The prison cell was in chaos, with screams and cries coming and going.

Lancelot already had an extra glass of red wine in his hand, and he raised his hand to take a sip.

I admired the scene of the fight in the prison in front of me with great satisfaction.

"Didn't realize you're still an artist!" Lancelot praised the prison guard next to him, but it was actually Jiang Zihang.

"There are more outstanding works, all of which are still to come, and they will be presented to you one by one."

"Good, I'm going to enjoy it."

At this time, the prison guards brought Lancelot a sofa, on which he lay comfortably.

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Li Shaoze strolled alone through the streets of Rashvi.

He didn't know that he was so soft-hearted that he would let Ye Qingyan go.

Forget it, let her complete the harvest plan, anyway, when she comes back, there is still time.

Although he was comforting himself, he was still very disappointed.

Before you know it, there are no neat houses on either side of the road, and they have been replaced by bushes and the occasional thatched hut.

The road in front of you leads to the hill to the west.

Looking at the halfway up the mountain from a distance, it seems that there is a pavilion.

Li Shaoze suddenly wanted to go there to have a look.

It was drizzling from the sky.

The fine raindrops were on Li Shaoze's hair and shoulders.

In La Seze, his identity has always been that of an arms dealer, so he does not wear military uniforms.

It's just that after cutting the wires in the hotel room before, when chasing Ye Qingyan, he left in a hurry, wearing only a black shirt.

The thin shirt was quickly wet from the rain and stuck to the skin.

The path up the hill is winding and quiet, but it is also a little slippery.

Going up the hill along the path, he turned a mountain pass and a sharp wind blew his short hair into the air.

The hem of the wet shirt was also raised.

The cold wind took away the temperature, but Li Shaoze didn't feel cold at all.

He looked back at Diamond Avenue in Luxevie and could see the whole of Rashvi in a panoramic view.

Halfway up the mountain, there was only less than fifty paces left in the pavilion.

At this time, the mountain road has become a bluestone road.

This made Li Shaoze feel very surprised, and it also reminded him of the bluestone paved road in the old street of the imperial capital Xicheng District.

He looked up at the other fork in the bluestone pavement, disappearing into a white mist.

Where the end of the fork in the road will lead aroused Li Shaoze's curiosity.

He did not walk to the pavilion, but walked directly along the fork in the road, towards the deep mountains.

At first, the fork in the road was relatively smooth, but soon it came to the end of the road.

At the end is a ten-meter-high cliff.

Li Shaoze faintly felt that this road could not end here.

He looked up at the cliff, ten meters, not very high.

Step on a protruding rock, and climb up.

Before reaching the top of the cliff, the smell of sandalwood wafted into his nostrils.

This is in Africa, is there also a Taoist temple?

Li Shaoze turned over and jumped onto the cliff, and in front of him was an extremely thrilling mountain road.

The edge of a cliff as steep as Mount Hua, and the path of stone steps carved out.

Each step is only 10 centimeters long, allowing only your toes to step on it.

And the distance between the steps is 30 cm apart.

On the cliffs, smoke fills the air.

The three words "Xianyouguan" are engraved on the other side of the cliff.

Since I'm here, I'm sure I'm going to go up and see what happened.

Li Shaoze grabbed the iron chain next to the stone steps path, and climbed up the steep stone steps quickly.

Behind the smoke, hidden under a few vigorous ancient pines, what is faintly visible is the antique Xianyou view.