Next, Blood Pupil and the others stayed in the palace. Waiting for Boya's return.

And so on is seven days.

Every day, there are excellent food and wine, there are countless warblers and swallows lingering back and forth, and Steward Li is waiting for the blood pupil's orders at any time. Thousands of subordinates revolve around Blood Pupil and the others. As long as they wanted, they could get anything from this dynasty, even the lychees from the Dongling, the Ma Nǎi grapes from the Western Frontier, the dried fruits and vegetables from the Beiyang, and even the tributes in the imperial palace.

It was only at this time that the Blood Pupil knew how powerful the King of the Dao side by side was. It can be said that in this dynasty, although he is not an emperor, he is better than an emperor. He did not participate in state affairs, but his every word had a greater majesty than that of the emperor. The whole country is not so much the emperor's home country as his back garden.

Therefore, the blood pupil naturally received the highest service.

When you get up, someone dresses, someone serves dishes when you eat, and even when you sleep, there will be two Mei Ji who get into his bed in advance, which is called a warm bed. But the blood pupil knew that as long as he looked at it casually, these two Meiji would definitely be very happy to develop the warm bed into a 'warm bed'.

This is not the life he wants, though.

The smell of Yan Ji and beautiful maids, sweet songs and wines, and fat powder masks the smell of blood. This is the gentle hometown of the ancient dynasty, but it is not the harbor of the blood pupil. No matter how gentle the beauty here is, no matter how respectful the subordinates are, the blood pupil still feels an inexplicable sense of urgency. It's as if someone is driving themselves with a whip in the back.

So on the morning of the seventh day, he found Steward Li to find out when Lu Dao Boya would return.

Steward Li's attitude was very respectful. The kind of respect that can lie down at your feet and lick your boots at any time. But the answer disappointed the blood pupils.

No one can know the traces of the king side by side, and even he doesn't know the way. So the blood pupil can only wait.

This wait is another seven days, another seven days, and seven more days, and seven days after the last......

It's been a month......

The blood pupil stood by the small lake in the palace, looking at the microwaves and water birds rising in the small lake. The gaze was a little misty.

It's been a month since Boya left. During the month, they spent every day in the gentle country. It's like a dream. A month is not a long time. It's not short, but in this world of drunken dreams and death, Blood Pupil feels a trace of fear.

He noticed that his reflexes were starting to become sluggish.

Every day. He is still training rigorously. Torture yourself by all means. The same is true of his companions. The rapidly burning life force had long since stopped, and he now felt like his body was like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any fluctuations. The body's bio-energy pool is still functioning. But the blood pupil could feel a hint of its death intent, and it seemed that it was gradually withering and going to exhaustion.

All of this happened in just one month, and it was so fast that the blood pupil was unacceptable.

He really couldn't imagine how much force had caused all this, but he knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

For a month, Boya has not appeared, indicating that he is in some trouble. And there is only one thing that can cause him these troubles, and that is the demonic warrior who broke into the ruins before.

They are all the most outstanding jīng Ying in the third world, and there are also higher-level strong leaders. It's hard to imagine how difficult they will be. Although this is the home of Crodier. It is guarded by five of the most illustrious juggernauts in the history of Crodir. But all they were left with was a clone. It's been too long...... Even the great biological civilization of Crodil could not maintain the vitality of immortality. Maybe...... From the moment he sets foot on this planet, the glory of the five masters of Crodil will be wiped out in the dust......

Blood Pupil crouched down, picked up a stone and threw it into the small lake. Plop. The stones stirred up ripples and startled a flock of waterfowl.

In a pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake in front of him, the graceful singing is still fluttering, among which the beauty of the shadow is graceful and dancing, forming a dreamlike scene. But the pupils of the blood pupil contracted suddenly. There was a flash of coldness.

He stood up and was about to return to his lodgings. saw an old figure walking behind.

"My lord, what do you command?" Steward Li asked respectfully, as humble and cautious as ever. The old body was almost bent to the ground.

"You...... Don't have any news from adults? ”

"No, the prince won't tell us anything about it." Steward Li still gave the same answer. However, this time the blood pupil didn't say much, just nodded slightly and walked out of the garden. Ten minutes later, the blood pupil walked out of the palace with the team and blended into the flow of people outside.

The blood pupil has to find out for himself.

Since Boya can't test himself, then he has to find the altar and find the exit.

Blood Pupil didn't want to wait any longer, because the longer he waited, the more he found himself starting to weaken. This kind of weakness is not only on the **, but even the god of jīng is gradually paralyzed, as if he has been poisoned by slow xìng. So he could only walk, before he lost his mobility.

This is another half a year. In the past six months, Blood Pupil has led the team through many places, the royal city of the dynasty, remote towns, and even the mountains and evil mountains beyond the border. He interviewed many people, some of them were famous Confucians, and some were well-informed local snakes, but without exception, they did not get any information. The entire dynasty was like a closed world, besieging him in it.

The more the blood pupil explored, the more disappointed he became, and at the same time surprised to discover a fact. Then even if he can't mobilize his energy. He and his companions, including Wright, unknowingly lost the ability to mobilize energy. They can no longer fly, nor do they have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. The once sensitive sense of thought is also as if it has been frozen, and it can no longer drive the slightest. No one can tell exactly when this change took place, as if they didn't have the capabilities in the first place. And in the conversation between the blood pupil and his companions, he gradually found that they seemed to be starting to lose themselves.

At first, Robbie and the twin siblings were able to comfort themselves. They passed the time by chatting with themselves about jokes and anecdotes, but as time went by, they began to become more and more reluctant to talk, and later they lost the possibility of talking at all. Follow yourself like a walking corpse. Except for his own orders, everything else will not be heeded.

His team has completely lost its vitality.

The blood pupil didn't know how these changes came about. But he had a faint fear in his heart. It was a strange feeling, and he hadn't been afraid in a long time. But at this time, it seems so strong and distinct. So much so that with the tenacity of the blood pupils, I couldn't help but feel the cold.

But he was still searching, gritting his teeth, searching step by step.

His next target is the Cape of the East China Sea. The most marginal strip of the dynasty. It has always been regarded as the seat of exiled officials. However, the blood pupil received news from a great Confucian who was said to have seen an immortal here.

Blood Pupil doesn't believe in the legends of immortals, in his eyes, the so-called immortals are a group of strong people who have enough strength to break through the void. He used to be a part of it, but now, he's just a little stronger than the average person.

The long-term paralysis had left him with almost all his abilities, and he had nothing left except for a strong physique and enough combat experience, and even his trusted companions and subordinates had become a group of walking corpses who only knew how to obey orders.

The feeling was terrifying, horrific enough to crumble even the toughest fighters. But the blood pupil still insisted......

He's going to live. Live well.

The will to survive from the last days overcame the fear of the unknown, allowing him to hold on until now, and now it looks like he will continue to do so until he dies.

After another two months, the blood pupil finally arrived at its destination. When he crossed a high mountain and saw the raging sea below and the endless sea level, his heart suddenly shook. It was a shock that transcended the soul, as if I had been freed from my shackles and had seen the dawn of dawn.

Blood Pupil's mood suddenly became cheerful, and all the troubles seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment. Surrounded by many companions, he walked to the sea, where there was a small fishing village.

There was no one in the small fishing village and all the rooms were empty. The Blood Pupil only saw an old fisherman on a reef by the sea.

The old fisherman sat there fishing, and he didn't know how much time he had been in the road. The clothes on his body were rotten and only pieces of cloth remained, and his body was thinner and skinny, but his jīng god was excellent, and his eyes were blazing.

When the blood pupil walked behind him, the old fisherman suddenly 'shhh "Be quiet, don't disturb my fish."

The blood pupil looked at the sea cháo lapping the shore at his feet, and listened to the cháo sound like muffled thunder. I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly.

And the fish in this case? Still need to live in hiding? This old fisherman is really pedantic and cute.

But he still slowed his pace as he said, and walked behind the old fisherman little by little.

From his angle, he could clearly see that the old fisherman's rod had long since run out of line. In this way, he fished with a bare rod at least three meters above the water.

"If you do this, how can you catch a fish?" The blood pupil couldn't help but feel a little strange.

But the old fisherman ignored him, and still looked intently at the water under the fishing rod, and after a long time he whispered. "You only know that I'm fishing, but you don't know that I'm fishing."

Fishing and fishing seem to be the same word, but the old fisherman takes it for granted, as if he were saying two things.

The blood pupil naturally couldn't understand, so she could only remain silent.

But the old fisherman seemed to know his doubts, and answered them on his own. "Fishing is about catching fish. But fishing, but only to study fate. I know that my rod doesn't have a line, but who can be sure that a rod without a line won't catch a fish? ”

"If fate decides that a fish will be caught by me, it will be hooked whether I have a line or not."

The old fisherman squinted his eyes and said, before the words fell, the blood pupil saw a sea cháo suddenly slap towards the reef, and in the splashing waves, there was really a sea fish jumping up in the air and piercing the fishing rod......