is different from Bao Nu, who is hated by everyone and no one likes him, if he is a person, he will like Bao Ziyu.

Everyone often hears that if you don't know Bao Ziyu, it is in vain to call yourself a hero.

In everyone's mind, Bao Nu is a psychopathic old man.

And Bao Ziyu is indeed a good person and a reliable friend, and it is indeed amazing that this bastard Bao Nu can be such a good son.

Bao Ziyu is familiar with the art of war, and is also proficient in local affairs, and more importantly, he is also proficient in martial arts.

Unlike Bao Ziyu, who is positive and strives to create a happy new life, this Bao Nu is a disgusting person.

Bao Nu, who was imprisoned in the prison of the Intelligence Department, actually became a bargaining chip.

Tang Xizong and his favorite concubine Yan Ling were determined to use him to play a game with Tang Zhangwei.

Richard's voice became soft. "I've always felt that from thousands and hundreds of subtle places, you are greater than you admit. You are an extraordinary person. I've always been honored to be your friend. And I know that, as my friend, you will do anything to help me when my life is in danger, just as I would do to you. I trust you with my life, and now my life is in your hands Zheng "Richard hates ending it this way, but all lives are in danger Zheng can't play the game anymore.

Zod put his hands on the table and leaned forward. "I've never been so proud of you, Richard." His eyes told him that he really thought so. "You're absolutely right." He stood up and walked around the table. Richard stood up, and the two embraced. "I've never grieved for you like this." Zod hugged Richard again. "Sit down. I'll come back. I have something for you. Sit down and wait a while. ”

Zod cleaned the table, tucked the plate in the crook of his arm, and walked into the room. Karen watched worriedly as he walked in. Richard thinks she'll be happy to find a magician, but she looks more worried than ever. Things don't turn out the way he thought they would.

When Zod reappeared, he was carrying a long thing. Karen stood up. Richard realizes that Zod has a sword in his hand. Karen stopped him at the table and grabbed his robe.

"Don't do that, Zord." Her voice was desperate.

"It's not my choice."

"Zod, please don't do this, pick someone else, don't choose Richard..."

Zod interrupted her. "Karen! I warned you. I tell you, he chooses himself. If I didn't pick the right people, we'd all die. If you have a better way, come out! ”

He pushed her aside and came to the table across from Richard, slamming his sword in front of him. Richard jumped. His gaze shifted from the sword to Zod's forcible gaze, and Karen leaned closer to the table.

"It belongs to you," Zod. Karen turned, her back to them.

Richard's gaze returned to the sword. The silver scabbard was faintly glittered with golden ornamentation, and the entire gorgeous scabbard was covered in waves. The steel cross gauntlets stretched out offensively. Delicate silver threads are wound around the hilt of the sword, mixed in the silver threads, and the gold threads are woven to form two words: truth. This sword, Richard believed that only a king was qualified to wear. It was the best weapon he'd ever seen.

Slowly, he stood up. Zod grabbed the scabbard, the hilt facing Richard. "Pull it out."

Richard seemed to be lost, his fingers closed and clenched the hilt of the sword, and he pulled the sword out, and with a bang, the sound of metal vibrated in the air, and Richard had never heard a sword make a similar sound. His hand gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and on the fingers facing each other in the palm of his hand, he could clearly feel the word truth wrapped in gold thread, the raised words embedded in his skin, almost a little painful. For no reason, it feels simply flawless to hold. The weight of the sword also matched his perfectly. He felt as if some part of his body was complete.

From the depths of his heart, he felt his anger begin to spiral upwards, rushing around, looking for a way out. He suddenly felt the teeth hanging from his chest.

As his anger stretched out, he felt some kind of power on the sword awaken and pour into him, when his own angry fellow brother. His own sense has always been independent and whole. Now it's as if the image in the mirror suddenly comes to life. It's a frightening feeling. His anger nourishes the power of the sword, and the anger of the sword feeds his own anger. Two identical storms of anger swirled through his entire body. He felt like a helpless bystander, dragged without resistance. It's a frightening but at the same time seductive feeling. This feeling of confusion overwhelmed him from head to toe, searching for his anger, and the whole person felt as if he had flown up. Richard did everything in his power to contain the outburst. He's on the verge of going berserk. He is on the verge of abandonment.

Zodmuse Zu Zollund shook his head back, stretching out his arms in large characters. To the sky, he shouted loudly, "Warn those who are dead and those who are alive!" The Explorer is born! ”

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the clear blue, and the thunder shook the earth and echoed in the valley.

Karen knelt in front of Richard on her knees, hung her head, and rested her hands on her back. "I hereby swear to protect the explorers with my life."

Zod knelt beside Karen, his head down, and his hands resting on his back. "I hereby swear to protect the explorers with my life."

Richard stood in a panic, sword of truth in his hand, his eyes wide and breathless.

"Zod," he whispered, "what's the Explorer?" ”

Zod clasped his palms together. "The explorer is a person who only needs to be responsible for himself, he himself is the law. Carrying the sword of truth as he wants, he can ask anyone to answer anything, within the limits of his own power. Zod raised his hand to stop the questions and objections that Richard wanted to raise. I know this explanation is vague. The point is that the explorer is like all the powers. Like I told you before, it's the one who uses the power that decides what the explorer really is. That's why finding the right person is the most important thing. The right person will use the power sensibly. You see, Richard, the explorer acts exactly literally, he explores. He explores the answer to the matter. He chooses for himself what he wants to explore the answer to. If he's the right person, he'll explore ways to help with answers

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