The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 All kinds of chaotic emotions are filled with Xiaodao’s mind, like a stream of light that keeps flashing, he wants to stop all of this, but the scene after scene is still eroding Holding his mind.

　　 The knife has a splitting headache and is crazy.

　　 In the end, these pictures all turned into an extremely ugly and hideous face completely destroyed by lava. It was the last time the knife saw Shanzi.

　　 Xue Dao's inner pain for this even exceeded the pain of a broken arm, so he roared again, opened his eyes suddenly, and covered his head with his left hand, gasping violently.

　　 Then a blue and white porcelain bottle appeared in his eyes, and a clear female voice came from his ear:

　　 "Young scout army, you now have a stick of incense time to recover and remember, after a stick of incense, let me face it!"

The knife's originally dark and stern face, due to excessive blood loss, became extremely pale and empty, and his lips were also chapped. Then he raised his hand to hold the purification potion, drank five bottles in a row, spoke gently, and asked in a very hoarse voice. one question:

　　 "Shanzi, how is it?"

　　 "The Great Xia Expeditionary Army digs through almost the entire underground caves of Nanban, but no trace of him is found."

　　 Within a stick of incense after Crescent Moon's answer, the knife didn't say a word again, but just sat on the spot blankly.

　　 "The time is up, come with me."

　　 was already lean, but at this time the more skinny knife, propped on the bed with his left hand, his face gradually recovered the coldness that belonged to the elite scout of Daxia Yulongguan, clenched his teeth, stood up slowly, and then followed the crescent moon with some steps.

At the same time, within a stick of incense waiting for the arrival of the knife, the transmission beams in the small world of the floating island continued to light up, and more and more people gathered around Zhao Yu. Sima Annan, who was fluttering in white, still shook his hand. A folding fan, but if you look closely at its complexion, you will find that it is still a little pale. After all, the crime of stealing time and fate is not easy for anyone to bear and has to pay a great price.

In addition to the two major staff of Sima Annan and scholar Yuanbai, the Ministry of War and the Supervisor of Si Tianjian also came with several officials, and brought two thick stacks of files, all related to the missing scout Jun Shanjiang, including his life. Data, and Peng Mu’s specific account of the battle within Aishan.

　　 Zhao Yu raised his hand and opened the top file. After reading it, his complexion condensed, and the first sentence on it was:

　　 Mountain ginger, the only son of Munbai, Shaoyin Mountain, Gyeonggi Prefecture.

　　 "I learned earlier today that Munbai, Shaoyunshan, Gyeonggi Prefecture, has contracted a cold and has been seriously ill at home for more than half a month. Is there such a thing?"

　　 In front of Zhao Yu, a staff official stepped forward and said respectfully:

　　 "Your Majesty, Master Shao Yinshan, Gyeonggi Prefecture, has indeed been on leave for a long time because of the wind and cold, and the cold is very strange. The adults in the hospital have no way to do this, and even your majesty's magical medicine has little effect."

　　 "Then I'll hold on to this matter for now, and let Shan Wenbai get better before telling him."

When the voice fell, Zhao Yu handed the file that he had read to Sima Annan and Yuan Bai, and continued to gently tap his fingers on the white jade table. For some reason, he only felt that there was a kind of extreme Weird feeling.

Before long, the figure of the knife appeared in front of Zhao Yu. After saluting and flattening his body, under the gaze of the eyes, the back of the former was still straight and straight, and it was ejected from the memory tray in the Nanbari underground. .

But the little knife said not much information, or even very few, because he was in a coma most of the time, and the only useful thing was the shadow and face he saw before he was finally knocked out. The ruined mountain.

　　 "According to Shanzi, the analysis of the entire underground cave can confirm that the scout Shanjiang encountered the man in the mirror of the Great National Master in the underground cave, and the two are fighting fiercely."

After 　　 Xiaodao finished speaking, Sima Annan’s Qinglang voice sounded again, and then he paused for a few breaths, and then continued to speak rather solemnly:

　　 "And the most important thing is that the person in the mirror of the Great National Teacher was killed."

As soon as this statement came out, the officials of various ministries, including the small knife who was very familiar with Shanzi, showed shocked expressions on their faces. Although I don’t know how strong the great national teacher is, it can make the young emperor pay so much attention to it and send three top leaders in the world. The great master carried out a siege, and after thinking about it, you knew that the so-called person in the mirror must have exceeded the palm boundary birth and death state.

　　A young scout who is only twenty years old, can kill a top master while fighting head-on?

　　 If it were before Zhao Yu ascended the throne, they would never believe this, but at this time the living example of the invincible young emperor was in front of them, and they still felt shocked.

　　 Sima Annan stood up slowly, rolled the folding fan in his hand, and then tapped his palm lightly. After giving everyone some time to digest, he continued to speak:

"Everything in the world is possible. I don't care how mountain **** killed the person in the mirror for the time being, but in terms of results, it is the death of the person in the mirror. The last connection we have to pursue the body of the Great Master is cut off. , And the young scout is missing, so we need to determine if he is still alive."

After 　　 finished speaking, Sima Annan turned his eyes to Xue Dao who was standing still below, and the clear voice continued to sound.

"You are still alive. It must be said that it is a miracle, but you should be most grateful to your scout partner. When we first met you, there was a lot of dried up on your lips and cheeks. Blood stains, so mountain **** used his own blood to hang your life, and now can you give me a drop of your blood to confirm whether he is still alive?"

　　 "Of course it works."

　　 Xue Dao did not hesitate, stretched out the index finger of his left hand, and slammed the nail forward with his thumb nail, and then a drop of blood flew out.

Sima Annan stretched out his right hand, and a golden lotus reappeared on his right hand, spinning slowly, like a burning golden flame. At the same time, the drop of blood belonging to Xue Dao floated up and down on it, and was constantly being evaporated, leaving only A trace of golden mist is suspended above it.

　　 That is the blood of mountain ginger!

Then, under everyone’s gaze, the golden lotus absorbed all the floating golden mist, and then slowly developed outwards. At the same time, an extremely dark picture appeared on top of the golden lotus, the scene inside could not be seen clearly, but A clear voice came out:

　　 "Daxia is not the country you belong to. Go to the north, the northern snowy field, Liuli City."

　　 The voice fell, the golden lotus shattered, and everyone changed their colors.

　　 The knife was about to split his eyes, opened his mouth and roared, then spouted a mouthful of blood, and fell straight back.

　　 "Impossible, it is impossible for Shanzi to treason!"