The autumn wind rises and the dragon sings

Chapter 269 Strange things
As soon as the word "Heavenly Way" came out, the space around him suddenly twisted, and a suffocating feeling of oppression instantly came from all directions, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, forcing the white-clothed boy's shoulders to lower a little. His legs trembled slightly, as if he would kneel down at any time. Then a wisp of cold white smoke floated out, followed by golden dragon energy, which dissipated the pressure around him and allowed him to stand in a normal posture, but his face became paler.

The sight of "Grass Gentleman" lingered for a moment on the two extreme fluctuations of power, cold and dazzling, and then looked at the pale-faced, yet not humble, and at the same time respectful young man in white, with an inhuman gilded light flashing in his eyes: "It seems that you have not lost your memory."

"Oh? Have you been paying attention to me? It's really my honor." Feng Choubie lowered his head slightly, and said something politely and sincerely, then got back to the point: "Then I wonder what you think of my suggestion just now?"

"Grass Gentleman" smiled lightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Since you know my identity, how dare you threaten me? Aren't you afraid that I will throw you out of this world?"

"You just threw it out instead of erasing it? You are so kind." The young man in white praised with a flattered tone. It sounded particularly sincere, which made a certain martial god under the skin of "Grass Gentleman" brow jump. He asked tentatively: "You, do you still recognize me?"

Feng Choubie paused, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes, and he continued to say polite words: "Of course, I will never forget your heroic act of wanting to strike me with lightning."
"Cao Junzi" finally understood. The other party did not recognize him at all, but only saw his identity as Tiandao. No wonder the reaction was so different before and after. You know, when he was in the palace, the other party treated him as an elder. Although he was respectful, he would occasionally show a little temper. But now the respect he showed was mixed with full vigilance, and the cold air was already on the verge of eroding the barrier around him.

Of course, He didn't mind having a good fight with him, but now was not a good time. He had too many things to deal with. If he severely injured the opponent, the rule in the different space would definitely give up the opportunity to kill the "father" and come to settle accounts with Him instead. These self-aware rules not only protected their own shortcomings, but were also crazy.

This is the comment made by a certain martial god who chose yes when it came to giving up on the protagonist and was almost killed by his own rules, which led to his rules running away from home.

"In fact, it can't be called a threat. I'm just stating the facts. The disappearance of a rule will indeed attract bad peeping. I believe that when the world was damaged before, you have clearly felt the covetous gazes like vultures waiting to share the food after death."

His thoughts were slightly distracted for a moment, and Feng Choubie's unhurried explanation fell into his ears, which aroused the interest of "Grass Gentleman": "What are those gazes?"

Feng Chou looked up at the sky, but his sight was out of focus. He then retracted his gaze and spoke vaguely, "Maybe it's the laws of nature in other worlds, maybe it's a restless tasker, in short, it could be anything. A crumbling world is too fragile, and no one would refuse to take a bite."

After hearing this, there was no change in the expression of "Grass Gentleman". He just said with no emotion, "I can take action, but the final result is not within my consideration." And how to take action and how much strength to use depends entirely on his mood.

Feng Choubie naturally heard the hidden meaning in the words, but he didn't care about it. Instead, he sincerely expressed his gratitude: "You are really a generous heaven."

Hearing this, "Cao Junzi" unconsciously looked at the white-clothed young man in front of him with an inquiring gaze. Be it his expression or his bright eyes, there seemed to be no flaws. The only abnormality was probably his heartbeat, which was always flat and without ups and downs. Just as he had "seen" during this period of time, no matter how lively his expression was, his heart was silent, which was completely different from that Taoist Xuanzong.

The divine power began to dissipate, which was a signal that he needed to turn back. Although he was subject to fewer restrictions after becoming the Heavenly Dao, he still could not stay in the human world as he pleased. After all, he only had half of the rules around him now, and the other half was enjoying the fun of leading the players and would not come back for the time being.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze towards the girl who was quietly looking at him from a distance. Seeing that she was not afraid, but smiled slightly and looked at him, he said meaningfully: "She and the other young man are the most similar to you among these ten taskers."

At first, I couldn’t understand why that thing captured these taskers, but when the young man in white appeared, I understood everything.

The existence whose spiritual consciousness dissipated was not seen. When Feng Choubie heard that sentence, a tiny crack appeared on his originally flawless expression, but he quickly returned to normal and sent one thousand taels to Cao Junzi who was online.

"I want to have my fortune told."

Cao Junzi immediately smiled and said, "What do you want, young man? Marriage or..."

Feng Choubie interrupted without saying anything: "I want to calculate, if the plot progresses faster, what is the probability of being struck by lightning?"

Cao Junzi also looked at him speechlessly, and then replied perfunctorily: "Ninety-five percent."

"I've helped deal with the virus, can't you be more tolerant?" Feng Choubie tried to bargain.

"Be lenient, otherwise the chance would be 99 percent."

“…”Is there any difference?

However, Feng Choubie was too lazy to waste time on such things. He would be struck by lightning anyway, so he skipped the topic and took out another thousand taels: "I want to calculate my fortune..."

Before he could finish his words, Cao Junzi disappeared. These NPCs were not as slow to react as the characters in the plot. The laws of nature and the rules carried their own cause and effect. Neither side would easily speculate on the other's fortune, let alone them. If they were touched, they would not even have the chance to be remade in a matter of minutes.

"Tsk, running so fast."

Feng Choubie felt helpless. He actually just wanted to give that guy a buff just in case. Now it seems that sometimes NPCs being too smart is not a good thing. However, he has made double insurance. If that guy still fails after this...

The isolating barrier dissipated, and he put the one thousand taels back into the space. A trace of blood flashed across his eyes: Then I can only do it myself... Oh, and by the way, it will be a black history to laugh at that guy for a year.

Feng Choubie quickly adjusted his mood, swallowed the fishy sweetness rising in his throat, sighed that he really didn't like the idea of ​​dealing with the way of heaven, and then Mu Shaoai, who had finished reading the news on the public pavilion, keenly noticed something unusual. Turning around, he saw that the boy's face had turned paler.

Is it that the internal injury has worsened? Mu Shaoai thought about it, raised her hand and took the pulse skillfully, and found that the true energy in the tendons and veins was a little disordered, as if it had been used. Then she thought of the song she had heard in Xiao Penglai before, and her current relaxed and comfortable body, and made a guess.

However, he was not right at all. He was just playing a heart-clearing song, which was not enough to cause internal injuries. Feng Choubie only looked at Mu Shaoai's hesitant expression and knew that he had made up his mind again. However, he did not intend to correct him. Instead, he took back his hand and stared at him solemnly.

Mu Shaoai's heart skipped a beat when she was looked at, and she had an inexplicable ominous premonition: "Doctor Feng, what's wrong?"

The young man smiled slightly, showing a kind and amiable look: "Pharmacist, don't you plan to go back to Xiannimi Valley?"

"Oh my~ this..." Mu Shaoai took a step back unconsciously, feeling more and more that something was wrong. Just as she was thinking about what reason to use as a reply, the other party suddenly changed the subject and said, "Then let's go to the Changsheng Palace."

The topic changed so quickly that Mu Shaoai didn't react for a moment. When she came to her senses, they were already on the way to the Blood Sea Ruins. Shi Linglong asked in confusion, "What are we going to the Changsheng Palace for?"

"Catch someone to ask about the situation at the third important location." Feng Choubie smiled and looked very friendly: "I'll have to trouble Miss Linglong and the pharmacist later."

Shi Linglong had no idea and nodded in agreement, but Mu Shaoai realized something was wrong: "Doctor Feng won't come with us?"

At this time, they had arrived at the entrance of the Changsheng Palace. Feng Choubie stopped and glanced at Mu Shaoai sideways, still smiling: "We are waiting for support outside. If the pharmacist is worried about danger, he only needs to capture the guard."

Mu Shaoai thought for a moment, and out of trust in Feng Choubie, he agreed, and then suggested: "Then I, the old man, can go in alone, and Miss Linglong can stay outside."

Shi Linglong was a little unconvinced, and just when she was about to argue that she would not be a drag, the young man's cheerful words came over: "Miss Linglong is of noble status and has good fortune. If the pharmacist takes her along, it will be easier."

These words were spoken with such sincerity that even the originally unhappy Shi Linglong felt a little embarrassed after hearing them. Mu Shaoai's eyebrows suddenly twitched, but he did not ask any more questions. He just took Shi Linglong in as light. Before taking a step, he saw the look from the girl, which was a mixture of sympathy and wishing for the best of luck.

Mu Shaoai: The ominous premonition has become more obvious.

Watching Mu Shaoai's figure disappear, the girl caught a fleeting wave of emotion, then turned her head to look at Feng Choubie beside her, raised her eyebrows and said, "Without the cover, aren't you afraid that he will get caught in it?"

"Don't worry, I know my limits. I'm just giving the pharmacist a reminder. He won't risk his life." Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Mu Shaoai bring along Shi Linglong, who has little fighting power.

In fact, Feng Choubie did not want to use such an extreme method. If Qiu Yu was still there, he would let him truly show the consequences of being backlashed by the plot, and use the resulting guilt to ensure that people would honestly retreat and dare not interfere with the plot.

But Qiu Yu was not there, and was in a situation where he could not be affected at all. Although Feng Choubie could help a little, he also had his own things to do, and he could not always keep an eye on him. He was not a babysitter. Moreover, he had people to look after, but the people he saved were all very sensible and had no intention of participating in the plot (thanks to Senior Brother Cang), so he could spend time... no, concentrate on his work.

Therefore, in order to make Mu Shaoai behave himself, he could only let him experience firsthand what it means to be targeted by the power of the plot, and learn from it, so as not to distract Qiu Yu.

Feng Choubie couldn't help but sigh, feeling that he really had to worry about everything wherever he went: "You keep an eye on here, I'm going to change my clothes." In addition to Mu Shaoai, there was another person who needed his attention.

The girl nodded, watched Feng Chou leave, then turned her head to look in the direction of the Palace of Eternal Life, a hint of blood flashing across her eyes.

After arriving at a grove of trees, Feng Choubie did not change his clothes immediately. Instead, he set up a barrier and asked a question: "System, do you still remember the young man that Tiandao mentioned just now?"

The light screen popped up and gave a positive answer: "Yes, and it left a deep impression on me because he was the only player who reached the end of the story and was almost able to complete the mission."

"Is he the one who handed the jade pendant to Senior Brother Cang for the first time?" Feng Choubie also remembered it, and then asked: "How does that young man look like me?"

"There are some similarities in how they behave. They both look friendly and approachable on the surface, but they are actually distant and cold." The characters on the screen paused, as if thinking about something, and then continued to answer: "But they are different in completing missions. His way of saving people is to speak with strength. All deadlocks are broken by him with force. If it weren't for the plot, he could even finish the mission before Lei Yang."

Feng Choubie was speechless for a moment and asked, "Wasn't he struck by lightning?" That would be too much!

Fortunately, the answer given by the light screen is "yes", but...

"The thunder didn't cause him much damage, he even absorbed it and used it to strengthen his bones." The answer from the light screen was somewhat helpless, Feng Choubie chose to skip this topic: "Then what is his mission? You mentioned saving people, isn't it the same as mine?"

"It's different, but he made a deal with Shaobai. He helped the protagonist save Xuanzong and others, and Shaobai had to give him something in the end."

"what?"

"bless."

Feng Chou Bie stared at the two words on the screen, his expression becoming somewhat complicated. He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his forehead, then asked, "Then the character setting must have collapsed, didn't Senior Brother Cang notice it?"

"Have you forgotten, player? Only you started at Shaode Village, while everyone else started from "First Entering Xuan Sect", so their personalities and characters are naturally more relaxed. Therefore, when that player threw the two sealed Jin and Zi in front of Cang, Cang only cared about whether that player was injured or not."

So, he was the one who started the collapse? Shit!

Feng Choubie couldn't help but curse, and at the same time felt puzzled: "Then how did his mission fail?" He was not afraid of the punishment of heavenly thunder, he had strong personal strength, and he didn't have to worry about being treated as a possessed person by Senior Brother Cang. With such excellent conditions, there was almost no possibility of failure.

"…" The system was silent. Just when Feng Choubie thought there would be no answer, text appeared on the screen again: "During the final fight for the divine stone, when that player wanted to kill Qiu Yu, Shao Bai's emotions fluctuated greatly."

"Oh."

Feng Choubie understood and wisely stopped asking. He lowered his eyes to hide the turbulent emotions that were about to leak out. He sighed deeply in his heart. He had pieced together the outline of a person from the system's answer, but...

Will it be you?

Brother.

Changsheng Palace. Mu Shaoai's current situation is very bad, or even extremely bad. Originally, he turned into light near the guard at the entrance, but at the moment of turning into light, he felt the airflow around him change. When he wanted to stop, it was too late, and the landing position was greatly deviated.

They appeared directly in the blood spider poisonous forest. The air was filled with an ominous bloody smell, the terrain was treacherous, and the white fog obscured the view. What was worse was that this place had been broken into before, and the blood spiders as big as kittens were running around in it. Mu Shaoai and Shi Linglong, who appeared here, became their targets of attack.

The worst thing was that Mu Shaoai found that he was being targeted. His tendons and dantian all felt sluggish, so he could only exert half of his strength. Even the medicine powder he carried with him was affected, and its effectiveness was greatly reduced. It could only temporarily interfere with the blood spider's attack speed, and could not achieve the effect of forcing it to retreat as he expected.

Soon after, his senses became blurred, as if they were blocked by something, and he almost triggered the formation set up in the forest several times. Fortunately, Shi Linglong reached out and grabbed his sleeve and pulled him up. Otherwise, in his current state, any formation would have taken half of his life.

Mu Shaoai, who was pulled away from the formation again, sighed secretly and thanked Shi Linglong with mixed feelings. He now understood the meaning of Feng Choubie's words before he came in.

In fact, this feeling was not unfamiliar. Mu Shaoai had felt it once before when she went to rescue Duan Yan Xifeng. If it wasn't for this, she wouldn't have been a step slower, causing Ling Cangshui and Yu Zhongyan to die in Wei Wusi's hands because they were the last ones to be cut off. This time, the targeting was the same as the last time. There was no malice or killing intent, but they just wanted to let him die here. It was so pure that it was taken for granted that he didn't notice anything unusual and couldn't respond to it.

Moreover, this kind of targeting is not only on the body, but also on the mind. Mu Shaoai, who was running in the forest with Shi Linglong, had a bitter look on his face. For the first time, he experienced the feeling of being exhausted to the bone marrow. He could already taste the rust in his throat.

On the other hand, the ancestor priestess did not care when she began to notice that Indigo Feather Fenglian and the others had entered the Blood Spider Poison Forest. She was confident that the people in the Eternal City could not break the formation inside for a while. But the second wave of undetectable aura that appeared immediately afterwards made her a little uneasy. She was afraid that an accident like Shi Linglong would happen again, so she asked people to go and investigate.

Because Jia Zifang was still absorbing the "Source of Immortality" and Monk Wu had gone to look for the Killer Crazy Monkey, in order to be on the safe side, Zhaomu Zun and Wentiandi, who happened to be free, were sent out.

So Mu Shaoai and Shi Linglong, who had just escaped from the dangerous poisonous blood spider forest and had not yet had time to catch their breath, looked up and saw Wen Tiandi and Zhao Muzun walking towards them, with true energy surging around their bodies, and it was obvious that they had no good intentions.

My life is over.

This was Mu Shaoai's only thought at this moment, and he immediately realized that there was something wrong psychologically. However, now was not the time to look into it in detail. The most important thing was to think about how to escape. However, the feeling of being targeted was always with him, and Mu Shaoai didn't think he could escape unscathed in this state, so he made a prompt decision and took Shi Linglong back to the blood spider poison forest.

He wanted to take a gamble. After all, they had escaped from inside. He bet that the two men were not as familiar with the terrain inside as they were. At least they could maneuver around and hold on until Doctor Feng came to take them out.

Perhaps having heard Mu Shaoai's thoughts, a figure holding a zither appeared at their original position. She raised her hand to pluck the strings, and as the music rang out, a young girl appeared with a formation, and she pulled the two subconsciously alert people in one hand each.

The bright white light faded away, leaving only the figure holding the zither standing at the edge of the poisonous blood spider forest. The overflowing white mist spontaneously surrounded his body, making his face a little blurry. One could only see his white Taoist robe with green jade patterns on the edges. His black hair was neatly tied up with a Taoist crown with silver beads. The pure and holy Taoist energy protected him, making evil spirits and filth dare not approach him. However, his posture was exceptionally peaceful, and he didn't feel the slightest sense of urgency about being discovered.

The moment Zhao Muzun discovered the Dao Qi, he inexplicably felt a strange sense of familiarity, and this familiarity suddenly made him feel a little frightened. He actually directly transformed into the Cloud Dragon Slash, and with all his true energy, he chopped at the figure: "Dragon Blade Seizes the Sea!"

It sounded like a sigh, accompanied by the clear sound of a zither. The Great Dao Seal appeared above the strings of the zither and blocked the sharp falling golden blade, preventing it from moving any further. The true energy rushed down, causing ripples in the space, and the mist was dispersed. The green cloud pattern between his eyebrows was reflected in Zhaomu Zun's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink and his face to show horror.

"Are you going to attack me again?" A gentle yet dignified tone sounded, and the pale brown eyes looked into the other party's disbelieving eyes. The phantom of a skeleton emerged and whispered: "Jin Liuying."

In an unknown space gap.

It is dark, dead silent, distorted, depressing and cramped. You will feel dizzy after staying there for a while. The sense of direction that you rely on for survival is meaningless here. It is an unknown area that living things cannot rashly set foot in. The only light around is the blue sword light and golden blade that continuously pour out of the space.

The two collided and fought repeatedly, causing the already distorted space to produce huge fluctuations, showing layers of ripples visible to the naked eye. Deafening roars sounded endlessly, as if the power to crush and tear this place apart carried tremendous vitality. Annihilation and resurrection coexisted, and this place even had a tendency to be transformed and reshaped.

Because of the special venue, both sides were not as cautious and tentative as last time. They released their own unique strength without hesitation. It seemed that they were evenly matched, but it could be faintly seen that the blue sword light was gradually losing strength under the chopping of the golden blade, and it was actually at a disadvantage.

This is the confrontation between the power of rules and the power of heaven. Although they have the same origin, because the rules are derived from heaven, heaven has a natural restraint on the rules. Even if the rules use all their strength, they can only severely damage them, even if the other party has been labeled as a defector. But if heaven wants to erase the rules, it only needs to be ruthless and erase its core roots. However, the price is equivalent to the system's re-melting and everything has to start all over again. However, compared with complete annihilation, this price is already considered mild.

"Om-"

The Qingque in his hand made a long sword sound, and the blue-green sword light burst out again, dispersing the golden blade that was about to surround him. This weapon was different from the long sword he carried casually last time. Instead, it was made of dragon scales from Qiu Yu's body. Not to mention how sharp and hard it was, the important thing was that it contained a trace of the protagonist's luck from the original body, which prevented Qiu Yu from being suppressed everywhere and gave him a chance of a Jedi counterattack, although it was very small.

In the solemn atmosphere, Qiu Yu suddenly heard a system prompt sound in his ears. After hearing the content, he subconsciously responded with favor. Then a faint light barrier appeared in front of him. After blocking a blow from the golden blade, it turned into light particles and merged into the water blue dragon pattern between his eyebrows.

The golden shadow, who had been reacting calmly and without any joy or sadness, saw this scene and immediately guessed who did it. The airflow around him was turbulent, and the space was almost twisted into powder. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word:

“Shang——!”

If I had to say what I hated the most at the beginning, it wasn't the rules that had self-awareness, after all, they were derived from me, so I would only feel annoyed. And Shang, who was brought back by Lan and was particularly favored by Lan... Heh, he was obviously a monster that devoured the flesh and blood of his own kind for the amusement of the world, but he had a pair of extremely rational and calm eyes. Every time I looked into his eyes, I felt uncomfortable as if my mind was being seen through, and he always had an indifferent attitude of watching from the sidelines, hypocritical and pretentious!
Qiu Yu heard the anger and disgust hidden behind each word, frowned slightly, and expressed his confusion: "When Shang was brought back, he was not close to adults. The one he interacted with the most was me. He even deliberately avoided meeting adults. Did you use your malice on the wrong person?"

"Wrong use? Only a stain like you who doesn't know emotions can be so naive." The golden shadow even smiled when he said the last two words, but of course it was with sarcasm: "Masters are always the easiest to be soft-hearted. If you act too intimate with Masters, you will naturally not get much attention. As the fastest learner of human emotions, this little trick is nothing."

Qiu Yu didn't think Shang would do this: "If Shang wanted to please the Master, there was no need to pretend. The Master already knew that Shang was..."

The rest of his words were interrupted by a huge golden blade that suddenly attacked him. Qiu Yu responded calmly and did not attempt to correct the other party's thoughts. Just like Shang liked to complain the most, someone who pretends to be asleep cannot be woken up.

"You are wrong about one thing you just said." Qiu Yu waved his sword to disperse the attack from the side, and suddenly said: "When Shang got the attention of adults, I felt uncomfortable. After asking Shang, I found out that it was my possessiveness. If I really don't know feelings, where does this emotion come from?"

Then he raised his eyes and stared coldly at the golden shadow in the distance: "And if I had my own consciousness, I should be like Xiao, ignorant and blank like a blank sheet of paper. You have always regarded me as a stain since I was born, but why is it a stain? Where does the possessive desire come from? Everything points to you. My birth is not an accident. It is because you have different thoughts about adults, so my existence is to you..."

"Shut up! Evil creature!"

The question that was about to be asked got its answer under the angry and surging attack. Qiu Yu couldn't explain what he was thinking for a moment. Since he was born, the lack of emotions has always been a knot in his heart. He thought that this was the reason why his father disliked him, so he worked hard to study with Shang. He never thought that the truth was so... ridiculous.

A trace of depression gradually covered his heart. Qiu Yu clenched the Qingque in his hand, and his eyes swept across the sharp blade. His vision blurred for a moment, but he suddenly remembered the information he had just received: Shang seemed to say that he had found a backup plan for me? But the only person who could come to the headquarters easily...

A name popped up in his mind, instantly suppressing the negative emotions that were beginning to emerge. Li Si, who usually had an indifferent personality, actually had the urge to hold his forehead.

If it's her...it's better not to think about dying together with her.

Meanwhile, HQ.

Yun Fei, who was wearing a goose yellow dress and walking lightly and nimbly, suddenly sneezed heavily. The black-haired young man who was following behind her, wearing a warm yellow robe with feather patterns embroidered on his face, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the tip of her nose.

“Humph, it must be that poker-faced guy!” Yun Fei raised her head slightly, looking unhappy: “My job of cleaning up the elder’s subordinates was snatched away by a colleague, Huan was too absorbed in work to pay attention to me, Lan was chatting with the newcomers, and it took a lot of effort for Shang to assign me a task. Now that poker-faced guy dares to say bad things about me. Just wait and see how I’m going to deal with him when I get over there!”

The young man put away his handkerchief, and his eyebrows and eyes, which were similar to Yun Fei's, looked particularly gentle: "Li Si is in danger now, he should not say bad things about the master."

"It's him. My sixth sense is very sharp and has never been wrong." Yun Fei snorted. The young man smiled and said in a gentle tone: "When the master talks about feelings with others, his sixth sense has never been right. So far, it has been..."

"The 21st time." Yun Fei didn't care about these failures, and said with a little disdain: "But I'm not in a relationship with that poker-face guy, so there's no chance of making mistakes. So even if he said something bad about me, Chu Ling, you are my system, how can you turn your elbow outward?"

"My fault, please forgive me, Master."

"I forgive you, let's go get things done."

Yun Fei's emotions came and went quickly. He immediately conceived a plan with great interest, and then became decadent again: "Ah, those elders haven't used their hearts yet, so I can't move. The worlds I've been to have blacklisted me again." He leaned on Chu Ling and rubbed against her: "It's so boring, but I can't ruin Shang's plan, or I'll get beaten."

Chu Ling readily helped the man up and gave him some thoughtful advice: "Didn't the master have a very happy chat with the newcomer Gu Duque before? Why not go find him today?"

"Don't mention it." Yun Fei looked unhappy: "He went to join in the fun, saying that he wanted to see what the people we hate look like. They are all called human beings, don't they all look the same? Even those of other races will change into human forms. What's so good about it? He is just trying to fool me. After all, Shang is the best."

Chu Ling smiled, but suddenly stopped moving forward. Yun Fei also stopped complaining and looked in the direction he was looking. His brown pupils reflected a figure that was surrounded by the purple aura of an emperor and mixed with a few strands of golden light of merit. The figure was wearing a silver-white base with gold embroidered edges and dragon-shaped patterns on the fabric. This casual outfit made his tall and slender figure look more majestic.

Yun Fei followed the remaining purple air and found that the other party's route was from a place that temporarily housed the task recipients who were sent here and provided psychological counseling. So the question was, according to the other party's ability, he could completely leave that world and report the matter to them, and would not become one of the trapped task recipients.

"Master, is this a plot?" Chu Ling was naturally aware of this, but Yun Fei smiled indifferently and walked over briskly: "That would be great. I'm just bored. He looks like a smart person. I like to practice acting skills with smart people the most."

He was eager to try, rubbing his hands, but the moment he got close, a shocking scene was reflected in his pupils, and he was stunned: "You..."

The man bowed slightly, his movements were simple and casual, but they looked pleasing to the eye: "Excuse me, could you please take me back?"

Chu Ling subconsciously wanted to refuse, as the headquarters prohibited going to the same world multiple times. However, Yun Fei agreed excitedly: "Okay." He didn't even ask the reason.

study.

The table made of spiritual stone that was warm in winter and cool in summer was filled with scrolls of all sizes. Bei Ming Wan Huan sat in front of the table, working hard. The white fox lay on her shoulders, stretching out its little claws to gently pat her stiff tendons.

Yun Fei came in bounding, obviously having encountered something happy. Bei Ming Wan Huan took a look at her and wanted to ignore her, but in order to send her away as soon as possible, he asked, "Did you kill all the elders?"

"No, I don't want to get beaten." Yun Fei rolled her eyes, then smiled mysteriously: "You can't guess what I just saw?"

"I really can't guess, so what did you see?"

"I saw it..." Yun Fei lowered her voice and said word by word: "Shang's bones."

"..." Bei Ming Wan Huan was speechless for a moment, feeling helpless as if it had happened. "Did you really go and dissect Shang's body to admire it? I won't beg for mercy when Shang comes back to beat you up."

"Of course not! What are you thinking? Am I that kind of person?!"

"Yes."

"..."

Then the two of them started arguing about it. Chu Ling didn't try to stop them when she sent the person back, so that sentence was naturally forgotten.

The amount of information is a bit too much to squeeze in. The fighting scenes are still as difficult to write as always, so I just made it a stream of consciousness story. Just make do with it_(:з」∠)_