowly climbed onto the deck. When the eight monsters saw Su Yan, Qin Shuang, Lu Zhu, and Su Yingxia and Han Nian, they all couldn't help but be dumbfounded.
Is this a fairy nest? One is more stunning than the other. One is prettier than the other. Even the little girl in the film is a typical beauty embryo.
Even though these eight guys were extremely knowledgeable, they couldn't help but feel a little out of sorts for a while.
Su Yan wore a gauze scarf and nodded slightly to Lu Zhu. Immediately, several maids beside Lu Zhu came to the bow of the boat. Then, they each took out a strange thing about the size of a fist in their hands and put it in their mouths.
Blow on it.
"Buzz!"
It was similar to the sound made by the boat, but different. But it was obvious that Su Yan was obviously responding to the sound from the other side.
Sure enough, when the boat over there heard the sound, several flags fluttered lightly, as if to welcome him!
Han Sanqian's flower boat began to slow down and headed towards the flower boat.
A few minutes later, as the flower boat came to a complete stop, the two large ships were finally connected tightly at this moment.
Soon, a group of people came down from the flower boat on the opposite side and got off the boat ladder. They quickly disembarked from the boat holding a unique paper umbrella, and then lined up on both sides. A red carpet was spread in the center.
Several old men were dressed in white, and they were all in high spirits. After these people completed the laying, they followed closely one by one. As they walked, they looked at Su Yan on Han Sanqian's boat, with a kind smile and soft eyes.
The maids also opened the boat ladder one after another, and Su Yan slowly disembarked from the boat.
Han Sanqian and Qinglong also flew away, and the group finally met completely under the boat.
"Su Ziwu of the Su family, along with four elders and five hundred elite generals, met the young lady." When the leading old man saw Su Yan, he happily bowed and bowed slightly.
Seemingly seeing her family, Su Yan was in a good mood: "Third Grandpa, please don't show off these etiquette in front of Yan'er. By the way, let me introduce you to my friends, Han Sanqian, Su Yingxia, Qin
Frost, and pangolins."
Su Ziwu raised his head slightly, looked at everyone and smiled, but soon, his smile froze on Qinglong's body.
Isn’t this the Twelve Death Gods of the Desert?
"Who are these?" Su Ziwu looked at Qinglong and the other eight monsters who were preparing to come down with obvious surprise and vigilance in his eyes.
At the critical moment, Qinglong smiled: "The Twelve Gods of Death in the Desert!"
But just when the visitor from the Su family was nervous, Qinglong smiled again and said something that shocked and shocked everyone including Han Sanqian...
