I! The Salted Fish Law God Was Eavesdropped On By Master Loli

Watching the backs of Nanako and Lynn go away.

Andre looked at Lynn's back in the distance with some hesitation, and said:

"Junior brother, the boy next to your granddaughter is..."

Andrew stroked his beard with a smile and said, "My granddaughter's eldest apprentice is very nice and of high moral character, but his aptitude is a little worse. What's wrong? Senior brother, why are you asking this?"

Andrew was a little puzzled.

Andrew frowned, then slowly shook his head, with a little doubt in his eyes, thinking:

"No... nothing, I just feel a little..."

He slowly took out from his arms a blue-blue decree made of dragon scales. The back was engraved with the vast ocean, and the front was engraved with a domineering "king" character.

This is exactly the Sea King decree handed to him by the owner of the Sea King Palace before he left.

This is the token of the Palace Masters of the Sea Kings of all dynasties. It was made by their great His Majesty the Sea King thousands of years ago. It symbolizes the supreme authority and power of the Sea King Palace.

He held the big order blankly and raised his head with some doubts.

And just now.

When his eyes met the boy.

He suddenly felt that this Wang Ling, which symbolized the supreme authority, was faintly warm, like some kind of call.

Like some kind of nostalgia.

...

The army of Winterspring passed through the portal in a mighty manner and headed for the various places in the Palace of the Sea King to fight.

As the seventh deacon, although Nanako was not given the position of the legion commander, he still followed the elite ice law legion to the supreme holy city of the Sea King's Palace to participate in the battle.

This time, Lynn and Nanako had a brief separation.

Although Nanako really wanted to bring his apprentice with him, he had no choice but to give up in the end.

"Teacher! We will meet soon!! Master is waiting for you in the holy city!!"

When parting, Nanako waved to him from a distance and shouted, his eyes full of reluctance.

After all, since Lynn came to Winterspring a few years ago and became her apprentice, they had hardly been separated for more than a day.

As a member of the Miscellaneous Hair Legion, Lynn naturally went to the Sea King Hall after a long absence, but the only difference was that they were in the rear of the Sea King Hall.

A city called Christmas.

"Have you heard of it? In the legend of the Sea King's Palace, thousands of years ago, the supreme ruler of the Sea King's Palace, His Majesty Sea King, started from this city and gradually built the Sea King's Palace to rule the entire Forbidden Sea! "

"Mmm! Mmm! The significance of this city is indeed extraordinary. Christmas, the city where saints are born, apart from the capital of the Sea King's Palace, this city is definitely the most sacred place in the Sea King's Palace!"

Opening his eyes, the white light passing through the gate of space slowly disappeared.

Lynn raised his head and looked at this huge city that was the same as it was a thousand years ago, a smile flashed in his eyes.

【Farewell to meet again! 】

[It has been two thousand years in a flash, I still remember the last time I was here, it was already the eve of the battle of gods! 】

【I really miss it! 】

Follow the main force all the way to the central square.

Under the shocking gaze of everyone, a towering and huge statue appeared in front of all Winterspring Valley Masters.

It is a towering stone statue. The stone statue is carved with the image of a middle-aged man with flying white hair, indifferent eyes, and a red fruit on his upper body. He holds a trident and looks into the distance, just standing there, just a statue , will sincerely make people feel an indescribable majesty and shock.

"That statue is... the legendary Sea King?!"

The crowd was shocked and breathless.

Although time has covered the statue with wind and frost, when they saw the statue, they still seemed to be able to imagine the endless splendor of the Sea King's Palace.

Bring the entire forbidden sea under his rule, and let the endless sea clan come to court every year.

In addition to the brilliant Violet Monarch at that time, there are several people in the world who can compare with him.

Lynn's mouth twitched.

He didn't stay here any longer, and after the Legion assigned work, he quietly disappeared around the city.

Step by step on the mottled and dilapidated streets.

Time seems to have returned to that era again, the era that only belongs to him.

The entire city was under martial law, and there were no pedestrians on the streets except for the rushing army.

And when they missed Lynn's side, they all hurried past as if they didn't see him.

Lynn Yuyu walks alone, alone.

once.

A lot has happened here.

He remembered that many people went out to fight with him, and when they returned, they were already wrapped in battle flags.

He remembered that many people made a vow with him here, vowing to conquer the endless forbidden sea.

Time flies, and white horses pass by.

A thousand years.

He has returned, and the old man is gone.

Step out.

In an instant, his body crossed the boundless distance and came to the deepest part of the city, an ancient cemetery.

A huge monument stands in the very center of the cemetery, inscribed with mottled and vague names one after another, surrounded by countless low graves.

Lynn raised his head, reached out his hand, and slowly touched one name after another on the stone tablet.

Buried here.

All of them were the heroic spirits who died on the battlefield during the battle of gods.

They are loyal, fearless and brave.

But only a small part of them can be buried here, and even more people have been buried in the blood-stained sea.

Lynn took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

in the mind.

Countless tragic pictures passed by, the sound of the collision of swords, the rumbling sound of war, the sound of painful screams, and the fearless roar, interweaved into the tragic battle of gods.

Open your eyes again.

The surroundings are already covered with moss, and the low graves are desolate everywhere.

"I promised you that I would bring you a world without gods."

"I also swore to you that I will let you live to see that day."

Lynn put his hands on his back and looked up.

"Now, I want you to know that I'm back."

...

outside the cemetery.

A child walks on the damp path with the help of a gray-haired old man.

His body was hunched, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with the vicissitudes of the years left on him. Beneath the rustling white hair, there were a pair of kind eyes.

"Ancestor, have you really participated in the battle of gods a thousand years ago? Have you ever fought with the great Sea King?"

the child asked innocently.

The old man kindly stretched out his old hand, touched his head, and said softly:

"Yeah, today, a thousand years ago, was the day we set out for the expedition. At that time, the ancestor was still the commander of the first army beside His Majesty the Sea King..."

One old and one young walked on the quiet path, the child was innocent, and the old man told him the story of the past with kindness on his face.

Thousands of years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Even the endless glory of the past cannot stop the baptism of these years.

Time rolls forward like a flood.

With gray hair in his twilight years, the past years have now become a piece of history that can only be remembered.

Speaking slowly, the old man's eyes were full of kindness and doting, and they walked towards the cemetery step by step.

A young man passed by them.

But I don't know why, just when the young man passed him by the wrong side, he suddenly froze, and his hunched body slowly raised his head.

For a moment.

As if the wind was blowing through the thin white hair, through his aging eyes.

"Grandpa, why are you crying?"

The old man stretched out his hand dazedly to his wrinkled cheeks.

I don't know when.

His face was already covered with tears.

He suddenly felt something, his hunched body shook, and his old cheeks were trembling all over.

"Quick... quick..."

He turned his head tremblingly, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and looked towards the long path behind him, as if he was trying to find something, but the path ended.

There is no one figure.

Only the whistling wind whistled through the head of white hair.

His lips were trembling, and he was struggling with his old legs, but his hunched body couldn't allow him to make too much movement, and his body fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Ancestor! Ancestor, what's wrong with you!" The child cried eagerly.

But he still didn't realize it, and he stretched out his hand to the long path tremblingly, as if he wanted to grab something, and he seemed to want to grab the piece of history that flowed away.

The wind whistled away.

Just vaguely seem to have two murmured words echoing in the silent path.

"I... king..."

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