"I'm so close to you, aren't you tempted?"

Zheng Ming's sudden, flat voice interrupted Sikout's narration.

"Thought. But I don't dare, and I can't. ”

"Good. You are very smart. One last question. For my kindred is almost dead. Don't you hate me? ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's inquiry, Ciscoute's low body trembled, and then he raised his head, and even a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Hate? No! These are the privileges of the strong. It's exhausting for us to think about how to survive. ”

"Then you don't want revenge?"

To Zheng Ming's surprise, in the face of its questioning, Cisco Wut showed an almost cold blandness.

"Why take revenge? They launched a battle against you, exhausted their means and ultimately lost. What has happened cannot be changed, and all I can think about now is not how to take revenge on you, but how to lead the race to survive. Don't let the legacy go extinct. ”

"That's why you came to me to show your submission?"

"Yes. My lord. My judgment is that only by surrendering can the legacy continue. ”

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill them all?"

"If you want to kill me, listen to me."

"You're not resisting?"

"Is it useful for me to resist?"

"Isn't it useless?"

"Does it work?"

Zheng Ming's tone was hurried and constantly pressing, and Ciscoute replied calmly and calmly. Both sides kept their mouths shut as they questioned each other.

The two looked at each other in silence. It's just that there is a slight difference in the eyes of the two sides.

Zheng Ming's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and there was a cold glow in them. In contrast, Ciscoute's eyes are calm and there are no waves.

As the two looked at each other in silence, the air seemed to freeze. The atmosphere between the two became silent and heavy.

As the minutes ticked by, it was as condescending as ever, and he had a clear conscience.

The fine beads of sweat on Sikout's forehead condensed with each other, eventually sliding down his cheeks and into the corners of his mouth. He couldn't help but lick his lips, and his taste buds suddenly sent out a message like a brain under the stimulation.

Salty! Astringent! Like the taste of tears. Just as he was thinking about it and wandering slightly, a refreshing laugh came.

"Hahaha. Good. I'm starting to appreciate you a little. Get up and lead the way. Find me clothes first, and then take me to the inheritance secret room you just mentioned. ”

"Master Xie. The grace of not killing. If the adults do not give up, the villains will definitely follow him to death. ”

Sikewut heard the meaning of Zheng Ming's words, realized that he had picked up a life, and hurriedly thanked him loudly and kowtowed.

"Bang. Bang. Bang......"

The dull sound of impact came one after another, and Zheng Ming quietly stared at the Sikoute, who was not suitable for kowtowing with any remaining strength, and did not make a sound to stop it. There was no clue on its expressionless face.

It wasn't until the blood on Ciscoute's forehead gradually increased, and the ground began to be stained red with blood, that Zheng Ming, who had consciously beaten enough, said lightly.

"Alright. Get up. How long do you want me to wait? And talk to me in the future and relax, I'm a little tired from listening to your ancient style. ”

After getting Zheng Ming's consent, Cisco Wut stopped kowtowing. He didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, and hurriedly said respectfully to Zheng Ming, "Yes." My lord. Please come with me. ”

The setting sun was slanting, and the blood-red sunlight hit the two of them, pulling out two long black shadows. A slight shaky black shadow is cast into the blackened ruins of the battlefield, making it impossible to see it realistically.

The master of the black shadow, one in front of the other, walked out of this messy battlefield ruins one after another, and walked towards the place where Skoute usually studied in the village, that is, the place where the priests of the past generations lived.

……

Zheng Ming changed into an animal skin under the leadership of Sikout and embarked on the road to the residence of the priests in the village.

At this time, Zheng Ming was wearing an overall brown animal skin skirt on his lower body, a sleeveless animal skin coat in the style of a vest on his upper body, and his long purple and blue hair was tied up by it at will. As it walked, its long ponytail-like hair swayed slightly from side to side.

Walking behind Sikout, looking at his footprints on the ground, Zheng Ming was slightly distracted and thought about the information he had told him before.

First of all, Lucy should be alive at this time. Lucy escaped from the village after being wounded by a goblin three days earlier. According to the description in Ciscout's words, Lucy should have only suffered some minor injuries.

Concern is chaos. Zheng Ming hadn't thought of it before, but now that he thinks about it, it is impossible for Lucy to be killed by those goblins. You must know that Lucy has the treasure gifted by Fuyao.

As a treasure for the powerhouses of the demon clan in the transformation period to sacrifice with their own tail hair. Looking at Fuyao's solemn attitude at that time, as long as she didn't encounter too strong enemies, Lucy should have no worries about her life.

Zheng Ming thought of this, and while he was worried about losing Lucy's whereabouts, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was not realistic to find Lucy anytime soon, so it decided to explore what Siscoute called the so-called inheritance first.

According to him, the Inheritance Secret Room contained the knowledge that has been passed down to this day, the surrounding maps, the inheritance of cultivation, and the treasures that Sabidulia has not allowed him to touch all along.

This was something Sabidulia had inadvertently mentioned to Ciscout, and he himself was not qualified to step into the Inheritance Vault.

The Goblin's most precious treasure? More rare and precious than the inheritance treasures of some median races?

Zheng Ming scoffed at Ciscoute's rhetoric.

You must know that in this world, all human races together are called median races! How could such a precious treasure be in this dilapidated and humble village?

It Zheng Ming never believed it!

But if you don't believe it, you don't believe it. The tone of Sikeut's words and the pride implicit in his words made Zheng Ming a little interested.

So it decided to go under the guidance of Cisco Ut to meet the place of inheritance that he called a miracle.

"It's here. My lord, this is it. ”

Zheng Ming's thoughts were interrupted by the call of Sikoute, and he hurriedly looked at the house in front of him.

It is a low wooden house, and compared to the haphazard thatched huts around it, the whole house is made of wood.

"That's it?"

There was no expected solemnity, nor the slightest sense of mystery, looking at the wooden house in front of him, Zheng Ming was slightly disappointed.

Perhaps this wooden house may seem very beautiful in the eyes of these goblins, but in Zheng Ming's eyes, it is not as beautiful as the public toilet in the previous life.

"Alas~. I really am. What insight can these goblins have? I'm stupid enough, too. Are you still suspicious of his exaggerated statements? Is it really deceived by the theory of treasures? ”

Just when Zheng Ming was laughing at himself in his heart, Sikowut turned around and saluted respectfully.

He couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and pretended to be mysterious: "Your Excellency will know when you go in." Under the head of the guarantee, the scene inside will definitely make the eyes of adults shine. ”