Foreign female military division: the marshal's little favorite wife

Christopher said with some embarrassment: "Hey, old man, you are so polite, you are too polite, you are too polite, please come up, please, Generalissimo Christopher of Xialing Tian Kingdom."

Who would have thought that the old tortoise didn't even like Christopher, and continued to knelt down and shouted:

"Half-human, half-beast archmage Uriaf welcomes the black-bone dragon, my God, God finally opened his eyes, Mr. Black-boned dragon, you finally showed up. The luck of the world..."

Christopher swallowed his saliva, and finally realized that the old man was not the one who saluted him, and it's fine if he wasn't himself, but it turned out to be this ugly, dying little sylph!

At this time, the little black dragon in Qianfengqian's arms jumped up immediately, and immediately became energetic. I saw it walking over swaggeringly, with its two paws behind its back, its head held high, and its expression wanted to be pulled more and more .

Archmage Uriaf kowtowed three times, and everyone else knelt down and kowtowed, and then Archmage Uriaf hurriedly said:

"Shenlong Master is about to make an order, hurry, hurry, call the high priest and let him translate and translate."

At this time, an old man who was wearing all kinds of bells, necklaces, and rings on his back, dressed as strangely as he wanted, also ran out unsteadily.

***, why are all these old-fashioned old men in charge?

The high priest knelt down on the ground, and then, the little black dragon began to point fingers, then pointed at Qian Fengqian and Christopher, then shook his hands at everyone, and finally jumped into Qian Fengqian proudly. In Fengqian's arms, she grabbed an apple from Qianfengqian's bag and happily gnawed on it.

Qian Fengqian looked at the proud look of the little black dragon, and asked in horror:

"Hey, what did you just tell them? Can you speak? What language do you speak? I am proficient in English, German, French, Italian, and of course Chinese. Why can't I understand what you are saying?"

The little black dragon smiled slyly, said something in a twitchy way, and then continued to gnaw its apple proudly.

The high priest with all kinds of strange ornaments on his body hurriedly translated the babbling words just said by the little black dragon to everyone. Feng Qian saluted, and then a group of people blew and sang to lift Christopher and Qian Fengqian onto a big tortoise, and the big tortoise crawled forward slowly and unsteadily.

Qian Fengqian shouted, "Where is this going?"

Christopher said: "How do I know? If I want to ask you, ask this little safari."

Qian Fengqian looked at the little black dragon, the little guy smiled wretchedly, and continued to eat its apples proudly.

Qian Fengqian said helplessly: "Hey, asking it is also in Baiwen, and it doesn't understand what it says."

Christopher said: "You can ask the high priest to translate it."

Qian Fengqian thought for a while and felt that it made sense, pointing at the high priest and shouting: "Hey, old man, come here!"

The high priest bowed, nodded and saluted: "Yes, Lord Dragon Messenger!"

What?Lord Dragon Messenger?What is this?Qian Fengqian looked at the little black dragon in her arms, and knew that she and Christopher had been named the Dragon Messenger by this little guy for no reason.

The high priest struggled to climb up the luxurious tortoise that Qian Fengqian was riding on, and Qian Fengqian asked:

"Where are you taking us?"