"The surrounding countries are Ebral, Molodo, Ghochang, Pars. The country's first emperor was the country, which has been established for more than 200 years and is known for its prosperity and strength. A little girl said, a little embarrassed to see everyone looking at her, "Brother Yang Fan took me to play last year." She added stupidly, "I didn't just go out. ”

"I'll settle accounts with you later!" The old man glared at her, opened the letter and read it for a while, his face becoming solemn. After a long time, he sighed and handed the letter to the people next to him.

"I don't think the people on the ground are killing each other again." A man said after reading the letter.

"Human nature fights with each other, and forgets that life is the most precious thing," said a woman in white. ”

"We told them a long time ago not to start a war lightly, but unfortunately they still did not comply," the old man sighed, "and human nature is like this, and there is no way, should we let the invaded side stop resisting?" ”

"Nope! Not so! It is you, you who have brought civilization to us, you are prophets, you are messengers of God, how can there be no way? The boy possessed by Du Lili said excitedly for some reason, a mouthful of blood couldn't help but spurt out, and the girl held him in horror.

"Kid, you don't understand." The old man sighed, "We are also victims of war. ”

"So we take refuge from the world, and live in seclusion here, repenting of our sins and those of our ancestors." I don't know who said it.

The boy stared at them in amazement, and the people around him fell into endless silence.

"That's not right." A "prophet" in the corner suddenly said, "The people on the ground are not all warlike. ”

The boy followed the gaze of the crowd, and a young "prophet" was standing up straight from some large blisters that looked like they were transparent, and Du Lili saw a person lying inside, and she realized that this person had been examining the corpse just now.

"Yang Fan, what did you say?" The old man turned to him and asked.

"Meiling has always asked me to take her out to play, and I have traveled with her to thirteen countries on the ground." The young prophet named Yang Fan said, casually glancing at the little girl, her mischievous gaze met the old man's stern eyes, startled, and shrank in the crowd.

"I studied their history books, and there was only one skirmish in the last hundred years, and the end result was a handshake between the two sides, which shows that both rulers and ordinary people are disgusted with war." Yang Fan continued, "They have always adhered to the axioms of the world well, and the concept of peace is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the Moroctans are no exception. ”

"But what about this invasion with firearms?" The old man asked.

"What kind of 'great magician', it was he who taught the Morolodons to make firearms and provoked this war, if it weren't for him, the Morolodonians, whose strength is similar to that of the surrounding countries, would not have risked provoking the war," Yang Fan said, "These people who disguise themselves as ghosts in invisibility cloaks to prevent people from coming on pilgrimage are probably his subordinates, and he doesn't like the ideas we spread to people, so he prevents people on the ground from coming to accept the edification of civilization." His purpose is to establish another civilization, and there is only one person who thinks of it, and I suspect that the Great Magician is the one who ran away from here......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the door of the hall suddenly opened, and a group of black-robed men burst in, countless gun barrels pointed at the people in the room.

"You're right, I'm the 'Great Magician.'" The leader laughed, took off his helmet, and revealed a young and heroic face, "People respectfully call me 'Dacheng Most Holy Magic Master' Konts, and I think this title is much better than 'Prophet'. He looked around and said, "It's been ten years since I left here, and everything here is still the same. ”

"Do you think there's any benefit to that?" Yang Fan asked loudly.

"Like you said, I'm just trying to bring a different kind of civilization to the people of the earth, that's all," he said, shrugging his shoulders as he spread his hands, "and see what you civilization purveyors have instilled in them?" They were taught to live like Puritans, and to live in harmony with nature, and now they don't even have a train. And what do you say that it is shameful to have no desire for love, what do you think you have created? Eden? Or a monastery? Amusing! ”

"And what do you want?" The old man asked calmly.

"Nothing, I just want to restore that world that has disappeared, high-rise buildings, cars, villas, nightclubs, casinos, jazz, marijuana, beautiful women and sumptuous drinking feasts at night...... In short, everything in that world! He said excitedly, the green tendons on his forehead protruding, "Even conquering the world no longer uses knives and guns, just a finger, a button, planes, warships and tanks will bring destruction and death to the opponent......" he said here, and smiled weirdly, "Only that kind of world is real, I belong to that world." ”

"You belong there, we don't." Yang Fan said coldly.

"Their words are so profound," the girl next to her whispered to the boy possessed by Du Lili, her words full of innocence, "I didn't understand a word." ”

"It's okay, I've written it down, and we'll go back and study it slowly." The boy turned his head, "Huh? Why is the fat tiger gone? ”

"Well, since you are willing to stay here and repent for the rest of your life, you can do as you please, but you have to give me that bottle." The black-robed man named Kontz said, holding out his hand.

The old prophet's face changed.

"To me, my dear father," he continued, "I know that the people of the last civilization, in order to avoid the destruction of all mankind by a great cataclysm and the interruption of civilization, have designed a bottle containing all the scientific and technological achievements of that civilization that can resist any catastrophe that occurs on earth without damage. I know that you have taken something out of it and spread it to the world, and I just want to take something out of it that I want to bring to the world. In a few days, the firearms warriors I have trained will set out to conquer the world, and no one can stop them. Father, give it to me! His voice grew higher-pitched, "Otherwise, everyone here will die!" ”

"Who said that?" The fat man's voice rang out out nowhere.

"Who is it?" Koontz was taken aback, and as soon as his words fell, Du Lili saw a sharp sword tip suddenly stretch out of his chest!