About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

The figure was slender and seemed to be a woman. Thin dead branches made up long and rough hair. The skin was as dry and cracked as rough bark. The joints were extremely stiff. The face was dull and ugly. At this time, she was holding up her hands. He hit the ground, breathing heavily.

"No, I have to escape..."

A genderless voice came from her mouth, and she rolled upright and was about to run towards the forest.

But at this moment, another voice suddenly sounded from the tree next to her.

"Ah... look who this is, I can't even recognize it." Tulin squatted on a high branch of a tree, gently turning the square crystal in his hand, smiling, "I once fascinated thousands of people. How did the third sister, who had thousands of men, bewitched countless relatives, and could easily be called the Lone Star of Heavenly Evil, end up in this situation now? Ah... Don't rush to answer, let me guess where your appearance comes from. It’s a curse of some kind of disaster. It seems that you have been regarded as a source of pollution by the king?”

The strange-looking woman looked up at Tulin, and with just one glance, she showed a look of despair.

"Is this so? I have escaped the king, but I have not been able to escape your eyes..." The woman slumped to the ground slumped,

"Don't get discouraged so quickly, it's so boring," Tulin fell in front of her and said with a smile, "And shouldn't your life have been lost in the first place? If the king hadn't suddenly appeared, you would have been killed by that person by now. A man has become a bonsai in front of the door.”

"Haha, I would rather die by his hands," the woman murmured, "At least then, I would still be a soldier who died gloriously on the battlefield..."

"Ah, no, right? Glory? Die in battle? You weren't this kind of person before, were you?" Tulin held his chin and said with a playful expression, "What does this mean? Only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it? Being expelled actually makes you feel better. Are you getting nostalgic?"

"Stop torturing me, just kill me. I've had enough..." The woman shook her head, her expression dull.

"I can't kill you. If you want to die, why don't you just stop escaping?" Tulin sneered, "Or just wait here. Anyway, after your baits have worked, the king will eventually find you." , when the time comes, you will leave this world forever with just one sword stroke, without any pain."

The woman looked at Tulin and was silent for a long time. Finally, she huddled up, covering her face and crying.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't cry, how old you are," Tulin said with great interest, and even threw the crystal cube in his hand as he spoke, "As for your glorious behavior in this life, , I’m afraid he’s the one least qualified to shed tears, right?”

"Shut up! What do you know! What the hell do you know!" The woman suddenly waved her hand and shouted hysterically, "I betrayed everything for the king! I burned down my homes one after another with my own hands! I killed them with my own hands. I lost one of my loved ones! What a result! I gave everything to him, in the end... in the end..."

At this point, her sobbing had made it impossible for her to utter a single decent word. In the end, she could only shed tears, wave her hands, and roar at Tulin.

"Haha, don't vent your anger on me. Aren't you the one who chose all these methods?" Tulin said with a smile, "In fact, it's just for the king. Even with your mental magic, you can still defeat me." one end,

But for the sake of a higher ranking and a higher status, you chose your despicable methods, didn't you? You clearly know it better than anyone else, so what does that type of long-term lurking mean?

You can hypnotize yourself to perform the most perfect performance, but the most perfect performance also brings the most sincere feelings. It is you who chose to use them to exchange for your status. Now you are shedding crocodile tears with me here. Woolen cloth? "

"Then I'm not, then I still want to get closer to the king, to get as close to him as possible!?" The woman screamed, "You heartless bastard! How can you understand my love for the king!" "

"Love? Haha, is it hypnosis to force oneself to be moved in order to paralyze oneself?" Turin laughed, "My dear Sasena, I knew from the first moment I saw you that you are a lunatic. ,

Before you met the king, you betrayed everything that loved you deeply twice, and destroyed all your shelter with your own hands.

Then, you met the king, and you regarded the king as your supreme salvation. You madly dedicated everything you had to the king.

Haha, every time I see you, I find it ridiculous. It is really ridiculous. You have lived in regret all your life, and your love for the king is just a high-sounding reason for your regret. Then For this reason, you continue to carry endless regrets on yourself,

You keep torturing yourself, just for the empty love in your heart, that false love, because that is the reason for you to live, and you can give everything for this...

But what's the result?

Hahahahaha, in the end, you are still no match for those trillions of plants, those so-called people, you who have dedicated everything just because you may spread spores to those billions of plants, even your own thoughts If you don’t have anything, the king will drive you out and kill you.

Haha, that’s ridiculous, you know? Even if you look at the whole world in your life, Yaneng is probably in the top three of the joke list! "

"Whatever you say, whatever you say, SB, NT, FW! Anyway, I'm already like this! Say whatever you want! CNMD!" The woman roared hysterically, trying her best to learn everything in her life. All the dirty words were spat out towards Tulin.

However, the latter just looked at her with a smile on his face and waited quietly for her to scold her until her throat became hoarse, her breath became unresponsive, and finally she could no longer even make a sound.

Then Tulin asked: "Have you had enough of scolding?"

The woman gasped and gave Tulin a hard look.

"Oh, well, uh, now that you've finished scolding, let's talk about something serious," Turin said, "For example... have you ever wondered why you lost this time?"

"Damn it! Are you done with it?" The woman bared her teeth and growled in a hoarse voice.

"Hey, don't get me wrong, I don't want to humiliate you," Tulin spread his hands and said with an evil smile, "I just want to say...don't you think that the people you meet are not very compatible with you? ? Ignoring your field, and you can't find any trace of him even in your field, the mental shock is almost impossible to hit, and even your final trump card fails to pose any threat to him, and your opponent... ...But he seems to know everything about you?”

The woman looked at Turin, her pupils trembling constantly, and in an instant, all the strange things were connected in her mind.

Why was Lao Qi secretly plotted without any warning?

Why didn't she wake up immediately?

Why do things keep going wrong in her field?

Why his enemy happened to be carrying her only nemesis in the entire world.

Why……

Why did she, the majestic Third King Cavalry, have to go with the Seventh King Cavalry to capture a so-called fortress that could be destroyed just because the Twelfth King Cavalry needed to perform an "important mission"?

"It's all you...it's all because of you! You've settled everything a long time ago, right?" The woman suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Tulin, tugging at his sleeves and yelling, "From the beginning I You were the one who wanted to get rid of me! Even they are your pawns! It’s you!”

The woman roared, and huge spiritual energy burst out, all blasting towards the man in front of her.

However, the next second, her face was in close contact with the ground.

Turin's right foot was on the back of her head, spinning her back and forth.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Do you blame everything on your colleagues when you fail? You obviously took care of everything yourself, so why do you find excuses when you fail? Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's really unseemly..." As Tulin spoke, he shook his head slowly.

The woman wanted to struggle, but the sole of the shoe pressing on her head was as heavy as a mountain. Instead of stepping on her head, it felt like it was stepping on her entire soul, making her unable to move.

"You...what are you..." The woman slowly uttered a few words.

"Me? Haha, am I not the one you despise the most, just the lowest limit of the King's Cavalry who paddles around in the water?" Tulin grinned, "But, I have a question for you... Do you still want to live? ?”

The woman was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned her gaze to Tulin.

Tulin smiled slightly and said again: "Yes, I can let you live. I have a way, but the price is... I think you can accept any price, right?"

Turin said, placing the square crystal in his hand in front of the woman.

The woman looked at him, then at the crystal in front of her. Then, she swallowed, slowly stretched out her hand, and touched the crystal.

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Swipe...

Callidora patted her clothes gently to remove the dust from her body.

"We are back again," Mowente walked to her side and looked at the ancient city in front of him.

Under the red moon, even the walls of the ancient city reflected a strange red light, looking quite eerie.

"Yeah, to be honest, I thought we would never come back to this desert again," Callidora said, "But this time we moved much faster than I thought, and it was the landing point of the phase storm. Is it better?”

"No, I think someone should have helped us," Mowente said while looking at the city wall, "But... what are those things?"

"Hmm... I don't know," Callidora said with a subtle expression, "It wasn't there last time, right? I mean, it looks a bit disgusting..."

"Ayin, do you know what those are?" Mowente asked, pointing to the giant tree and meat mountain not far away.

However, when he turned around, he realized that Yayin had long disappeared. Looking around, he realized that Yayin had run to the city gate with the potato boys at some point.

"Ah, I'm really anxious," Mowente muttered.

"I'd be anxious if it were me," Callidora sighed, "But what do you think...well, how should I put it."

"I, I think there is no problem, after all," Mowente smiled, with a golden light shining in his eyes, "I have actually seen him."

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Yayin was very anxious.

Although her reason told her that it should be fine, it could be seen from the reactions of the Potato Boys that they clearly followed Liu Ji's direction and came here.

She is now even more than 90% sure that Liu Ji is here.

But she was still anxious. As long as she couldn't see Liu Ji, her heart would never calm down.

She ran anxiously, following the path in her memory, all the way to the reception room where the mass was held.

Running, running, in a daze, she suddenly saw a figure not far away walking towards her.

The night was too dark, and she couldn't see clearly the man's face or what he was wearing.

But her talent allowed her to see clearly that person's soul, and the color of that soul was exactly the same as the color that had been lingering in her heart along the way.

Almost without thinking, she jumped up towards the man and threw herself into his arms.

With a rustling sound, she fell into some soft texture.

It was the touch of quicksand.

"Hey, I caught you," Liu Ji smiled and hugged Ya Yin in his arms.

Yayin raised her head, looked at Liu Ji's face, opened her mouth, and her eyes were filled with tears. Then, she hugged Liu Ji tightly, buried her head in his arms, and pressed hard into his arms. Rubbing back and forth in his arms.

"Ah, what's going on?" Liu Ji hugged her, gently sat down against the pillar behind him, held her in his arms, and gently stroked her hair, "Are you wronged? Someone actually Tell me who the teacher is who dares to bully me, and I will beat him up for you."

But Yayin didn't say anything, she just held his hand tighter, as if she wanted to embed her whole body into Liu Ji's body.

"Okay, okay," Liu Ji stroked her hair, "Didn't I say, I will come to you..."

"You lied!" A muffled voice came from Yayin's mouth buried in Liu Ji's arms, "Obviously it was me who came to find you..."

"Uh, aha, it seems..." Liu Ji scratched his cheek, "Sorry, I encountered something a little bit."

"Well," Yain muttered, "I forgive you..."

"That's really easy," Liu Ji said with a smile, "You don't need me to make up for it?"

"No, no, rather, how could I still need you to compensate me?" Yayin sat up slowly, sniffed, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said with a smile, "You paid for it for me. People with deep blood feud..."

"Didn't I say it?" Liu Ji stretched out his hand and gently poked Yayin's forehead, "That is our hatred."

Yayin looked at Liu Ji, sniffed, and for some reason, buried her head in his arms again and hugged him tightly.

Liu Ji smiled softly and didn't say anything more. He gently held Yayin in his arms and stroked her hair gently.

In the long and quiet night, the gentle wild wind blows through the dunes, and the gentle quicksand flows down slowly, like layers of falling veil.

In the shadows, "Mass" leaned against the wall, watching the two people quietly.

At that moment, his worries finally subsided.

Ever since Liu Ji came back to life this time, he has always looked at Liu Ji with a strange feeling.

Not only is there something hidden in my heart, but I even feel like a different person, cold and unfamiliar.

But, at this moment, when "Mass" looked at Liu Ji again, he was very sure that the young man he was familiar with was back.

Maybe he still has another self hidden in his heart, but what does it matter?

Both of them are him. As long as this one comes back and he is still him, that is enough.

Seeing the two of them cuddling together quietly under the night, "Mass" looked into the distance and let out a sigh of relief.

Thinking about the past, they had spent countless nights cuddling together, looking at the city and the sand...

He still remembered that his chest was so warm, enough to dispel all the coldness of the night...

Um……

It's strange, how could he describe his arms like this? It's really strange.

Probably because I have missed her for so long that I don't even feel like I have begun to speak from her perspective.

"So, am I quite narcissistic? Haha, what a novel discovery..." "Mass" smiled and shook his head, turned around and walked back into the house.

This night should be reserved for young people.

He slowly walked down to the basement and gently picked up the pure white sword that was placed on the deep pedestal.

Then, he sat down against the pedestal, hugged the sword, and gently closed his eyes.

Just like the previous memory, he snuggled up with the sword and fell into a deep sleep.

211. Two-in-one, lonely elderly people may be the biggest winners

At noon the next day, underground in the desert.

As Liu Ji put a whole roasted lamb on the table, it was announced that the sumptuous lunch had officially begun.

"What are your plans for coming this time? How about playing for a while?" "Mass" asked, holding his chin.

After all, he can only remain in the shape of a desert incarnation. He has no sense of taste and cannot eat. No matter how sumptuous his lunch is, he can only "eat" a few bites and show off.

"It's good to have a rest, but, ha, there are too many things," Liu Ji sighed.