bad, i'm a fool

The second question is, why doesn't the second prince himself become this god?

This is also among all the questions that Han Dongwen needs to know the answer the most—in other words, he has already made all kinds of guesses, and it is enough to get confirmation from Gu Ya's mouth.

"Because the method is still uncertain."

Gu Ya's eyes no longer looked at Han Dongwen, but turned her head to look at the boundless sky.

"I don't know how much you know about the Principality of West Asia, but the method of Archbishop Gascone is obviously wrong, and Pei Cang's method may not be correct either."

"So he recruited you to let you try instead of yourself, and see what the real way to become a god is?"

Han Dongwen's tone sounded rather anxious: "This, isn't this the monkey who tested the medicine?"

This sentence is not very polite.

Gu Ya was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked up at Han Dongwen.

"I know what you're thinking, yeah, the drug test monkey, it's too miserable, isn't it?"

She took a step forward, her eyes met Han Dongwen's all the time: "How can anyone in this world be willing to be a monkey for testing medicine? Isn't what everyone wants to rot in the basement of the church, with burnt skin and rotten flesh?" The excruciating pain of infection, the itch that is life-threatening when new flesh grows? There are so many good things, who would want to move freely and live for at least two or three years?"

Han Dongwen was stuck for a moment by the sarcasm. He must have understood that this would be a better choice for Gu Ya and the others, but he did not expect that Archbishop Gascon and Pei Cang, who had never had their lives in danger, would also be willing to be this monkey. That's all.

Gu Ya is for survival, but what they are for, isn't it just a higher status, even the authority comparable to the gods?
What about the others here.

What about Zhan Taiyi, and Yang Facai?

Are fame and high positions really such intoxicating things?
Maybe it's because Han Dongwen, the emperor, didn't deserve the name, or maybe he was out of the world of this game, and he didn't understand.

He really doesn't understand.

But he did understand some general and universal truths.

That is what is dangerous.

It is dangerous for people to be knives and me to be fish.

Han Dongwen took a deep breath and looked straight into Gu Ya's eyes.

"How long will it take for us to go back and retrieve the Double Ninth Crown?"

The other party looked him up and down appreciatively, and the corners of his mouth finally turned up slowly in a cold arc.

"Soon, soon."

"it is good."

Han Dongwen uttered a good word, then turned and left the small attic, leaving Gu Ya to pray alone.

He walked out of the door and walked down the winding stairs of the attic step by step, stepping on the spots of light cast by the scorching sun at noon through the branches and leaves of the vines that climbed the old city wall, and walked many steps until he was far away from the attic. so far.

Then he stood still, took a deep breath, and opened his left palm that had been clenched into a fist.

"My lord, probably so."

On his palm, a small conch was drawn with black ink.

As he opened his palm, the ink stains quickly dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the figure of a little boy walked over from the end of the corridor in front of him.

Han Dongwen immediately nodded slightly to show respect.

"grown ups."

Liu Cheng had already stood in front of him.

"Wonderful."

His childish face had a complex expression that did not show any immaturity, and he looked sideways in the direction of the attic, as if he wanted to see the expression of the former West Asian saint through the thick bricks.

"I, the king of a country in West Asia, was used by Taka's second prince as a pawn and a tool for testing medicine, and His Highness actually agreed, hehe."

Perhaps the facial features of a child are more convenient to see a person's mood. In the eyes of the little boy in front of him, Han Dongwen can easily read a trace of indignation.

"perhaps……"

Han Dongwen paused for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "Perhaps, it's because the current battle between the three divisions is too blatant, and His Highness is really untrustworthy, that's why..."

Liu Cheng's sharp eyes swept over at once, and Han Dongwen immediately buried his head lower: "The villain shouldn't assume his intentions, the villain knows his mistakes."

"Ugh."

Liu Cheng sighed and waved his hands:
"Forget it, it's ridiculous to cover up things that are on the bright side."

Han Dongwen didn't speak, Liu Cheng put his hands behind his back, thought for a moment, and asked what Cai Guya said just now.

"Si Meng's fairy gift may also fall into the hands of others, isn't it?"

Han Dongwen nodded.

"If it falls into the hands of others, the same monster as last time may appear again. Your Highness is in Haizhou. If Daqimen dares to..."

"Is Your Highness in danger?" Han Dongwen raised his eyes and asked.

Liu Cheng thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's not a big problem with the Director of National Law. Besides, the captain of the Ministry of Xiubu is always by His Highness's side. That guy..."

He sighed, showing a complicated smile.

"Although that guy isn't very good at beating, he's still like a fly, very annoying."

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The streets in the center of Haizhou are covered with sycamore leaves.

When the sycamore leaves are all over the road, the whole road looks like it is paved with gold, it looks bright and dazzling, extremely rich.

How can there be sycamore leaves in late winter and early spring?

Yang Churan was floating in the air, the spear in his hand was burning with a blue flame, and the flames at the tip of the spear seemed to be more chaotic and bursting because of the anger at the moment.

She is surrounded by a net.

An extremely complicated and unpredictable golden net, those golden lines are so thin that it is as if the dazzling sunlight has been rubbed away.

At the end of each thin golden thread, there is a clone of Li Zai with a Poria thorn in his hand, surrounding Yang Churan like a forbidden army surrounding Zhou Tian.

"Ahhhh-!"

Yang Churan, who was affected by the gift of the gods, let out a strange cry, kicked his feet, and sprinted in one direction.

Almost at the same time, the golden thread all over the sky was pulled towards the direction of her sprint, like a golden cone of light focused in the sun, the golden thread immediately pulled out dripping wounds on Yang Churan's skin, and pulled out a tear in an instant. ground blood.

The thin golden wire was like a mechanism. After Yang Churan sprinted and pulled it, several Li Zai avatars holding the wire were immediately triggered, and sprinted away at a speed that was completely unavoidable.

Poria cocos stabbed out, Yang Churan let out an angry and deep roar, paused, stretched out his arms and swept the tip of the gun, several clones of Li Zai were instantly shattered, and exploded into golden light fragments in mid-air to the ground.

The sycamore leaves on the ground are such light chips, the fragments of his avatar.

Such sycamore leaves have been spread all over Zhengyang Avenue, and Yang Churan has been trapped by this formation of iron clones for an unknown how long, just like a tireless beast, plunged into the abyss of eternal doom.

Zhou Tian around her was watched coldly by thousands of Li Zai with swords.

This is Li Jae's miracle, the ultimate battle that stopped countless players in front of Han Dongwen.

"Struggling to cross the Lingqiao, the goddess leads the way, and the green lights fall on the flower street."