I'm playing Yuanshin in Tivat!

Shocked me.

"Hi!" (#`o')

Generally speaking, a duo is configured like this, one person is responsible for chattering, the other is silent, and is responsible for finding the flaws in the first one's words, and then pointing them out precisely, just like a trembling in a cross talk. burden.

"Huh~"

Paimon's small hands stretched forward to form a small arbor: "I heard someone singing, in the wilderness, why would someone sing?"

"Didn't you say that Mond is full of bards?"

Ying complained precisely and fiercely.

When Paimeng said that there are bards everywhere, it means that bards can be seen walking around the streets and singing for treasures to ask for money, instead of growing on trees like sunset fruits in the wilderness.

"Hi!" (#`o')

Paimon stomped his jio in mid-air, stomping on the air angrily.

Ying also heard the melodious sound of the piano, and suddenly became quiet. Instead of complaining, she walked forward in silence.

Pushing aside the bushes, the scene in front of me suddenly became clear.

Ying saw a poet covered in green, fresh as if he had just grown out of a tree. The lyre was plucking slowly in his hands, and the melodious sound of the lyre came from here.

Ying and Paimon covered their mouths at the same time.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the mediocre bard, but the huge sleeping creature beside the bard. It was obviously a mythical creature, a cyan flying dragon with six wings.

"Is this Mond?"

Paimon and Ying said in unison, causing an extraordinary movement.

It's finally here.

Wendy actually felt a sense of relief.

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[Materials include wings sent by Wendy, a remnant dream of a lonely king in a high tower, and fixed coordinates. The last item is obviously something that is needed after the location has shifted. The first thing to do is to mix these materials together. 】

[This requires a certain degree of stimulation, just like forging in a blacksmith shop, the original embryo will not turn into a weapon by itself. 】

【What kind of stimulus is the most suitable? 】

Lu Kong thought about it.

If according to the plot, Twarin will launch an attack when the traveler enters Mond City, the encounter between Wendy and the traveler is obviously in line with the historical development, and the plot is still under my control...

Lu Kong forcibly stopped the dangerous thoughts in his mind, the last time he set such a flag was the last time, and then he was severely taught by reality to be a man.

In order to warn himself, he emptied his mind and honestly wrote a sentence of advice to himself.

[Always keep in mind that when manpower is limited. 】

[So I need to guide the Wind Demon Dragon to launch an attack on my newspaper office...or a continuous attack, to concentrate the scattered energy that wantonly destroys city facilities, and throw them all on my head. 】

【…】

[If this kills you, then please hurry up and object, Mr. or Miss Typewriter. 】

The typewriter was unresponsive, no suggestive text spit out.

That means there is a high probability that this will work.

Lu Kong thought again that he had obtained a tile-shaped container that could absorb all the energy of the Guwang of the Tower without any effort. The mere bombardment of Twarin was probably equivalent to pouring a basin of water on the concrete roof.

Simply trivial.

Lu Kong was completely relieved, and based on this concept, he quickly arranged the plot to ensure that what happened in the future was within a reasonable range.

"Ugh-"

Just at this time, Rosalia, who was sleeping, turned over, finally got the eight hours of sleep that every migrant worker needs, and woke up full of energy.She stretched and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

"You're back..."

Although I know it's a natural reaction after waking up, can you not speak in that tone like a wife?

Lu Kong had a sudden whim and looked at Rosalia calmly.

The eyes as calm as the deep sea made her a little surprised. She was a secret policeman walking in the dark and had experienced more partings than others. When someone decided to make a huge sacrifice, she would often show that expression.

"I decided to make a sacrifice."

Lu Kong said with some grief, his hands were moving rapidly on the keyboard, as fast as sparks were about to be wiped out.

"For Mond."

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[Wendy, with an impure purpose and in a frivolous way, tried to get close to the traveler Ying and prostitute a purification power for nothing, just like he has always done.Such actions will not succeed, which is in line with the logical development of the story. 】

"Isn't there too much subjective thinking?"

After writing this paragraph, Lu Kong looked at the text above and muttered to himself.

"Well... I think it's very objective and fair."

Lu Kong looked up and asked Rosalia what she thought of Wendy. As the guardian of the night, she knew everyone in Mond well.

"A frivolous poet is an unstable factor. I don't like it."

See, even the fair Rosalia said that, so I'm sure it's okay to write it myself.

She continued to write.

[Wendy failed without accident. The traveler resonated with the singing, purifying part of the abyssal energy, but also awakening Twarin. The flying dragon fled the scene with trembling six wings. This is undoubtedly logical. 】

[The traveler headed for the main city of Mond, and Twarin also flew to the main city in chaos...]

Lu Kong took a deep breath.

[Under my guidance. 】

Chapter 69: Meng Dewei

"Mond City is located on the island in the center of Fruit Wine Lake. There is only one bridge connecting it to the outside world. It is managed by the West Wind Knights. It is impossible for any youngster to enter this city without being noticed."

Ying nodded, and Paimon also nodded.

"So, please report your name!"

For the first time, the scouting knight Amber did not scout in the wild. Instead, he returned to Mond City to help rebuild, and by the way, made some contributions to the security of Mond City.

Just after taking office, she saw a stranger.

With her left hand attached, she hammered her chest with her right hand, looking very majestic.

"Wow, what a majestic look."

Paimon was in the air, clenching his small fists with anticipation.

"He's handsome, isn't he?"

However, Amber failed in the next second, and Mond's people seemed unable to remain handsome for three seconds, except for the disciplinary nun who was with the moonlight all day long.

"Cough cough."

After realizing his gaffe, Amber coughed in embarrassment: "Uh, no, I just want to confirm your identity, whether you are a visitor or an intruder. Now Mond is in an extraordinary period."

"critical moments?"

Ying was obviously more interested in this.

"The Wind Demon Dragon Tewarin attacked Mond City, but this is a temporary difficulty, and the Knights are discussing countermeasures."

Ying nodded.

Paimon circled in the air and talked about their experiences.

"Traveler?"

Amber looked down in thought.

"I found in the depths of the jungle...a bard playing and singing in front of the Wind Demon Dragon...this is an important clue." Amber showed a thoughtful expression: "Don't worry, you can travel in Mond City normally , I will report what you said to the Zephyr Knights."

Amber hurried away.

However, walking across the bridge and turning a corner, the melodious sound of the piano floated into her ears, and she suddenly felt her brain sank, like an eraser was quietly stuck on, and her memory was erased without a trace.

Life is still peaceful.

Barbatos never initiates something, he just guides.

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"what do you mean……?"

Hearing Lu Kong's words, Rosalia was a little shocked, she asked subconsciously, and clenched her fists.

If there is any disaster in Monde, it needs the sacrifice of a great god like Lu Kong to solve it, but her guardian in the night doesn't know it at all. This is a great dereliction of duty.

A great sense of guilt enveloped her.

Lu Kong said calmly: "Some small things are not sacrifices, but an attempt, about the attempt of the wind demon dragon Tewarin, and someone can tell the whole story, so you can rest assured."

"Wind God's pocket?"

Rosalia asked, with some distrust evident in her brows.

"It's Morax, the rock god next door."

Lu Kong explained.

That's fine.

Rosalia was obviously relieved after hearing this.

This person is wearing a remodeled nun's costume of the West Wind Church, receives the salary of a Fengshen believer, and submits tasks every day in the Church of the Fengshen belief. I didn't expect to be rebellious, and it was so obvious.

"It doesn't matter."

Rosalia explained eloquently: "Basbato is free. I think the rock god next door is more reliable than him, and the wind god probably won't be angry, otherwise he would not be free."

This is also a rule of thumb.

After Barbatos found out, he would probably give a very confident hey, and then say that he is indeed not as reliable as Morax, and you are right.

If it was really him, such a thing could indeed happen.

"You look good."

Lu Kong said calmly, turned around, put his hands on the keyboard of the typewriter, and the dull crackling sound immediately filled the empty interior.

From Lu Kong's point of view, the illusory manuscript paper is constantly spit out, with dense content on it, but from Rosalia's perspective, nothing happened, this person just said some profound words, turned around and started practicing type.

The hand speed was too fast, and Rosalia squinted her eyes trying to see what she was typing, but was always disturbed by flying fingers.

Can we just wait in silence?

Quiet, eerily quiet.

There is only the boring sound of typing in the space, but the world is quietly changing.

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[Twalin wants Barbatos to pay the price, but his consciousness is wandering between sobriety and chaos. The erosion caused by the abyss is not a complete depravity. It is more like a new life, the process of continuously acquiring forbidden knowledge. Twalin is very painful. He has two completely different ideas. One is to fulfill his responsibilities according to the will of the wind god, and the other is to abandon the treacherous wind god and destroy all the achievements he created. 】

[Both thoughts come from Tewarin himself, and his mind seems to be split. It's not just physical erosion, but the erosion of the abyss is all-round. 】

[However, positive thinking does not necessarily mean victory. The promise of Fengshen is too long, too long. The vicissitudes of life have changed, and even the trees are old. Looking back on the past, when Tewarin faces memories, it is like facing a tower of quicksand that is gradually collapsing . 】

[There is nothing that will not expire. 】

Lu Kong suddenly wanted to insert some of Wang Jiawei's lines, but in the end he restrained his hand and continued to write.

[This kind of battle is long and continuous. Occasionally, the east wind overwhelms the west wind, and sometimes the west wind overwhelms the east wind. At different moments, two different ideas dynamically gain the upper hand, which is very logical. 】

[At a certain moment, the Fengshen wings of the steam bird newspaper suddenly began to glow. 】

Lu Kong held the pair of small wings in his hand, tried to inject strength, and it really started to glow.

[This thing belongs to Barbatos, the god of wind, and it has a very strong breath of wind god. Then, a dramatic scene began. When the wings began to glow, Twarin's will to destroy Barbatos' creations prevailed. Since the transformation of consciousness is a dynamic process, and the law cannot be observed, this development is completely logical. 】

[In almost an instant, the location of the steambird newspaper was sensed by Twalin, which was faster than the broadcast. 】