The sky in the Western Regions seems to be gray at any time and anywhere. Occasionally, a beam of light passes through the overlapping clouds, which makes people particularly comfortable.

It happened that the light was extremely abundant this morning. It seemed that to set off the birth of the Son of Light, Mai Qian City was shrouded in the light. Some people began to sweat profusely in the crowded crowd.

Zhang Xiaodao's hands and feet began to become cold for some reason. He stared at the curtain of the divine chariot. An inexplicable sense of familiarity reminded him of someone.

Perhaps they all changed too much after adulthood, but their childhood small movements will not change.

Liu Yichen likes to put his hands on his thighs when sitting, and his middle finger will always raise his right hand slightly and keep lit. This is his habitual characteristic of thinking about certain problems.

The Son of Light in the Divine Luan was also doing the same move at this time, as if there was a problem that bothering him, and he was thinking.

Faced with countless gazes, Liu Yichen's emotions were no longer excited, because he knew that this was just the beginning, and the big scenes in the future would be even more terrifying.

But among these countless gazes, there was a look that made him feel a little palpitation. This pure perception of danger came from his journey of desperation.

He believed in this feeling, so he looked in the direction of that gaze.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaodao lowered his body, lowered his head, revealing only his new hairstyle.

Liu Yichen's eyes swept through the crowd, and the feeling disappeared without a trace. All he saw was his cheeks that believed in the light and pious, so he inexplicably raised his eyebrows and ignored this feeling. He was silent and thought about his future.

People on both sides of the street began to recite the scriptures of light.

Neat and solemn scriptures filled the heaven and earth. Under this sacred, the Son of Light left Maichang City, but the people thought that the Son of Light would always remember this city!

After the Son of Light left, the crowd did not dissipate, and the devout believers were still reciting scriptures loudly. Zhang Xiaodao silently withdrew from the crowd and returned straight to the second floor.

When Mouth saw Zhang Xiaodao walking into the courtyard, he waved his hand to drive all the maids out. The two went upstairs to close the door of the bedroom. Zhang Xiaodao sat on the wooden chair and frowned.

"The Son of Light didn't appear many times last night. The only thing we can do about it is that he has a scar on his face and his left ear was cut off."

Zhang Xiaodao remained silent. If he said this, it seemed that it was not Liu Yichen. But he did not believe that the familiar movement would be done by a second person in this world. And it was exactly the same as when he was a child.

When Mouth saw Zhang Xiaodao silent, he sat down.

Although Zhang Xiaodao only came here for a short day, the sense of trust that had not come was quickly established within two hours yesterday.

After waiting for a stick of incense, Zhang Xiaodao finally spoke: "Look for the ten best painters, and then invite those priests who have seen the sons of light."

Having said that, there is still something that Mouth doesn't understand.

The birth of the Son of Light will inevitably attract attention from all parties, and the prosperous Tang Dynasty will inevitably obtain first-hand information. Not to mention the price of gold and silver, even the price of human life is worth it.

But he couldn't understand why Zhang Xiaodao wanted to see the face of the Son of Light so much. If it was a conventional approach, he would naturally first dig out the past of the Son of Light to analyze what kind of person the Son of Light was.

But for Zhang Xiaodao, once it is confirmed that the Son of Light is really Liu Yichen, who else in this world knows the past of the Son of Light better than him?

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On the third day after the son of Light left, Maichang City ushered in a national feast.

The royal family of Cheshiqian Kingdom was very honored that Maichang City could give birth to the son of light, and the banquet was held throughout the city.

As a well-known Mouth nephew, Zhang Xiaodao must participate in it, and will start his life of eating, drinking, and having fun at this dinner.

However, the banquet he attended was located under the altar of the Holy See, the highest peak of the city, and naturally, those who could come here could not be ordinary civilians.

There has never been fairness in this world. All it can be said is that the people seem to be fair, no matter in any aspect, it naturally includes this provincial capital.

Before the banquet began, Mouth gave Zhang Xiaodao a set of Western Region robes, and the ornaments were like stars. It was supposed to be used to show their identity.

But when he came to the banquet venue in this outfit when night was approaching, he did not attract much attention because there were more people than the complicated people he wore.

The evening breeze was gently blowing, and the exquisite food was passed down on the dining table covered with white tablecloths under the girl with her waist. People picked up fruit wine from the Western Regions specialty and toasted after the short speech of the city lord Doslock.

The etiquette of the great powers in the Western Regions is a set of their own.

Although Zhang Xiaodao has never done it, he keeps it in mind.

Following Mouth, he met many big men in the city, and naturally there were many beautiful young women among them.

When people heard that Zhang Xiaodao was Mouth's nephew, they expressed their friendship one after another. This also shows the status of Mouth in this city and the importance of the Grassroots in this city.

However, the happy atmosphere did not last long. Mouth took Zhang Xiaodao to a burly man with a golden beard. The man asked without hesitation: "Nephew, Mouth, your nephew is from?"

Zhang Xiaodao's identity was naturally perfect. Seeing that the man was not very friendly, Mouth replied toughly: "Duedir, bringing my nephew to see you is the respect of the grass-roots coach."

The burly man named Dodori smiled slightly, and Doslock, the lord of Maichang City, who had just been highly anticipated, came to him.

Zhang Xiaodao thought about the information in his mind secretly, but he had already had the answer for a while.

The boss of the Luoer Gang in the Western Regions of Duodeli has been declining since the rise of the grass-roots gang. The two major gangs are naturally incompatible, and there have been frequent fights over the years.

However, at this time, Dothlock, who appeared beside him, explained some serious problems.

"Mai Qiancheng has signed a cooperation intention with me. In the future, the Caomang Gang will not allow transportation business in this city. Today, I have received letters from many city lords from Cheshiqian. This land will belong to me in the future."

Accompanied by Duodari's generous speeches, many celebrities with smart eyes raised their ears one after another.

Mouth's eyes showed surprise. Duoli was able to complete all this quietly only one problem. The Holy See intervened in the transportation industry in the Western Regions, and he undoubtedly became the target of support for the Western Regions.

Zhang Xiaodao felt a chill in his heart. He never thought that he was facing such a huge crisis as soon as he arrived here, but he never thought that he would raise his hand in so much.

There is no reason why Zhang Xiaodao could not dodge this hand, but he still did not dodge.

Dodori's huge palm came to his cheek and made a crisp "pop" sound. He looked straight at Mouth and said, "What does your nephew have to do with me? I'm annoyed when I see him!"

The banquet paused due to this loud slap.

People looked at the center of the conflict in a hunch. Looking at Mouth's nephew who was just smiling in front of them and was very polite, falling to the ground and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, he couldn't help but burst into eyebrows.

Doslock stood between the two with a kind smile, and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Mowse, your nephew is not polite, and this slap is worth it. Didn't you even have a basic greeting when you saw Uncle Dodry?"

Mouth's eyes were red, and his fists were clenched, and the blue veins were revealed. At this time, Zhang Xiaodao stood up, and there were bright five fingers on his left cheek. He said apologetically: "Uncle, it's not right. Why didn't I remember the etiquette you taught me? This slap makes sense. If Uncle Duodeli was willing to hit me, I would be willing to bear it. It's indeed a mistake for juniors."

As soon as these words were said, the center of the storm, which was already full of gunpowder, suddenly cooled down. Zhang Xiaodao's words were not only sincere, but also apologized on his face. There was a hint of fear in the deepest part of his body, and his acting skills suddenly exploded.

Mouth understood that the fight here was meaningless, so he snorted coldly and walked out of the crowd.

Duodelli's emotions that had been suppressed by the grass-roots for many years finally vented. He held up his wine glass, his face filled with a smile, and drank it in one sip.

The city lord Doslock, who was standing beside him, also raised his glass and said, "Duedri, I wish you success!"

Duodari laughed and found that countless people raised their glasses and nodded at him at the banquet. He said enthusiastically: "You will rely on your help in business in the future, so I will respect you first!"

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Mouth and Zhang Xiaodao returned to the second floor early, and naturally they didn't know how much they were in the banquet.

After learning that Dodelli will become the first person in the Western Regions in the future, the powerful have no reason not to make friends. Even if the smile on their faces is so fake that they feel disgusted, they will take elegant steps and drink a cup with Dodelli.

Mouth looked at Zhang Xiaodao who looked at Feng Qingyundan after walking out of the banquet, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved.

Zhang Xiaodao began to ponder again. I don’t know how long it took, Mouth stood up and roared angrily twice. Zhang Xiaodao finally said, “Not it, right?”

Mousse was originally a man in the world, believing in a plea to revenge. Such a great humiliation never happened when the lust in the Western Regions, so he was naturally full of anger.

Hearing Zhang Xiaodao's words, Mouth said: "I'm sorry, Xiaodao, at that time, I was thinking that he should have the support of the Holy See, but now I want to tear off my face. Sooner or later, the situation will tear off my face. You shouldn't be slapped in the face."

Earlier, Zhang Xiaodao wrote a lot of information into his mind. The attribute of the man Mouth is that he is upright and has no temper, but he cannot tolerate humiliation. He can calmly accept Zhang Xiaodao's becoming his immediate boss at the first time because he is loyal.

It is difficult for such a person to become a leader, but he must be the best subordinate.

Seeing Mouth still having anger, Zhang Xiaodao smiled and said, "Why bother to be angry with a dead person?"

Mouth's body stiffened because he understood how difficult it was to kill Duodili. If he could easily kill him, could he survive to this day?

But Zhang Xiaodao's words were full of confidence in the wind and clouds. He couldn't help but ask, "How can you let him die?"
Chapter completed!