For the next period of time, Sikong Sheng has been living quite comfortably.

Sometimes on the battlefield -

"Ah, Huangfu leaves, don't run, stop me!" Sikong Sheng broke off, reined in the horse, left the army to chase Huangfu alone.

The army that was left behind was finally wiped out by the enemy soldiers who attacked from Group A.

"Bang!Bang!" This is the sound of Meng Xishan lying on the board in the main hall.

Sometimes it's in the backyard -

"Who blew up the kitchen? Sikong Sheng, it's you again!"

Sikong Sheng was holding the mutton skewers in one hand, and when he heard the scolding of the kitchen staff, he immediately turned around sharply and jumped over the low wall with a nimble vertical leap. In the background, there is still a cloud of black smoke and the smell of burnt paste.

"Bang, bang, bang!" This is the sound of Meng Xishan hitting the board again.

"Sikong Sheng! you just ......"

"Sikong Sheng! are you ......?"

The list goes on and on.

In the hall of Group B, the sound of military stick beating and Meng Xishan's screams echoed all day long.

Sikong Sheng was still happy all day long, as if there was no such thing as conscience in him.

Occasionally, when he came to watch the execution, he would only grin with his teeth, glad that he was not the one who was suffering now.

Gradually, even Ye Shuo and those who had no friendship with Meng Xishan couldn't look at it, but Feng Qiwu was still the same.

……

Whether Sikong Sheng can change his past mistakes is not to be said for the time being, but it didn't take long for Group B to launch a large-scale offensive operation against Group A.

"Boom, boom!"

Under the city, a spark lit up from time to time, it was the armored cannon from Group B, which was continuously firing at the first city.

With the raging cannonballs, the walls of Castle A were also bombarded into potholes, and wisps of masonry powder fell in the rising smoke and dust.

Yan Yueque and the others watched the monitoring screen in the city, and felt the vibration of the city from time to time, day and night, and couldn't help but be upset.

After Lu Hongyu's funeral, Group B seemed to suddenly become very united, and an unknown force twisted them into a rope. They began to concentrate around the coach, orderly execution of the boss's instructions, coupled with the group B handsome Yan Lilin, this man with the sharpest spear and the strongest shield in one, making Group A completely unbreakable.

Except for Sikong Sheng, who still often plays tricks, focuses on personal grievances with Huangfu, and neglects his duties, the others have stabilized into a monolith. Coupled with the combined attack skills of Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei, Jian Zhiheng and Guan Lin, they all greatly increased their overall strength.

The offensive is responsible for attacking, the defensive is responsible for defense, and the one who gives advice is responsible for giving advice. Although they don't want to admit it, in terms of overall strength, they are indeed ahead of Group A.

At this time, Yan Yueque was losing her temper.

"What are they all going to eat! Isn't there anyone who can go out and clean them up?"

The soldiers were driven out of the city by him one after another, and the casualty figures continued to be reported, but the situation on the battlefield did not improve at all.

If it weren't for a group of people who said that his recent situation was too unstable and insisted that he stay in the city to supervise the battle, he would have wanted to kill the front line in person and kill the enemy army in pieces!

But when it comes to your own situation...... And it's true. Yan Yueque rubbed his forehead irritably, when the palpitations first appeared, his heart twitched from time to time, he only thought he was too tired, and he didn't care. But in recent times, this problem has not only not improved, but has become more and more serious. Sometimes, even just a good meal, it will suddenly hurt so much that I can't hold the chopsticks.

Why did it become like this? Why on earth did it? Also, recently, his cultivation has become more and more unsmooth, and his spiritual power will always diverge in the meridians, and there seems to be something blocked between the blood vessels, and he can't collide with it. Sometimes the body will also suddenly go numb, and then there will be bouts of dizziness, which is almost like ...... It's like having some terminal illness!

Thinking of these messy accidents, Yan Yueque became more and more irritable, and waved her hand fiercely, throwing all the documents on the desktop to the ground.

"This war didn't have to be so hard. The sound of ping-pong, an ethereal female voice, but it easily overwhelmed all these noises, sounded lightly in his ears.

Yan Yueque frowned and looked at Qinglan, who entered the main control room at some point: "What do you mean?

He doesn't have a good impression of this girl.

Since she failed to leave any impression on her in the early assessment and most of the half-time trial, it means that she does not have a strong family background. This is the first reason why Yan Yueque can't look down on her.

Until the last time she attacked her own city, she suddenly appeared to turn the tide, set up a protective shield to fight against the combined attack skills of Group B, and that kind of powerful enchantment power is probably not much inferior to herself. Although Yan Yueque didn't say anything at that time, there was a sense of irritability in his subconscious.

He hates things that are out of his control, and he hates people who are more powerful than him...... I have always lost to Brother Lilin, so forget it, and then I lost to a Mo Gucheng who suddenly appeared, so it's okay...... But in this trial, he has been working hard, and his goal is the highest "Best Coach Award"! Why, even here, there will be a girl of unknown origin who steals his limelight?

As for the third reason...... It was probably this girl named Qinglan, whose overly ethereal eyes made him very uncomfortable.

There was nothing in those eyes, and he couldn't see any of her thoughts. But he always felt as if his thoughts had been clearly detected by her......

Very disgusted...... Disgusted with this feeling of imbalance!

"Then it depends on what City Lord Yan is willing to pay for this war. With a polite smile on her face, Qinglan walked slowly to his side and watched the surveillance screen in front of him with him.

On the screen, the flames of war flew sideways, and a huge spiritual skill fell, setting off several waves of earth, and dozens of virtual soldiers of Group A were thrown to the ground in such an explosion.

Yan Yueque's brows tightened again, and she was always chattering, and interrupted impatiently: "You make it clear." ”

"It's the principle of equivalent exchange. Qinglan still said unhurriedly, "City Lord Yan can get as much as he is willing to give." ”

"As long as you make a deal with me, I will take one of your things at random, and accordingly, destroy a certain number of enemy troops for you in batches. ”

"In exchange, it could be a part of your spiritual power, or a treasure of yours, or a memory of an important person about you. Of course, the heavier the price, the more enemy forces can be destroyed. ”

"You don't need to think about the method I choose. As if anticipating Yan Yueque's problem, Qinglan quickly added, "As long as you believe it, I do have this ability." ”

"Well, this deal is fair, right?"

Yan Yueque was silent for a long time, supporting the monitoring table with both hands, and let out a disdainful sneer with her hair down.

"What is this? Why should I win in such a ridiculous way? Even if I am on my own, it will only take a little more time......" His voice, gradually a little sluggish and confused, as if a self-comforting whisper, "yes, just take a little more time......"

"So, you just think the gains outweigh the losses, don't you?" Qinglan looked straight at him, and broke his heart mercilessly.

"Well, if you're willing to give the most important thing, I can just let you get the final victory. ”

"The most important thing?" Yan Yueque squinted half of her gaze, "What is that? my life?"

"It's ridiculous, if you don't die, what's the point of winning!"

Qinglan smiled indifferently: "Then it depends on what is the most important thing in the heart of City Lord Yan." ”

"Everyone's mind has a different position on what is important. In the eyes of ordinary people, perhaps the most important thing is their own life, in the eyes of filial piety, the most important thing is the safety and health of the family, in the eyes of a qualified ruler, and the most important thing is the whole country, which is his thousands of people. ”

Of course, there are also many ugly wishes. Perhaps the most important thing for him is profit, power, the façade he has faked, his ill-gotten wealth, or the hatred that longs for the death of his enemy......"

"No matter what the 'important thing' is, and whether the person who owns it is rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, good or evil, that is the last thing they want to give up. ”

"So, City Lord Yan, what about you?"

Under her continuous questioning, Yan Yueque lowered her gaze and began to think about this seemingly absurd question for the first time.

My most important ......?

No, I don't think I'm a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death...... For me, there's so much more to pursue......

Is it Xuemeng? This girl who suddenly appeared in her mind made Yan Yueque stunned for a while.

If I choose to exchange, will Xue Meng die?Or will she never like me again, and will never belong to me——?

However, he is not a person who loves beauty and does not love the country, and his most important thing should not be a woman......

So, is it his status in Tianxiao Pavilion? Is it to break through to the reincarnation realm as soon as possible? Is it to be admired by everyone, or is it to be recognized by adults?

As the ideas in her mind were constantly overturned, Yan Yueque gradually broke out in a cold sweat.

For so many years, he had been working hard, and he had given up the entertainment and love that his peers should have, and devoted all his life and time to cultivation. He has always felt that as long as he becomes strong enough, he can have everything he wants. But to this day, he suddenly realized that he didn't know what the most important thing in life was!

If this is the case, then what is the meaning of his efforts and what is the direction of his efforts?

How so...... Could it be that all these years of struggle have come to naught? Is it completely meaningless?

Cultivators, sometimes in order to seek breakthroughs, often think left and right about their existing knowledge. But that's what makes it very easy for them to get to the bottom of a problem. The more you think about it, the more you get into a dead end. The most serious consequence is that you will suddenly completely overturn your past thoughts and thoughts, and then go crazy!

The current Yan Yueque suddenly lost control in the chaos, and roared wildly: "I don't want to exchange...... Get out! Get out!"

"Then wait for City Lord Yan to figure it out and then come back to me. Qinglan simply left this sentence, and without further persuasion, she turned around and left casually.

At the same time.

An identical figure in a blue dress and blue hair quietly appeared in the battle hall of Group B.

At that time, there were only two people in the main control room, Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei, and in the face of this sudden appearance, both of them were all stunned and quickly entered a state of combat readiness.

"Can you just let me meet with your manager?" said Haruto with a faint smile, unaware of their hostility.

"You're not a ...... in Group A," Ren Jianfei pointed out with a frown.

At this time, the biggest puzzle of the two of them was why this woman, who was clearly from the enemy camp, could enter their supreme control room so easily? Could it be that the combat readiness force outside was so vulnerable?

"It doesn't matter which group it is. In the clear blue and ethereal voice, there was a kind of bewitching power. The watery blue hair spreads out behind her back, flying up in the windless quiet room, rippling a dreamy blue.

"You can think of me as ...... Lady Luck. ”

……

Next.

"What's going on?" Yan Yueque looked at the latest casualty report that came up, and was so angry that she crumpled the paper roll into a ball, "Why did our soldiers suddenly die so much, and all of them were of unknown causes?"

"It's a very simple thing. Qinglan watched him vent coldly, "If you don't want to exchange, naturally someone will be willing to exchange." ”

"So......" Yan Yue was so angry that she trembled, "In this war, did you choose to defect to Group B? Which side are you on?"

In the face of his tsunami-like outpouring of anger, Qinglan still smiled lightly: "The victory or defeat of the trial has nothing to do with me, I just want to use your battle to get something beneficial to me from you, that's all." ”

"Now the deal with Group B is going well. If City Lord Yan regrets it now, it's still too late. ”

The more she had such an attitude, the more angry Yan Yueque became, and at this time he was simply roaring:

"You know that everything you get here is virtual, what's the point of you playing this kind of trick!"

Her power could not be strong enough to interfere with the virtual and the real. Even if you choose to exchange with her here, it is nothing more than giving her the virtual parts of a virtual character, and such a loss is not a real loss at all.

Perhaps, this is the reason why those people in Group B are willing to trade with her.

Yan Yueque is not afraid of exchange, what disgusts him is just this unclear feeling, he doesn't want to be played with in the palm of his hand!

"That's my business. Qinglan still replied as usual.

They can't understand each other. Her persistence, and theirs, seem to be separated from two different worlds.

(End of chapter)