The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 229 We Are Alike
Wuming left from Ailei Church, instead of going straight to the big elevator, he went to Lani's territory first.

He wanted to ask about the sun first.

Lani is a demigod and a stargazer, so she may be able to provide Wuming with more information.

Ke Lani was not in her magic tower.

"Miss Lani has her own affairs." Iggy said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to see Lady Lani in a short time."

"What's the matter?" Wuming asked.

"It's a secret." Iggy didn't intend to reveal it.

"We are business partners." Wuming was dissatisfied.

"If you are Lord Lani's servant, I can tell you." Yiji seized the opportunity to win over Wuming.

"Forget it." Wuming said, "That guy doesn't like businessmen either. If I recognize her as the boss, wouldn't she let me do business?"

Searching for Lani was fruitless, and Wuming had no other demigods to consult, so he had no choice but to go back home and return to the Dikdas elevator.

As soon as I got to the elevator, I saw Lance Shanks and Montgomery standing under the elevator.

"Croak!" Lance Shanks let out a scream, like a frightened cat, jumped back into Montgothet's arms.

Wuming stood at the position of Lance Shanks, looking at Lance Shanks and Montgomery silently:
"Can you give me an explanation—why our dear patient and important partner, the Blessing King Menggott, appears here? Still being abducted?"

Lance Shanks didn't respond, but asked Wuming with some guilt: "Why are you back?"

"Whatever, I will always come back." Nameless said.

"I won't come back sooner or later, but at this time..."

"Something has delayed it for a few days." Wuming said, "Okay, you guys also come back with me."

"No, we escaped." Lance Shanks said, "If you say go back, I will go back with you. Aren't we embarrassing?"

"Are you going to reject me?" Wuming narrowed his eyes.

Lance Shanks is a person who knows Wuming's strength better. He has witnessed him kill the god-skin nobleman and the falling star beast in an instant. Now facing Wuming's oppressive sight, Lance Shanks is also somewhat uncertain.

"Hmph, I'm not alone." Lance Shanks jumped out of Mengert's arms, "This is also a top demigod, and I'm not an ordinary ancient dragon, I don't believe it, no matter how powerful you are, you can still Beat both of us at the same time?"

Lance Shanks stood in front of Menggot, hopping lightly, and provocatively waved his small fist towards the nameless space.

"Your two hands may not be better than our four—six feet!"

Lance Shanks was talking, suddenly eight feet rushed towards the elevator in the distance, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

Two Falling Star Beasts rushed out from the shade of Bilum Avenue, Qi Qi stopped behind Wuming, and lowered their heads docilely.

On the back of one of the falling star beasts, there was another pair of bare feet, on which Se Lian sat.

"It's so fast, you, I just arrived." Wuming looked back, "It's over so soon?"

"The communication is not that fast, but the speed of the Star Child is much faster than your carriage." Se Lian said, "But no matter how fast it is, it shouldn't be behind you. Are you delayed on the way?"

"Detour to do something, it was delayed for a few days." Wuming replied.

After exchanging greetings with Selian, Wuming turned to look at Lance Shanks:

"What did you just say?"

Lance Shanks stopped dancing, waving his fists together, his head lower than the falling star beast:
"It's nothing, I was a little loud just now, sorry."

Wuming nodded: "Then let's go up together, just to save the strength of this elevator."

Wuming stepped forward, ready to take Serlian, Lance Shanks and others to the elevator, but Mengget pulled Lance Shanks behind him with one hand, and looked at Wuming seriously:

"I won't go back, and it's impossible for you to ask me to help. I'm the guard of the Golden Tree, and I don't agree with the caravan and the Son of Omen."

"Then why didn't you just start killing people in the caravan?" Wuming asked.

Montgomery fell silent.

At the beginning, he really had a killing intent in his heart, and he stubbornly prepared to guard the golden tree alone, even without his father's approval.

But before he could do it, he was hit by a meteorite, and when he regained consciousness, what he saw were the happy-looking hybrids and the Sons of Omen who had regained their freedom, and he didn't do anything for a while.

After all, he had lived with the Son of Ominous Omen for a long time.

Wuming smiled: "Aren't you also the child of the evil omen?"

Meng Gete said in a deep voice: "Many people have asked this question. I don't want to answer it. You can't understand it anyway."

"I understand." Wuming nodded, "There's nothing you don't understand."

Wuming looked at Mengget with appreciative eyes:
"That's the kind of person I am. You are very similar to me."

"I'm very similar to you?" Meng Gete glanced at his hands, which were covered with inhuman fur, wart feathers and hard horns.

"Of course it doesn't refer to the appearance." Wuming said, "It's just that your choice is very similar to me—to the old me."

Wuming approached Mengget and stretched out his hand.

The red thunderbolt was isolated between Wuming and Mengerte, Lance Shanks said: "Let him go, he won't cooperate anyway, can you really kill him?"

"Why should I kill him? I'm not willing to hurt him. I want to cooperate with Wangcheng, he is the son of King Ge Fulei, the prince." The nameless palm passed through Thunder, and patted Mengget's body, "Just wanted to talk to you."

Wuming took Mengget to a private place shaded by trees, set up a table of food and wine, and sat cross-legged with Mengget.

"I don't eat them," said Montgothet.

"Understood, people of gold, you don't like to eat things with a shelf life of less than 100 years. I'll add preservatives to you next time, and make you a mummy." Wuming didn't mind, and turned his head to look at the Lance Shanks, "What are you doing here?"

"I don't trust you," Lance Shanks said. "Who knows if you'll put him in a sack and send him away. You're a businessman."

Wuming laughed: "I'm talking to him now as a person who has experienced it. I was not a businessman before."

"What is it?"

"I used to be a king too."

Lance Shanks went and laughed, and Mengerte was always calm and serious, and said to Wuming:

"The former king, what do you want to say to me? You say you understand me?"

Wuming said: "I have inherited the career of a great king, but this will cause my own race to be suppressed."

"Like the children of omens," said Montgothet.

"It's like the son of a bad omen." Wuming nodded, "They said that I should think more about my own race, they said that I should abandon the destiny imposed on us by the gods, and they said that the original ugly and dry appearance of our race is our original appearance, It is in line with the truth of nature-they are right."

Wuming took a sip of the drink with a straw: "But I never listened to them. I was born in a world controlled by the gods, and grew up under the brilliance of the laws of the gods. Let me betray the environment since I was born? I can't do it. I didn't In the past, I had no relatives and friends, I didn’t know anyone, and I was not expected by anyone, so I can safely sacrifice myself and change a future for others. In self-sacrifice, I feel satisfied. I choose to maintain the original rules—even if the Not in my own, my race's interest."

Menggot nodded slowly: "That's right, it seems that you really understand me."

"During your time as Blessing King, you should have hunted many heroes who wanted to change the dynasty, right?" Wuming said.

"The name of the ominous ghost resounds through the borderlands," said Montgothet.

Nameless said: "That's right, you have been doing very well all this time, and you will always maintain the existing order—until there is violence that you cannot resist."

Wuming looked at Lance Shanks who was stuffing barbecue into his mouth:
"On this point, Gu Long should have a say."

Lance Shanks put down the meat in his hands, wiped the oil on his hands, and looked at Menggot seriously: "It's like this."

Montgothet said: "You want to change me, but you keep the old?"

"So my hometown was destroyed." Wuming said, "Do you want to see that kind of result? Stick to your own path, and finally usher in the destruction powerlessly? What you did was to wait for the golden tree you guarded to be destroyed? "

"You're confusing concepts," Menggot said. "If I do nothing, the golden tree will be destroyed. I'm protecting the golden tree, not destroying it."

"I also felt that I was saving my world, but in the end it was destroyed." Wuming said, "Believe me, I guarded it much longer than you, but it was useless. Our lifespan is long, longer than ours. The things we guard are longer, and sooner or later we will live as old things that are older than the things we guard, watching our beloved children die."

"The golden tree is eternal."

"Eternal, do you still need to guard it?" Wuming smiled, "Are you putting gold on yourself, or are you putting gold on the golden tree?"

The crutch stabbed out like lightning, and stopped in front of the nameless helmet, trembling slightly.

Wuming pushed aside his crutches and stared at Mengget:
"You are a young man, and the borderlands are also a young world. Young people should open up a new world—while there is still hope. Let us old things do the old things."

"Just a few words and you want me to change?"

"Fantasy and embroidered legs, you also want me to recognize you?" Wuming said, "Anyway, you can't beat me, and you can't stop my caravan. Instead of launching a suicide attack on me, why don't you try to endure humiliation and grow up?"

"Hidden next to someone who told me to hibernate?"

"What's the problem?" Wuming said, "There are many people around me who disagree with me, and I never kill them in advance. If you have the confidence to kill me, you can come anytime, and I'm waiting. Know why I never Don't you listen to those demagogues? Because they only talk, but never dare to fight."

Wuming stood up and was at the same height as the sitting Mengget:

"How to bless the king, do you want to stay in my caravan and continue to learn and grow, until one day I will be beheaded to maintain your ideal of the golden dynasty?"

"Learn what? Learn your business skills?"

"Our caravan still has a lot of talents."

"for example?"

"For example..." Wuming really couldn't think of many things for a while, he suddenly pointed at Lance Shanks, "For example, she, Gu Long."

Lance Shanks said: "Yes, I can teach you the lightning miracle of the ancient dragon, and the dragon is blessed by lightning, do you want?"

Montgomery sat quietly at the table, but the fluttering tail behind his back revealed his agitated heart.

After a while, the tail stopped, and he grabbed a piece of barbecue on the dining table and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I'm not so shameless, I can stay in your caravan and help you a little, as a reward for learning." Menggot said, "As long as you don't threaten the golden tree, I won't hunt you and the caravan anymore .”

"That's really a thank you to the King of Blessings for not killing me - let's go."

Wuming turned and left: "If you want to stay outside for a while, you can come back later."

"You're really relieved," said Lance Shanks.

"I believe that King Blessing will not trust my caravan." Wuming said, "Nor will he trust Yatan, so he will definitely come back. And I... I don't trust my caravan either, I should go back and worry about the new the way."

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Rhea Lucaria Academy, the Highmore classroom where good and evil are judged, the atmosphere is a bit bleak.

"Cerlian is gone," said the apprentices. "Is there anything to do?"

"What's the use? I've done enough before." Apprentice Highmore said, "We need to investigate the classroom first, whether there is a magician block or not, as long as you enrage Serlian and force her to take action, let the apprentices see her terrifying side , can set off a wave of apprentices against her-but that guy is as languid as the second full moon, and he didn't resist at all."

Hearing this, the classroom fell silent for a while.

The abacus fell through, and the apprentices of Haimo were also a little helpless.

"What does it matter if it's like the full moon? Didn't you imprison the full moon?" A knight pushed the door in.

It is Lewis, the leader of the cuckoo.

"Where did you go?" The people in Haimo classroom were dissatisfied. "I went to find foreign aid, but there was no movement. If your people were here, we wouldn't be so short of manpower."

"I can't help it either." Chief Du Juan said, "The big man was troubled by a small matter before, and he was too busy solving that small matter, so he couldn't spare his hand."

Lewis rubbed his palms: "It's all right now, the lord has finished his work, and he can send some power to help us."

"Is it enough to deal with Selian?"

"We can even solve the Full Moon Queen by the way." Lewis was full of confidence.

"Would the apprentices mind?" The people in Highmore's classroom worried, "We haven't caught evidence of her exploring the origin."

Lewis shook his head: "Don't worry, Su Lian knows magic well, but he doesn't understand the academy. The apprentices of the academy, are those people who care about the truth? No, they only care about your attitude. As long as you are humble, you will win people As long as you are aggressive, you will be hated even if you are right. So what if Selian didn’t plant star seeds? She is a strict teacher, and her character determines that she will be hated by most people. And the voices of a few people will be drowned out. The ridiculous thing is, the really weak Queen Kalia, you still imprisoned her. To be precise, what apprentices care about is not their attitude, but how they feel about themselves. Only then can you benefit yourself, how can you be comfortable.”

Lewis drew his sword:

"Just find a way to anger Selian."

"But we didn't provoke her even if we searched her classroom extensively this time."

"When did she have such a good temper?" Lewis said, "This is not the same as the legendary Cube Witch. What limits her temper?"

"It seems... because of her child?" Apprentice Highmore was not convinced.

"That's it." Lewis clapped his hands and made a final decision, "Then start with the child and find a way to make her hysterical."

(End of this chapter)