Infinite evolution starts from the god ladder

Chapter 15 The Outside World
"The news I found said that she managed the fish country in an orderly manner. Logically, she shouldn't be so careless about this matter, but now she's acting as a hands-off shopkeeper. Isn't she afraid that the dragon will keep killing her people? "

Hearing this, Song Xiuyu was noncommittal and hesitated for a while before saying, "My mission is to help Mrs. Sang find true love, what do you think?"

"Ah?" Fang Chi was stunned, is there such a task?
"True love? There are only four of them on the stage today. There are probably quite a few in her harem. Where can I find true love for her. Compared with you, my mission is fairly clear. It should be completed by killing that evil dragon. already."

Song Xiuyu was also very puzzled. He knew that the tasks were all kinds of strange and strange, and he was prepared for the corpses in front of him, but he was really inexperienced in asking him to find true love for others.

The monk with the old saying is expressing his views impassionedly. At a young age, he has the foundation of the old monk's recitation of scriptures, and he is a hypnotist. No one under him listened to him seriously until he hit the ground with his meditation stick. There was a loud bang, and only then did anyone pay attention to him.

"Amitabha, you just need to introduce the evil dragon into my ground formation, and I will save it." After they finished speaking, they walked away angrily, leaning on a meditation staff without waiting for them to respond.

"You said, can that monk really save the dragon?" On the way back, Fang Chi asked Song Xiuyu.

Although this monk looks very powerful, is the task really so simple to complete?

"It's hard to say, the higher the ladder, the more difficult it is. Logically speaking, the task of the first floor will not be too difficult."

Song Xiuyu didn't know either. He had been sleeping for nearly ten thousand years, and his race had also been hidden from the world during these ten thousand years. No clan member had ever stepped into the ladder to bring the news out. Compared with other races, all they knew was the iceberg. corner.

And it's too hasty to enter the ladder by myself...

The name of the witch saint is familiar, but it is not the one that he is familiar with.

The bald-headed monk looked a bit like a Buddhist clan. It was rumored that the Buddhist disciples were all virtuous people. I don't know what this monk was like.

It seems that we need to find an opportunity to inquire about the situation.

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At night, in Mrs. Sang's bedroom—

The room was full of spring, and among the curtains, Mrs. Sang returned to peace under the service of a beautiful male pet.

Ding--

There was an inaudible sound of a bell in the room, and Mrs. Sang heard it and stepped back from the male pet who was wiping her body, and winked at the figure behind the screen.

"You came."

A man walked out from behind the screen. Although his face was full of smiles, it didn't reach his eyes. As if he hadn't seen Mrs. Sang pacing to the bed and sitting down, she stretched out her slender fingers and raised her chin.

Mrs. Sang also smiled at Yan Yan, but did not avoid it.

"How's the progress, how much do you need?" The man asked casually, his other hand slid across her cheek and pressed against her bright red lips, but there was no lust in his eyes when he looked closely.

Mrs. Sang wrapped her arms around the man's neck affectionately, and said with some joy, "It's still a little bit closer. If this time is successful, we can go to the next floor together!"

"Very good.

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After hearing this from the accompanying old man, the witch saint snorted coldly, disdain to let this filth smear her own mouth, her task is to wake up the king of the fish country, and then she will suffer from the suffering of the enchantress.

"Have you ever found out the cause of the king?" The witch's eyes swept to the shadow lightly.

"This subordinate is incompetent, the king's surroundings are full of dark whistles, and it is impossible to approach!" There was a figure covered in bandages hidden in the shadows.

After hearing this, the Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan's expression turned cold, and the hand under the wide long sleeves moved slightly, and the person's body was instantly bruised and corroded by something, but even so, he did not cry out.He knew the difference between death and momentary pain.

"Trash! What's the use of you, you can't even handle this trivial thing!"

The man didn't dare to make a sound, and endured the severe pain all over his body and stood in the shadows, waiting for the saint's hair to fall.

After a while, the old woman standing beside the Holy Maiden waved at the man lightly, indicating that he could leave. The shadow nodded gratefully at her, and her figure disappeared into the dark.

After seeing the man leave, the witch of the witch clan couldn't hold back her expression. She pinched her sleeves and looked at the old woman uneasily, "Om, it won't be an accident..."

The old woman gently caressed her back and comforted: "The first floor should not be too difficult, and you don't need to worry too much with the strength of the saint."

The maiden of the witch tribe's originally flustered heart gradually calmed down under the comfort of the old woman. She is a saint who inherits the blood of the witch, and even those who are inferior to her can bring things back, so naturally she can!

"Then ask Aon to go check it out tonight." The saint returned to her icy and jade-like appearance before, holding the old woman's hand with both hands and instructed.

The old woman slowly retracted her hand, a little hesitant. "But the Holy Maiden needs someone to guard me. What if something happens to me while I'm leaving?"

Impatient flashed in the eyes of the witch saintess when she heard the words, "Isn't that trash there, let him stay in my room tonight."

The old woman opened her mouth, but she still didn't say the words of persuasion, that's all, there are guards, and if she leaves for one night, nothing will happen.

"As ordered."

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boom!
Song Xiuyu and Fang Chi's room.

A dark shadow fell from the darkness at his feet, his body was tightly wrapped in black bandages, only revealing a pair of shadowy eyes, he lowered his eyes and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth without resisting.

"This is?" Fang Chi sat on the stool in the room and looked at this black shadow that appeared out of thin air. Could they be under surveillance?

"The people under the saintess of the witch tribe." Song Xiuyu explained.

"I just want to ask you some questions, don't worry, I won't embarrass you too much." The index finger of one of his hands turned into claws, and it seemed to shake it in front of the dark shadow unintentionally.

He slept for too long and couldn't return to his heyday for a while, but it didn't take much effort to handle a small guard.

"What about the saintess of Qin Yao? As far as I know, the saintess of the Wu clan will not be replaced so easily." It has been ten thousand years since they left, and I don't know how she is now. Could it be that she has become so weak, even the saintess Your position has been ripped off?

"It disappeared thousands of years ago." As the personal guard beside the witch saintess, Hei Ying didn't seem to be as loyal as he should be, and he cooperated very well with Song Xiuyu's questions.

Since this person can pull him out of the void, it means that just because he is not his opponent at all, so-called resistance is meaningless, it is better to cooperate on the surface, and wait for an opportunity to take revenge in the future.

"Forget it, tell me about the situation outside." He was used to controlling the overall situation, and he felt very uneasy in the face of this situation where he didn't know anything.

As for Qin Yao, ah, the scourge has been around for thousands of years, I believe she will not die so easily.

　Ask for a ticket! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)