The replenishment of funds allowed many of Ye Xuan's plans to officially start, and a large number of bones and ores were purchased in the dungeon, and the forging was carried out day and night. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dangerous areas in the dungeon are scattered everywhere, and all the safe areas that can be reached have been explored. In the depths, the dense ghosts forbade the living creatures to set foot.

After the Azure Knight returned to the city, the security in the city improved a little, and the unscrupulous people under Ye Xuan also had a part-time job. Through Li Changshun, Ye Xuan relied on these security tasks to earn a lot of meritorious points.

And the opening of Liuyue Building brought Ye Xuan a good fixed income. By the way, with the news of Liuyue Tower, Ye Xuan easily grasped the whereabouts of the two slave caravans.

Ye Xuan knew that he needed to leave here earlier to find the magic relics, but unfortunately until now the magpie had not been able to give a satisfactory message.

During this period, the ghost knife digested the food in his body and asked Ye Xuan for more sacrifices.

Meng Hongniang was overjoyed when she saw Ye Xuan again, she would never have thought that in the eyes of the man in front of her, she also belonged to the prey in the trap.

The moment he saw Ye Xuan, he became charming, and it took two full hours to accept the task that should have been simple and fast, but it took two full hours to be obsessed with the woman. Finally understood who the target was that could be killed, Ye Xuan looked out the window again and found that it was completely dark.

Intentionally or unintentionally, Meng Hongniang's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes seemed to be looking at Ye Xuan, who seemed to be about to leave, with tears in her eyes.

Although he knew why the other party had become the way he was now, Ye Xuan was still a little incredulous.

Meng Hongniang's body has been infiltrated by magic and completely turned into a ball of *** excessively increased sensitivity paint, which is even more acute when Ye Xuan touches it.

In the midst of the flooding, the body fluids secreted by this woman had a faint aroma.

I'm too lazy to go back tonight.

In Ye Xuan's touch, Meng Hongniang let out a cat-like moan.

Ye Xuan indulged his desires as always, although the mature body on the bed lacked a little youthful vitality, but the skills and the temperament that was to the bones could still stimulate new fun.

It's hard work to be vigilant all the time in the midst of fun, although such sobriety can prolong one's own combat by a little.

Ever since that time Ye Xuan successfully put the woman down on the bed, the demonic erosion has begun.

Under the guidance of Ye Xuan, the devil of Satanism came into contact with the woman's consciousness and cooperated with Ye Xuan to attack. If it weren't for the systematic help, Ye Xuan felt that he might not be able to easily play this woman who had been in the wind for many years.

The demonic methods of torture are masterful. has reached the finish line for the fourth time, Meng Hongniang no longer has a trace of strength in her body, Ye Xuan stretched out his fingers with a research-like curiosity and brushed the back embroidered with roses, and there were faint goosebumps in the place where he touched it.

Ye Xuan understood that the devil was also trying to erode himself.

However, there are still some benefits of helping the devil, after this woman voluntarily sacrificed her soul for strength and pleasure, Ye Xuan was able to access more high-level assassination tasks, and then on the premise of having a noble title, those assassinations against noble and wealthy businessmen could obtain considerable merit points.

The demon was pleased with his help. But when Ye Xuan asked him where there would be magic relics, the other party chose to avoid Ye Xuan's question, the magic empire still has a deep shadow on the demons.

The trading points stored in the demon's hands are also stored, and they can be traded when the time comes.

This is Ye Xuan's fifth assassination mission.

Hiding behind the flower bed and waiting for the patrol to swing over, in the afternoon, it was the time when the defense of this Yue Mansion was the most lax.

The lord on the errand of the Ministry of Rites didn't know what he offended the prime minister.

The ghost knife knew that his food was about to reach his mouth, but at this time, he quieted down, and the suppression charm on Ye Xuan's face prevented the ghost knife from eating his soul body. The headache is not very serious.

Just as Ye Xuan was about to move, he heard someone coming out of the house.

"Impossible, the ritual was given to my Yue family when the first emperor was in power, representing the supreme honor of my Yue family, how can I let you take it away without a holy decree just by relying on a message. And how do I know if your message is true or not? ”

“…… Hum! My Yue is an official of the imperial court, and this is the royal capital! The Azure Knights are in the city. I won't bother you with my comfort. Let me tell you, even if His Majesty delegates power today, this is also the Yue Mansion, and it is still not a place where a small Jinyi Wei can be presumptuous. Come! Drop-off. ”

Listening to the sound of footsteps in his ears, falling leaves from time to time put his hand on the ghost knife and calculating the distance in his heart. When he said the word send-off, Lord Yue turned around and entered the house, he was only less than ten meters away from Ye Xuan.

Under the explosion, Ye Xuan easily came to the side of this Ministry of Rites.

The Silent Hunter spat out deadly bullets.

And Jin Yiwei, who had already walked outside the door, was the first to look back and see the process of things, and it seemed unbelievable that this kind of thing would happen in front of him.

When Ye Xuan saw the man's face revealed, he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect to meet a guy he knew in this situation.

Tearful Mingxun was wearing a black official uniform, with a leather case tied diagonally to his back, and the huge leather case was buttoned up to the ogre's precept ruler!

Ye Xuan looked at the hand holding the hilt of the sword, not that he didn't want to run away, but when that hand held the hilt of the sword, Ye Xuan couldn't easily get out of this place of right and wrong.

There was anger in the furious blood, and it was a humiliation for someone who was talking to him a second ago to be killed in front of him.

In the spurt of the three-stage slash, tears fell through the sword light, and Mingxun came to Ye Xuan.

The power of the first slash made Ye Xuan feel that the ball in his hand was a little unstable, and the angle of the second swing was tricky and weird.

Ye Xuan, who leaped backwards, still suffered some damage from the third knife.

The number of mages who can use slimes to fight in Blue Bird City is already a large number, and under the influence of Mr. Shisan, a mysterious businessman, masks have become popular recently, so until Ye Xuan summoned the magic book to release the magic spell, Tears were not able to read the identity information of the player in front of him.

By this time, the soldiers who were lying in ambush nearby had already rushed in.

These were the subordinates of the prime minister who had been squatting nearby to observe the Yue Mansion for a long time.

The chaos they brought was simply deliberate, and after injuring a few NPCs in a big way, Crying Aki Myung-hoon lost Ye Xuan's goal. Then he was charged with obstructing official business by the NPC next to him.

After the Azure Knight entered the city, the quality of the guards inside the city was also improved, and it was of course very inappropriate to openly cause trouble. The weeping Mingxun knew that the white prime minister would snatch the ritual for his own plan, but he didn't expect that the other party's goal would be achieved with his own participation.

These are all manpower arranged by the prime minister's left.

None of them entered the courtyard for the assassins, and after controlling everyone, this group of people would turn the Yue Mansion upside down in a very short period of time, just for that ritual weapon with special significance.

It's just a pity that they will never find the ritual artifact.

When he went out of the city, Qingming didn't go out empty-handed.

Ceremonial vessels, one of the utensils that contain the national culture, can be used as raw materials for seals.

"Open the door." After a while, Qingye Feng, who came to the criminal department in plain clothes, stood in front of the weeping Mingxun.

"However, the prime minister has an order!" His Majesty did not wear that dress, nor did he have any tokens. The daring jailer actually wanted to try what it was like to touch the tiger's butt.

"I told you to open the door." did not use the power of identity, nor did it induce national qi to suppress. Qing Yefeng just whispered.

The jailer felt as if his throat was locked by something, and without hesitation in fear, he threw himself on the ground without even opening the door.

Qing Yefeng sighed lightly, closed his eyes, and wasted a moment before he collected the sword intent that was stirring in his chest.

Then when he opened his eyes, the lock on the cell door broke silently.

"Let's go."

"Master, ritual ......"

"I said you don't have to. You just need to practice your sword and give me a little help when I need it. I don't need you to waste your time in this way. ”

"But ......"

"I went back, I haven't done my homework for today. Do you want me to watch you finish? ”

Tearing Tian Mingxun didn't say anything more, he felt that today's master was not in a very good mood.

Yue Fanglin of the Ministry of Rites, an old man who has known each other for many years.

The soul body blessed by the official position has a high enough strength. The lock word flower butterfly is very happy to eat.

The Demon Blade's Interpretation Strike has been strengthened after several evolutions, but its impact on the user has increased.

If he hadn't been occupied by demons, if he hadn't been hypnotized by the light brain himself, Ye Xuan might not have felt the extremely secret thinking guidance. This ghost knife is tempting itself into the desire to kill.

Ye Xuan, who took off his mask, walked through the crowd, wearing an eye patch and looking a little special, but in this city, there are many fancy clothes similar to his own.

The beggar who taught him how to boxing at that time is gone, and he should have been swiped out of the task by the player to complete his mission. I just don't know if he survived in the end.

The prepared jar was placed where the old beggar had been, and he remembered that day he hid next to him while being hunted down.

And now I have a blood debt all my life, and I am burdened with all kinds of wanted people, but I will never have the same nervous and exciting feeling in my heart.

Ye Xuan just sat on the ground and poured himself a drink.

Until he felt something, he turned his face to the street.

The bright thought in his arms turned on the visual support.

Then Ye Xuan saw the somewhat familiar figure.

The slender figure was dressed in a white robe, and the face was covered by a circle of tulle around the hat, and the curves exposed through the tulle were equally familiar, as if they had appeared countless times in a dream.

The handkerchief that Achu left for himself has not been used until now. The mandarin duck on the handkerchief has been engraved in my heart.

The guards beside the woman wore special armor and carved a path through the crowd. Climbing up from the corner, Ye Xuan followed without thinking.

It was a big road all the way, and soon Ye Xuan came to the gate of the inner city.

From here, the woman entered the inner city.

If he was not mistaken, that woman must be Acchu.

Then the person who picked up Achu's mother back then must have also been in the city *** The city is where the royal family lived, Ye Xuan couldn't think of the second possibility. It is very likely that Acchu's mother was a member of the royal family.

…………………………

When he knew that she was there, Ye Xuan always felt that something was wandering in his heart, and found it difficult to soothe the thoughts in his heart, so Ye Xuan simply took his own actions.

Although the development of the dungeon is not even half, some dark passages can still be used.

Accompanied by the bamboo ghost, Ye Xuan bypassed two copies and chased his memories to the dark passage he had used.

Originally, the place where the ghost-faced envoy was encountered was empty, and if you followed this path, you could find the secret passage to the interior of the imperial city.

The slime seems to have completely infiltrated the dungeon.

Ye Xuan has the identity of the king of the slime, and since he has this identity, it no longer matters whether the slime has experienced his own transformation. As long as it is within the range of the aura, the slime will definitely serve itself as the master. This edge of the lava, which has never been visited by the unscrupulous, has already appeared here with a lot of pure elemental slimes.

Walking down the long stairs to the ground, Ye Xuan didn't know that the weather outside had deteriorated again. This winter is especially snowy.

There have been numerous protests on the forums against this winter's endgame, and the refugees struggling to survive in the winter snow have made it difficult for players who have spent too much time in peace to bear the psychological pressure.

Under the control of the system, the number of NPCs is actually an unrealistically large number. Even if the logic adds a valid reason, if you think about it carefully, it will still be a bit contrary to the fact that there should not be so many people killed in such a troubled world. In places where the player can't see, in no-man's corners, the system will use illusions to affect the sensitivity of NPCs' logic combinators, causing these families to swell quickly and then stealthily split up to create more people.

The spring and summer city battles after winter are just around the corner, and the development of cities needs population. The outcast's direct spawn can't be too much, as the realism of the world is based on a balanced value. So the number of people needs to be prepared in advance.

And these people who have prepared in advance and remember their true stories need food that will never be enough for the long and bitter winter. Then they had to endure the chaos of war and wait for the city to be built for their masters, who had been prepared for them a long time ago. How many people will survive after such a long time?

Therefore, in order to have a sufficient number of NPCs, a large number of templates were put into the game in advance. And the collapse of the reincarnation system is also a bit to cover up this strange phenomenon.

This winter, most players have experienced what it means to be cheap.

Innocent and kind people are puzzled. Doesn't it mean it's a real world? Doesn't it mean that every life here is not just data? So what is this doing? How can I treat them as if they were lives in such a cruel world?

……

In the void, Qing Yang was dressed in a robe, and his eyes only stared at the torrent of bright green data, reflecting the coldness without a trace of emotion.

Life? How are they not life, most of the character templates are the character information that I have collected and restored, from the book from the story, more from the system, and most of the character templates can correspond to a certain expired ID number in the database. Their logic editors, cloud storage are relatively independent! They are living people!

But so what? There are living examples in history, what about people? Isn't it that you can't withstand the chaos of war? It's just the beginning, and when winter hits and food is scarce, hungry people will riot. By the beginning of spring next year, the chaotic war will begin, and the forces in various places will tear the earth and seal the king. At that time, when you leave your hometown, you will not follow whoever gives you food? What is life? Life itself is not noble! What is noble is the possibility of the extension of life.

I'm running out of time, it doesn't matter which method it is, whatever the decision is, hurry up and let your will go further! Let me see more possibilities in life!

Under the reflection of the bright green light, one of Qingyang's eyes turned into a strange hue, and up close, it was found that the metal around the eye was inlaid as if it was mechanically constructed.

In the petri dish of the first light brain, the last thousandth of the brain that was not mechanized had a layer of fine hairs on it, which was a parasitic life that grew when the early protection technology failed to meet the standard. How long has it been since the original date?

The operation of the mechanical parts is still like that, constantly trying to read, constantly trying to mechanize the last thousandth.

The first light brain provides the last trace of flesh left by Qingyang.

On the left, a thin-faced doctor with an old-fashioned one-sided eye and a crisp white overalls smiles maniacally.

"How much longer can you hold out?"