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He no longer believes in the so-called "consensus" of this world, let alone the so-called "rumors" or "conventions". His wife, the only one in his life, was a spy sent by the North, an enemy of the people of the South, whom he had always loved. His son, the only son in his life, was a demon fetus of jealousy and resentment, a monster who could not tolerate the world. His friends are madmen who desecrate imperial power, fugitives who should be beheaded all over the house, and even his most trusted personal bodyguards, who are called "devils" in this era, and are the legendary "mouths of the world". He has experienced too much despair of being deceived by the world, he has experienced too much despair of being misunderstood by the world, so that under his glorious authority, there is a ruin-like decadence. He has experienced the nuclear winter of his life, and naturally understands such despair better, after the first second he saw the puppet was full of shock, all that was left was the silence and alienation of reason.

He didn't want Wan Jianxin to explain, because he knew that it was another miserable past like a nuclear ruin, just like the love that he couldn't get back in three lifetimes. His trust in Silver Dust is completely different from Wan Jianxin's trust in Silver Dust, his trust in the silver-haired boy is the trust of isolation, the trust that leaves him enough personal space, and Wan Jianxin's trust in Silver Dust is the trust of sharing pain, and he is willing to take all the risks of being alone and adrift in this world with him.

Wan Jianxin looked at Zhao Guangyi's back, and didn't say a word after all. "Forget it, love to listen or not, everyone in this world can betray him, I, Wan Jianxin, won't. He also turned around, his sword hilt in his hand, staring at the slowly moving black mountains, as if he wanted to penetrate the black and opaque mountains with his gaze, and set the camp of the Demon Pavilions on the other side on fire with his gaze.

At the same time, there was a panicked scream from the lonely peak on the opposite side, and Liang Yunfeng really couldn't stand the pressure of the puppets running around his eyes, and ran down from the top of the lonely peak screaming. At the same moment, the dirt not far behind Zhao Guangyi burst open, and two dark black puppets broke through the ground, and more than a dozen aiming beams repeatedly locked onto the opposite peak, followed by a volley of rockets. The top of the lone peak was immediately plunged into a storm of black smoke and metal projectiles.

When the puppets finished building their bases, they sank into the shadows one by one and disappeared, as if they were really temporary pawns from the underworld. The people of the Golden Sword Gate and the Iron Sword Gate were familiar with this kind of thing, and they were giggling and cooking on the fire in the camp. However, the original team of the True King was shocked like a stake, and they could only stand aside at a loss, until they were pulled by the familiar Jianghu disciples to lay their hands.

Zhao Guangyi adjusted his mentality, turned around and summoned the fire steward again: "This time, the night watchman will be selected from the secret guard, if it doesn't work, they will work in two shifts, and they can't let these friends in the rivers and lakes continue to take care of them all the time! You should also know that they are now completely fighting for us, and they who are in the mud in the rain for the honor of our palace, I'm afraid they can't look down on these things produced in the secret realm at all!"

"Your subordinates understand! Master, if you can trust your subordinates, your subordinates will let you take a good look! The people from our real king's mansion are by no means any worse than those heroic gentlemen on the rivers and lakes!"

"It's not this seat watching, it's the friends on the rivers and lakes watching!"

"Yes, yes!" the fire steward quickly bowed his head in agreement, turned around and hurried away.

At the same time, on the other side of the river, the disciples of the Demon Pavilion, endured a maddening roar, and after a long day of running and toiling, they had to dig up the dirt under their feet with their hands mixed with the wind, looking for any fish and meat that could be preserved fruit, and they had to build tents by hand, build bonfires, and do everything they could for the enjoyment of the prince. However, the bad thing was that they didn't find a single fish, a starfish, or a sea cucumber in the silt on the bank of the river, and all they could dig out were many black loaches like threads, which meant that, except for Zhao Detian, Mingquan, and Feng Lieshan, the entire Mowei Pavilion could only eat this kind of thing of unknown origin for dinner. Although there is no such thing as industrial pollution in this world, these mutated creatures that look like earthworms and yellow eels dug out of the mud are still terrifying, and no one knows if they are poisonous or not, after all, no one in this era has yet been able to invent a way to test all the toxins in the world, otherwise the silver dust would not have been poisoned by Dorantes.

In the largest and most luxurious tent that was first set up, Zhao Detian was still spending time drinking, perhaps knowing that his life was pinched in the hands of others, he was still a little shrewd and upright, and he completely became a gentleman, and he no longer had to worry about the so-called secret exploration. Outside the tent, Ming Quan and his newest ally Feng Lieshan stood side by side, watching a few disciples of the Qi Transformation Stage slowly set up the tent little by little with their hands, and remembered what Liang Yunfeng said, the righteous paths on the opposite side quickly built a whole row of rock houses with the help of a group of ironclad puppets, and the faces of the two became darker and darker.

"Careless......" Feng Lieshan sighed, his boundless and lonely eyes drooped, staring at the muddy ground in front of the straw sandals, his eyes that were usually squinted into a slit opened slightly, and heavy remorse and a little paranoia and madness gushed out from it.

"What's wrong?" Mingquan asked knowingly, her tone was flat, and the expression on her face was as calm and indifferent as a sculpture.

"What else could it be? Who the fuck would have thought that he would actually have an entire puppet sect with him! Is there anyone in the world who is his opponent if he goes on like this!" Feng Lieshan roared as if he was venting, he was once extremely scheming, but at this moment, facing a completely invincible potential enemy, before the huge pressure and the despair that had no chance of winning, he finally had a moment of collapse and yelling.

"The deity originally thought that he had left those puppets in the Red Blood Secret Realm, and there would be no more puppets in the future. No matter how powerful he is, stronger than Wan Jian Xin, he is just a distraction master. We, Mowei Pavilion, are not afraid of him, but who knows......"

Feng Lieshan babbled and vomited, in fact, since May, he had been in charge of the intelligence agency of the Demon Wei Pavilion, and he had fallen into a deep fear, just like Du Chuanchang back then. "He came out of the secret realm and defeated several teams we sent over, at that time, you also know that our Demon Wei Pavilion had just broken up because of Tian Wanzai, the madman who wanted to be the emperor, and he was the weakest in all aspects, how could he have the energy to send a decent team to deal with him......? When it dragged on until the Blood Yang City, we originally planned to use the Shenhai Sect or the Northerners to do him unknowingly, but as a result, he was on the line with Tian Wanzai's people! Speaking of which, he took Tian Wanzai's line, and the deity was happy in his heart, Tian Wanzai's beast had no other skills, and he was jealous and jealous of being the number one good player! Otherwise, he had the two King Kongs of Yun Wuyue and Wei Wuliang under his hands, not to mention our side, it is difficult to say whether the Shenjian Gate can withstand the pressure! Not to mention that Yun Wuyue helped him recruit Yan Guiluo and Zhang Mengmeng again, plus Yinchen, who finally caught her line, will ...... in the future I'm afraid that the glory of the ancestor can be realized...... But because of his deliberate connivance, Zhang Mengmeng, Yun Wuyue, Yan Guiluo, and Wei Wuliang died tragically one after another, and a good hand of cards was played like this by him. If the silver dust falls into his hands, it must be a life that was sacrificed as an outcast...... It's a pity, a month later, God knows how the fucking ghost Li Ming betrayed the Black Mountain Villa and followed the silver dust directly, and that was to give him the most powerful secret in the Demon Pavilion!

Speaking of this, Feng Lieshan grabbed his long white hair wildly: "At the beginning, the deity was his introducer! If everything can be done again! The deity first abolished the fake Elder Lei, and when the time comes, whether she is used to bribe Wei Wuliang or honor her teacher, it will never be the way it is now!"

His voice spread far ahead, disappearing into the waves of the river, no response. Although all mankind knows that there is no regret medicine sold in the world, not everyone understands that the disease of "regret" is not that you will not be infected if you don't think about it.

"That puppet sect is not without flaws, all the wild monsters in this world are good helpers to deal with puppets!" Ming Quan showed a disgusted and contemptuous expression on Feng Lieshan's back, and a pair of originally warm and soft apricot blossom eyes reflected a resolute cold light:" Although we are in a secret realm, but with the masters of the Fahua Temple, we can still get external support, from the very beginning we have taken the lead, through the Fahua Temple, we can completely transfer a few masters of bewitching beasts, and when the beasts rush, the palace wants to see what else is left of his so-called puppet!"

"Fahua Temple?" Feng Lieshan quickly turned around, and his eyes completely turned into two thin lines: "The bald people of Fahua Temple are all eunuchs!"

"On the surface, they are eunuchs, the cash cow of eunuchs, but in fact they ......" Mingquan stopped at this point and smiled mysteriously. She knew that the monks of Fahua Temple had always been eunuchs, and she herself was now a eunuch, so she could completely mobilize the people of Fahua Temple to show Feng Lieshan. Whether it's Feng Lieshan or the prince of the king, no one will know that he is a member of the eunuch party, I'm afraid even Yinchen will think that she is a member of the eunuch party, right?" "If you can't get close to Yinchen, then you can completely lurk in the post-party and make an internal response, so that Zhao Meiyu will also be satisfied, right?" This is Mingquan's idea at this time, she is full of thought that Feng Lieshan will consider it according to her words, and use the Fahua Temple, which has never rebelled, as a hole card to curb the eunuch party, in that way, she will really make a meritorious service.

It's a pity that people like Feng Lieshan can't figure it out to Mingquan.

"It's weird. How could the bald donkeys of Fahua Temple suddenly defect and join the Hou Party? Or is it that the so-called Mingquan in front of them has actually ...... Unreliable?" Feng Lieshan glanced Ming Quan up and down thoughtfully, and then looked away, his slitted eyes filtered out some of the ingredients in his gaze well, and did not let Ming Quan detect anything wrong.

The invisible rift and diaphragm quietly grow in this mutual suspicion and mutual vigilance, becoming a noose for all parties to contain each other, this diaphragm, vigilance, and vigilance, will not show any harm in normal life, but once it comes to a critical juncture-

No one knows what will happen.

On the other hand, the father and son of Zhenwang and their friends in the rivers and lakes are working together, although the two sides have a small quarrel over the question of who keeps vigil (everyone wants to keep vigil so that others can rest for a while), but the intimate relationship between them will not be shaken in any way, but because of various small frictions and exchanges, they have increased their understanding of each other.

After a simple dinner of barbecued fish, all those who could sleep retreated into the stone houses made of silver dust and fell asleep, so as to accumulate the most physical strength and spirit for tomorrow. These houses have their own flue and exhaust facilities, if it weren't for Zhao Guangyi and He Lao's resolute refusal, not allowing him to consume mana excessively, I am afraid that even the air conditioner, refrigerator, and water dispenser can appear, so as long as a fire is lit in the fireplace, then there is no need to worry about the damp cold deep underground at night. After all the sleepers entered the stone house, the guards who had won the vigil took out their crossbows tacitly, prepared poisoned arrows and broken arrows, and set traps with thunderbolts on the periphery of the camp, while they hid in the shadows around the camp, wandering silently like ghosts in the night.

Silver Dust entered his stone room, took out his own set of travel bed quilts from the arcane space, put it in the middle of the room and lay down to sleep, in his room, the entire floor is a beautiful magic array, the walls are plastered with defensive barriers, and there are even three dragon-fighting thieves on the ceiling.

He lay down, with a hint of loneliness in his expression, even though he knew that next door was his best friend Wan Jianxin, and on the other side was his most loyal subordinate, Ghost Liming, he still couldn't fall asleep like he did in Longgu Village.

"Maybe it's a complicated world over there, right?" he thought as he closed his eyes, but he thought it was ridiculous.

Silver Dust lay down and fell asleep, and after 6 hours of extreme fatigue that he had never felt before, he opened his eyes reluctantly, but without choice. He condensed some water from the space and sprayed it on his face, hitting his cheeks so hard that he woke up from the muddy and sleepy feeling. Mr. Mage stood up, extinguished his mana, and removed all the excess from the stone room, leaving only the original rock formation.

It is not appropriate to say that it is rock, because the real material of these stone houses is low-quality concrete, and these stone houses can be kept intact for 20 years in this place.

Silver Dust took out a crystal ball from the arcane space, which she asked Zhao Detian through Zhao Lingyun when the True King Mansion and the Venerable King Mansion were working together happily, and this was also the first time he asked for something. After experiencing the greatness and horror of Chiyou's inheritance, he lost the hedge realm, lost the sea of qi, and even lost everything he had once been a mage. His body, his mage status, his battle patterns, his skill chains, his bursts and controls, everything, had to start all over again. Without the hedging field, if he wants to experiment with magic, he must use the elemental pool.