The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"She was like those well-known villains in the Yan Kingdom. She always wanted to do something, but in the end she couldn't do anything. Before she died, she lamented that her meritorious career had not been accomplished, and she was trapped and alone."

Xi also lowered her voice and chatted with Hao Zhao in a low voice.

"Xi, have you all seen spies similar to Jingzhe?"

Hao Zhao's eyes lit up and he became interested.

"When painting, I always need to see the landscape and the human world before I can start painting. Although I have been doing graffiti in the studio recently, I have visited this worldly landscape before."

Xi raised her lips, her red lips smiled elegantly, her eyes were soft as water, as if she thought of some interesting things in the past, her smile could not help but become more sincere, diluting the cold look a little:

"I have also met many people who held high ideals. I saw them either sink in the mud, or step into the court, and finally achieve their quick success, or they disappear into ashes and become disheartened."

"I didn't know anything at that time, and I had no interest in the strife between them, but I was extremely sensitive to those who were frustrated and triumphant. I wanted to carefully observe their expressions and emotions, so I quietly hid in the dark and watched them make choices. , don’t interfere, just paint.”

"It's just that we finally met each other later. I listened to them talk about the past, talk about their ideals, and dance with joy. When they talked about the current situation, some shed tears and some sneered."

I closed my eyes and recalled the scene carefully, my delicate fingers danced in the air, and soon there was a simple ink painting floating in the air, and the scene in the painting was lifelike:

There are many plants and flowers planted in the empty garden of the house. The colorful flowers are in full bloom. The large and magnificent petals can even allow the viewer to directly see the light floral fragrance from the eyes. It can be seen that the exquisite painting in the sunset is as exquisite as ordinary people. Amazing skills that cannot be matched.

In the distance are exquisite and clean blue bricks and black tiles, and the white walls are painted just right, shining brightly in the sun. In the center of the garden, there is an elegantly designed pavilion with octagonal cornices, carved pavilion columns, and poems by literati. Filling it with decoration makes it more elegant and elegant.

Sitting in the center of the pavilion was an old man with rosy hair and a strong build. His stiff eyebrows were white, and his skinny lips were tinged with gray. He stretched out his trembling palms with difficulty, but was still unable to touch the antique piano on the stone table in front of him. I can only let it hang in the air, floating and motionless.

After a while, the old man let out a long sigh, lay down on the wooden rocking chair in a daze, and swayed with his eyes closed.

"He is the most common one. Out of the idea of ​​​​summarizing commonalities, I found him and talked with him that time. He was originally very opposed to indulging officials like us who are incarnations of age. At that time, he had been admonishing Emperor Yan in the hope that The candle bearers of Si Suitai can restrain us in our respective positions and not come out to cause harm to the world - we were only born a few hundred years ago in those days. We are not very old and don't know how to control ourselves. When we use our power, we will always have some problems. What's wrong, many senior officials couldn't help but want to help those villains, and they used their own methods to cause a lot of disasters. In a sense, what he said is not wrong. "

Xi looked at the old man and said softly. In contrast, a Xi hiding in the shadows also appeared in the painting, with red eyes shining in the darkness, communicating with the old man - she is indeed a great painter, with exquisite and natural brushstrokes. Everywhere is full of interesting things, and a painting seems to represent the things I saw at that time.

All the essence of the scene was extracted one by one, and each stroke was left in the album.

But for some unknown reason, her own painting style in the portrait suddenly changed. The exquisite and natural artistic conception was obscured by shadows. The gentle aura of the old man was suddenly diluted by the cold eyes with glowing red eyes. The sunset in the shadows was as cold as green mountains and green waters, hazy in the painting. The uncertain curves make her as sinister and sinister as a devil hiding in the dark.

"Your painting skills..." Hao Zhao showed a smile that he didn't know how to evaluate but really didn't expect you to miss him so much: "Is it really okay to paint yourself so gloomy?"

"I'm just pursuing more immersive paintings," Xi shrugged, picked up the tea cup and took another sip, and added some tea liquid to the tea under Hao Zhaokong's hands: "Although I just wanted to paint at that time, I often got to the point where I started to figure things out when I was in the scene. I didn’t see many people, so there was no disaster related to me. However, my brothers and sisters were always different from me. At that time, we already considered ourselves not to be a unified whole, but to be a unified whole. Everyone has different personalities, and their personalities are naturally all kinds of weird. There are people like me who don’t care about things, and there are also people who are nosy everywhere."

"However, the people of Yan country don't think so, and the memorials they submit do not say who is causing trouble everywhere in the year. They have become accustomed to giving a name to a group, and then using labels to label the whole group - unfortunately, Even for us new fragments, they still adopted this method."

"So even if I didn't do anything, Yan Guo still thought that I was good at making trouble like other brothers and sisters. I was chased and intercepted a lot, and he was the leader among them. However, Yan Guo's habit of forming cliques was ultimately beneficial. There are disadvantages, and after enjoying the benefits, there will be disadvantages. They took the opportunity to criticize us to enter the political stage, but they lost the opportunity because they wrote to Emperor Yan to request land clearance. As a liquidation, their signature policy and Prime Minister's Control Order also fell. , so I can invade the homes of these disempowered people and communicate freely.”

"For every flower in his garden, I was naturally a passer-by who came to imitate the figure, and even replenished them with water as a reward. But for him, my appearance meant his failure and shattered ideals. In the painting How can Li appear as a good person?"

Xi tapped her fingertips on herself in the drawing, and used ink to draw a small "bad guy" mark on her cold face.

Chapter 274 Ren Xia ([-])

"I think you will have a fierce argument. Before the dying old man died, he cursed all the resentment he had towards the incarnation of Sui Xiang from his mouth. He dug out the resentment from the depths of his heart with his lips and tongue and threw it. You are so angry with him. Do you want to give him some dignity?"

Hao Zhao asked casually while listening to Xi's description of that time.

He knew that the story should not be as extreme as he said, otherwise Xi would not take it out as a representative of commonality, but if the orange cat himself encountered an enemy that he had been hostile to all his life, he would never be calm - Maybe Kong Ming can hold back his humility, but if Orange Cat looks down on someone, he won't say a single word.

Sure enough, Xi chuckled and refuted his speculation:

"No, he doesn't have much hostility towards people like me. On the contrary, he can communicate in a smooth voice. When he mentions his political opponents, he gnashes his teeth with hatred and wants to eat his flesh."

Thinking about what these most common temple figures really thought about life and the world before they died, even Xi, who was well-informed and unwilling to say much, couldn't help but sigh:

"It's not that there are no young people who have really lost something important because of their age, but even if they choose one young official from ten thousand who can influence the government, they can't compete with those young people who come from aristocratic families. The few who can climb up. There are very few of them, and when they reach the point where they can influence the world, their thoughts will no longer be spent on the position that they used to cherish - political opponents and betrayers are the eternal enemies in his heart at that time, and they can't wait to sleep and eat their flesh and blood. "

"I spent a lot of time observing the thoughts of Yanguo's officials. It took me a long time and I met many people. However, there was only one person who could yell with a red neck when he was old. But the reason was not because his age affected Yan. What is the country? In his era, we already knew how to communicate with the people of the Yan Kingdom. The disasters caused by Sui Xiang were less and less, and they were mostly in remote locations with severe oppression and great needs. Instead, he gave birth to the only one. My son’s beloved concubine’s family suffered disaster because of some madman.”

"He was a romantic seed, but he was also infatuated enough. He hid in the garden and shouted that he would never give in for a concubine who had already passed away before him. However, from beginning to end, his hostility towards Sui Xiang did not come from people's livelihood, or even the background of his beloved concubine. The reason why families in remote areas were harmed by disasters led by Sui Xiang was because the exploitation was excessive and the locals could not accept it, so they used the power of Sui Xiang to launch a bloody revenge."

Following Xi's words, the old man in the painting seemed to have been chatting with Xi for a while. It was a really peaceful scene. The old man took it indifferently. Xi stood in the shadow and asked questions. After a long time, it seemed that he had finished asking. Xi's figure appeared in the shadow. The darkness slowly receded, and the old man played the piano with trembling hands. Hao Zhao could tell from the movements of his wrists that the sound of the piano was mixed. He was too old. Maybe he was a talented man who played the piano and discussed poetry when he was young, but now that he is old, it is hard to think about it. No beautiful piano sounds can be played.

"What I chose as his commonality is that he asked a variety of questions, including almost [-]% of the questions asked by the officials I communicated with."

Xi, who fell silent and looked at Hao Zhao, said softly:

"If you read the history books carefully, you can also see his famous name.

He must be a pioneer in anti-aging. He had a lot to do with the birth of Si Suitai and Bingzhuren. When he was dying, I asked him, but he was very surprised and said that you recognized me. I was also puzzled at the time. , and asked him if he had set up so many rules to suppress Sui Xiang, did he actually not even know what Sui Xiang looked like? "

"He smiled instead. Xu was honest before he died. He calmly told me that the enemy was just because he needed to have this goal to unite other officials. With a direction, he could distinguish between enemies and friends. There will be more rules and regulations in the future. It’s to do this thing beautifully. As for whether Sui Xiang will feel uncomfortable or how much the Sisuitai and Bingzhuren projects will cost, these are other officials’ business and he doesn’t care.”

The quiet voice seemed to be saying that it was none of his business. Maybe the old man was repeating his actions in the same tone in a haggard and hoarse voice. How did the person who heard it feel?

Maybe if Xi's actions against Sui Xiang are replaced by actions towards civilians, and the groups that the old man doesn't care about are replaced by civilians, then the great anger will bloom.

"This is what the little secret agent couldn't understand," Xi continued: "Although the education she received, the knowledge she learned, and the people she saw all tried their best to show her concern for the people of the Yan Kingdom and their interest in the prosperity of the Yan Kingdom, It’s optimistic, but in fact, most of the time, the view of rule and the view of ideals are different.”

Hao Zhao really raised his eyebrows this time, and his interest was aroused by the knowledge in Xi's mouth: "How should I say this?"

"Although it's a little complicated, the fragments of my age actually come from the age beast. Did I tell you that?"

Xi changed the subject and asked about a less relevant story.

After the orange cat nodded in agreement, she continued to describe some secret from the age:

"In order to defeat the giant beasts and put an end to the war, the True Dragon united too many people from the Yan Kingdom. At that time, everyone from the True Dragon to the ministers insisted on standing together with the ordinary Yan Kingdom people. Many ills at that time could be eliminated on the same day. , so the true dragon is recognized as a belief-like existence by the entire Yan Kingdom, do you understand this?"

Xi asked Hao Zhao, and the orange cat nodded again, so Xi, who had been with Yan Guo for too long, continued to tell her the insights that time had brought to her:

"But later on, the relationship between rulers and ordinary people changed. The nobles seemed to stand with the poor and speak on behalf of the poor, but they actually sealed the mouths of the poor and blocked their right to speak out their opinions. , there are fewer and fewer people from common people standing in the court, and big shots from noble families, or common people who marry women from noble families, gradually become the mainstream."

"When these are changed, their relationship can hardly be called harmonious, and the purpose of many strategies is no longer to make everything better, but to stabilize everything that is good. But how should we define everything that is good?"

Xi tilted her head and smiled, and asked Hao Zhao. The orange cat was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer, so Xi continued to mutter something that was either crazy or nonsense:

"Later, those who occupied high positions did not want to leave, and those who had reaped the most benefits did not want to move. Their purpose was no longer to make everyone better, but to keep them in high positions and reap the most benefits. The good thing is, in order to achieve this, it becomes necessary to propose certain strategies, and some tacit understanding will naturally arise among all those in high positions. Whether they are companions or enemies, sincere or disguised, the position of the group will naturally change."

"The problem with Jingzhe is not that she can't find her kind, but that the position where she stands has long confirmed some tacit understanding over the long period of time. Her enemy has never been a political opponent, but everyone in the temple, even that person. Even the Emperor of Yan Kingdom may not agree with her ideas - when everyone is against her, how can she do what she wants to do?"

Chapter 275 Ren Xia ([-])

"After listening to what I said, what are you going to do?"

After telling Yan Guo's crazy words, Xi Bao crossed his arms and asked Hao Zhao about his plans:

"Although there is a mastermind behind this illusion, the essence is inseparable from Jingzhe's own thoughts. Looking at her appearance, I can almost deduce what the original theme of this illusion is, but the solution is much more difficult. Hao Zhao, you What’s your choice?”

The beauty with indigo hair smiled brightly, her round eyes were narrowed like two crescent moons by the smile, and her soft eyelashes were thick and soft, which reminded Hao Zhao that she was slightly itchy when she once fell asleep quietly on his shoulder. In the memory, the white and waxy teeth are looming in the gaps between the red lips, like white jade soft shells, precious and exquisite, small and cute.

If she glanced down her slender neck, she might be able to see even more beautiful scenery. However, her words were like a knife, cutting off Hao Zhao's desire to continue admiring it.

"It's nothing more than those few. With so many adventures, how often has it exceeded these two limits? Whether it's a human or an animal, the two solutions that social creatures can ultimately accept are nothing more than those few."

"So...just follow the plan?"

Xi came closer, spread out Hao Zhao's palm, and drew two words that no one should see.

"That's right. To sum up, there is no one else but that person who can be the mastermind and train Jingzhe to be like this."

Sensing the words written by Xi on the palm of his hand, Hao Zhao said in agreement - this is not the ultimate layer where Kong Ming has to deal with the layer after layer of unlucky people who don't know where their intelligence level is. The nesting doll illusion, the parallel memory that can be chosen by the two of them, the black hand has no other way out except to show it on the bright side.

If you put it this way, could it be that Jingzhe is also a cheerful person who doesn't say much and hates the Riddler?

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"I almost thought it was a long dream before I collapsed."

When Jingzhe woke up in the morning and walked out of the cave, he saw Hao Zhao baking potatoes and sweet potatoes and Xi carrying a wooden barrel from somewhere beside him. He subconsciously said the words that came to his mind immediately.

"Then your dream is a bit long, so long that you think your fantasy is real and your friends are fake."

Hao Zhao reached into the burning flame with one hand and took out a potato with a blackened skin without caring about the heat. He broke it open and looked at it but was not satisfied. There was a flash of light on his hand and a harsh sizzling sound. , the aroma of food that symbolizes fullness becomes stronger.

"Because it's really like a dream."

While Hao Zhao was heating the potatoes, Jingzhe came over and squatted next to him. He picked up the piles of sweet potatoes beside Hao Zhao's legs, picked out a medium-sized piece and threw it into the fire.

The field uniform specially designed for field operations had long been damaged by the landslides and landslides that had descended on Hao Zhaohe Xi. It could have been used at first, but when Jingzhe woke up this morning, she subconsciously stretched her upper and lower limbs and made a loud noise. After that, even those who can make do with it can no longer be particular about it.

At this moment, she was wearing the last set of summer combat uniforms. The clothes were slightly thin, and her round thigh curves were not concealed in front of Hao Zhao. The naturally formed folds under her knees were sexy like a human body. Perhaps she had not planned to travel far yet, and Jingzhe had not Wearing pure black heat-proof dustproof gloves, he just used his plain white palms to throw the sweet potatoes into the roaring flames.

Watching the gray skin of the sweet potato turn black bit by bit in the flames, Jing Zhe's gaze became far away. When the flames roasted the entire circle of the sweet potato into black, Qilin apologized to Hao Zhao:

"Sorry, yesterday I..."

"The water is ready. Do you want some tea in the morning?"

The female voice that suddenly sounded in her ears made Jingzhe stiffen. Remembering that there was still the incarnation of the old age in her memory, she subconsciously lowered her head and stopped talking. Her fair ears with blond hair turned red little by little, and she felt so embarrassed that she wanted to use her fingers. Mark out the famous mountains and rivers of the Yan Kingdom on the ground.

Sui Xiang, who was tightly guarded by Si Suitai, saw his extremely embarrassed appearance. Now that Jingzhe discovered this, he felt extremely ashamed and wished he could return to the capital immediately and have no contact with Sui Xiang in front of him until death.

But now they are facing further challenges in the illusion, what can she do?

"Thank you. I'll have a drink. These are your potatoes. There's no chili stuffed in them this time. Try them."

Hao Zhao was not surprised, and he reached out his hand to take the tea from Xi quite naturally. He also did not forget to hand over the potatoes that had just been cooked by a lightning bolt in time - they were not the things in Xi's paintings. Rather, it is a gift given by someone who passed by some gentle parallel memories during past adventures.

Xi unhappily made an exchange with Hao Zhao. She still put the potato to her nose and smelled it before taking a small bite. She moved her cheeks and swallowed the potato into her stomach to confirm that there were really no malicious additives. I just took a big bite and drank a few more cups of hot tea:

In parallel memories of the God of Cookery competition, Hao Zhao, the bastard, showed off three bowls of Shang Shu's top-notch spicy boiled fish and couldn't bear it anymore, so he secretly stuffed a dragon pepper dessert into Xi's mouth to eat later. In the white jade potatoes...

From then on, the orange cat knew that Xi couldn't eat spicy food, and Xi could not care less about losing face in front of Hao Zhao: Spicy's face was red with tears, her lips were swollen like a sausage, her throat was spitting fire, she was seen, and she was seen again It doesn’t matter what you get, right? (serene)

Even though Hao Zhao said many times afterwards that the Food God Competition was just a last resort and that he really couldn't eat chili peppers, and he would definitely not mix anything too spicy into Xi's food in the future, Xi Bao would still carefully identify the spicy food. What Hao Zhao handed over.

Seeing Xi Gui sitting neatly on the chair that was also drawn by herself, eating potatoes and drinking tea from time to time. Even if it was a simple meal that was no different from foraging in the field, Hao Zhao still behaved elegantly and generously. There was a burning pain in my back.

However, now he couldn't keep paying attention to a certain person on his back who couldn't be seen - Jingzhe's sweet potatoes were almost cooked, and she didn't know how to take them. She even imitated Hao Zhao and stretched out her hands, and her fingertips were burned. He was so red that he couldn't help but raise his hands to blow the cool breeze.

Hao Zhao had no choice but to stretch out his hand and grab the sweet potato directly from the flames, while holding her burned finger and tightening it slightly. The magnetic field rotated 24 times and began to absorb the life magnetic field transmission of the surrounding creatures. To Jingzhe.

So as some of the raw sweet potatoes rotted, deactivated and destroyed, the pain in Jingzhe's fingers also visibly subsided. She smiled shyly at Hao Zhao and took the sweet potatoes from the orange cat awkwardly - - She hadn't carried out missions in the field for so many years that she had forgotten even these simplest means of life. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of her laziness.

"Eat first." The orange cat also dug out the largest sweet potato that had been buried in the fire for a long time, and while peeling off the dark charred skin, urged the two companions to eat:

"We'll go to Mobile City later to see what's wrong."

Flustered, take a day off

My head hurts, I feel flustered and short of breath. I feel something is wrong. Take a day off. Take a day off.

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Chapter 276 Ren Xia ([-])

"Wait, maybe we need to make some plans, or find some other companions. Only in this way..."

After the Northern War lasted for nearly seven years, any mobile city in the Yan Kingdom is no longer what it used to be. The old scene of feasting, feasting and singing seems like the residents living in the mobile city are unable to accept the reality. No one has the courage to go there anymore. Think about what makes life what it is today.

——When you are too sober, it is always easy to lose the courage to live when you realize that your entire life is being swallowed up cleanly by the city and the country, and the fruits of your labor are being usurped.

Chronic death descends on the city in a form of decline and decay, slowly draining the bones and blood of the entire city. Step by step, it sucks this mobile city that has been repeatedly drained of blood into a skinny living corpse, and together with it constructs this Most people in this city have lost their vitality and persistence.

Although the governor of the mobile city and other nobles still indulge in extravagance and extravagance, trying desperately to maintain the prosperity and vitality of the city, the lights are bright day and night, as if the central city is still one of the shining pearls on this land.

But how many cities can be reversed by the joys and sorrows of the nobles?The blood that repeatedly wanders around the mobile city and rushes into various factories to supply nutrients is lifeless. How dreamy can the cheerful heart melody be?

When most people in a city have lost their vitality and hope, even if there are bright lights and tall buildings, outsiders may be disappointed when they first come in, feeling overwhelmed by the dull and mechanical atmosphere of the city.

When Jingzhe broke into the city with Hao Zhao and Xi, the unspeakable boredom almost destroyed her verbal expression, making Qilin timidly tighten the hat that came with her windbreaker - as if doing so could intercept failure. Same outside the cloak.

Every time she entered a strange or familiar mobile city, an invisible cry seemed to ring in her ears, painfully telling how numbness and desolation fermented in the wounds of this city, and how much pain and despair gradually disappeared in the silence. fall from the sky.

She could accept the visible scolding, resentment, and criticism, but she could not accept the tragic end of a city, especially when she herself was the driving force behind all this suffering. Jingzhe could not bear to look at the silence in front of her. .

Visible to the naked eye, Qilin began to tremble. She had tried her best to contain her body's reaction, but the emotions overflowing from the depths of her heart still broke through the shackles of reason, turning the unacceptable regret into a sadness that her body could not suppress.

Her knife has become dull, and the blade is no longer as sharp as it used to be. Instead, it has begun to be smeared with wax as a smooth base. Even though it is decorated brightly, it has suddenly changed from a murder weapon to a ritual weapon. In the eyes of everyone, it is regarded as a The ceremonial knife exudes a brilliance that is thousands of times greater than that of an ordinary knife, but it cannot hide the fact that when a person needs her to cut through the darkness in front of her eyes, the knife is already so dull that it is old and unable to make even a small hole.

Hao Zhao saw Jingzhe's panic, and Xi saw Jingzhe's collapse. They each took what they saw into their own eyes, so the orange cat led two beautiful ladies wrapped in thick cloaks into the outer city. In the dark alley, when he was about to continue his journey to Longmen, the chivalrous and righteous man who had failed when he took office as the director of the Xiacheng District Guards Bureau, Xi Ze was silent, adjusting his clothes with an elegant smile, and followed him. Even his large cloak could not hide his majestic figure. Hao Zhao stood behind him to see how he quickly handled the thrills that Jingzhe couldn't handle.

When they walked into the dark alley, waiting to see if someone would be lucky enough to discover that a newcomer had somehow hidden themselves out of sight of the city surveillance cameras to catch the autumn breeze, Jingzhe overcame the difficulties and overcame the sadness and loss that surged from the deepest part of his heart, and eagerly asked for help. Hao Zhao asked the biggest problem.

——Orange Cat said that he wants to sweep the world to clarify Yuyu, but this is not easy!

We have to form a large and well-organized team in this muddy world, and we have to have the support of logistics, attack, politics, aristocratic families, and literati, right?You can't, you can't break the whole world and just leave the mess there and ignore it, right?

Plan one failed.

The first time she saw Jingzhe's anxious expression, Xi almost understood that her plan to kill everyone simply and brutally had failed:

Look, this little Qilin is in pain and has a face full of incomprehensible confusion. Anyone with a little bit of emotional intelligence can understand what she is thinking. It is obvious that if the root cause of her inability to look away cannot be solved, the mastermind behind the scenes will not wait. If she appears, she will become an enemy one step ahead.

So, what do you do?

The green and black beauty's eyes were flowing, her soft brows and eyes that could melt water passed over Jingzhe's body, and finally they were firmly nailed to Hao Zhao's body. With a slight movement of her fingers, a small black dragon came out from the gap between her fingers, and she probed her head from Xi's side. Points protruded from the sleeves of his cloak, ready to imitate the rough expressions of the two people in the scene at any time. In Xi's long painting career, when he encounters wonderful scenes that are fleeting and do not even allow time to paint, It is undoubtedly a good choice to write down Mo Long's notes on every expression he saw at that time.

Especially when the Yanguo secret agent, who is currently trapped in a fantasy and unable to extricate herself, is quarreling face to face with her upright friend. It is very likely that the next stage will be a time when the warmth is shattered and blood is fought for life. The intense emotions lurking in the darkness are eager to collide with the spark of life... …