About the brave man who became a thousand-year-old potato and ended up destroying the world

"Sure enough," Liu Ji turned to look at Ya Yin, "I think if we follow the logic, he is not hiding somewhere in this village at all. The village itself is his disguise."

Ya Yin looked at Liu Ji, was silent for a moment, and asked, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Liu Ji said helplessly, "It depends on you."

"Well, yes," Yayin nodded, "Then let me study it..."

With that said, Yayin turned her head and continued to play with the strange little magic circle.

Liu Ji looked at Ya Yin, was silent for a moment, and suddenly grabbed Ya Yin's hand.

"Huh? What for?" Yayin looked at Liu Ji in surprise.

Liu Ji frowned slightly and immediately handed the chopsticks in her hand.

"It's nothing, I suddenly want you to feed me something to eat," Liu Ji said with a smile, "Hey, can you pick up a piece of beef and feed it to me?"

"Haha, what happened to you so suddenly? Okay," Yayin smiled bitterly and shook her head, then picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and made an "ah" sound while handing it to Liu Ji.

But when Liu Ji looked at her hand holding the chopsticks, his eyes gradually turned cold.

The way he holds the chopsticks is exactly the same as his...

"When?" Liu Ji said coldly.

"Huh?" Yayin blinked, "What? When?"

"Stop pretending, Mr. Director," Liu Ji said coldly, "Yayin's posture when holding chopsticks is not standard. The chopsticks she holds are crossed, and the posture you hold the chopsticks is clearly what you just learned from me. …”

"Ah? This, I just learned this recently, why are you so neurotic..." "Ya Yin" frowned and muttered.

"There is bright moonlight in front of the bed," Liu Ji suddenly said.

"What? Moonlight?" "Ya Yin" frowned, "What on earth are you talking about..."

"boom!"

Exploding dragon flames rose into the sky, and in an instant, the entire inn was turned into ashes directly under the dragon flames.

Liu Ji stood in the ruins, gritting his teeth as he watched the turbulent flow of magic power slowly collapsing in front of his eyes.

"Damn it, when did it happen," he whispered, with a gloomy face, slowly raised his head, and cast his gaze to the nearby village.

Dark scales slowly appeared on Liu Ji's body, and black-gray dragon flames slowly escaped from his body, swaying in the wind.

Then, he opened his legs and walked towards the center of the village step by step.

Behind him, the green mountains, green trees, huts and stone roads were all swallowed up by the dragon's flames, melted, burned, and then turned into flying ash all over the sky and lava on the ground.

274. Two in one, then I can only ask you to die.

"Clap."

The black chess piece was gently pushed down, and Yain raised her eyes to look at the old man in front of her.

The old man was nearly three meters tall, wearing a simple black robe. His face could not be seen clearly. He was holding a long black staff in his hand. At the front end of the staff, there was a rhombus-shaped lens reflecting the light of his complexion on the end of the staff. Rotating slowly.

The old man's fingers gently pressed on a chess piece, and a blue stream slowly flowed in the translucent gray palm.

"Director, what's wrong with you?" Yayin asked softly.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect him to make a fuss so quickly," the old man said, throwing the pushed chess piece aside, and then moved the other chess piece forward two steps.

"You can't keep him trapped for long," Yayin said softly, "Are we still wasting time on this chess game?"

"A waste of time? No, this is a rare pleasure." The old man shook his head slowly, "I have been waiting for this game of chess for thousands of years, so just play with me, an old guy, to the end. Besides, it's useless. Too much time..."

Yayin looked at him, bit her lip lightly, lowered her head, and turned her attention to the chessboard. After thinking for a long time, Yayin picked up a white chess piece, pushed it forward, and moved the other black chess piece. The chess pieces were gently pushed down.

Looking at this move, the old man had a smile on his face.

"Haha, sure enough, sure enough, the routine I have imagined for thousands of years is indeed unsolvable," the old man smiled and moved a chess piece placed in the corner to the center of the entire chessboard.

Looking at this move, Yayin was stunned for a moment.

She stretched out her hand towards a white chess piece, but paused, took her hand back, and then stretched out her hand towards another chess piece.

But after touching the chess piece, gently rubbing the tip of the chess piece and thinking for a while, she took her hand back again.

Then, there was silence for nearly 10 minutes.

During this period, Yayin wanted to reach out to the chessboard countless times, but in the end she took her hand back.

After a long time, Yayin breathed out softly and said, "Okay, I think you have won."

"Haha, can you tell, the little girl is also good at chess," the old man said with a smile, "I have spent thousands of years researching this routine. At this point, no matter how you proceed, you have no chance of winning."

"Indeed, this layout is exquisite," Yayin nodded, "But...since you have been studying chess games for thousands of years, why don't you find someone to play against you."

"Haha, I do think so, but who would be willing to play chess in this deep mountain and old forest with an old guy who can make people feel more stressed?" The old man chuckled, "Would you be willing to let you do it... …”

"No," Yain said calmly.

"That's right," the old man smiled.

Yayin was silent for a while and asked: "Then...well, if you want, I can play two more games with you."

"No need, I'm very satisfied with the trick I've been planning for thousands of years," the old man smiled, "And, your...well, I don't know what to say, in short, the one who is in my The commotion in the fantasy world is really big, so I think we should get to the point."

"If you need to, you can meet him frankly," Yayin said softly, "As long as I'm here, he won't mess around."

"Ha, really, you look very confident..." the old man said with a chuckle.

"Yeah," Yayin nodded, "I've always been confident."

"Okay!" The old man patted his knee gently, "That's how it should be! But..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, and his huge tall and thin body made the cloth rustle.

In the dark hood, Yayin saw a pair of blue eyes.

Subconsciously, her forehead twitched, and countless pairs of eyes deep in her memory flashed through her mind.

Those were the eyes of half of the clansmen who hated her and were hated by her...

"You are the last descendant of our clan, right?" the old man asked softly.

"As far as I know, half-demon spirits are not worthy of being called the same clan within the demon spirit clan?" Ya Yin asked rhetorically.

"Haha, is that right? I have been away from the tribe for too long. To be honest, I can't remember this kind of thing." The old man slowly sat up straighter. "But now, there is no one who can talk about prejudice, no." ?"

"I don't care, I don't have any special feelings for this bloodline," Yayin said softly.

"But the power of blood is indeed in your body," the old man said. "Although it is not complete, you should be able to see the color of his soul, right..."

"So?" Yayin asked softly.

"He is not the same person as us, child," the old man said softly, "They are destined to stand on the opposite side of the entire world..."

"You have known this for a long time?" Yayin frowned slightly.

"We need someone to save the world," the old man said.

"Can't it be ourselves?" Yayin asked.

"A plan that requires a huge price to pay, may not succeed, and may be directly destroyed if it fails, and a plan that can solve the problem [-]% without paying much cost as long as it is implemented," the old man said softly, "Do you think people will choose which one?"

"Don't take it out," Yayin said indifferently, "This is the decision of the Mysterious Sanctuary."

"No, this is everyone's decision," the old man shook his head, "What you see is just a tradition that has been represented by the Mysterious Sanctuary after the changes of time. In history, as long as the people know that the disaster is coming, And if they know the spell to summon a hero, then they will definitely ask for a hero to be summoned to save everything..."

Yayin frowned slightly and fell into silence.

"There is no doubt that although the relationship between the braves and the Mystic Sanctuary is not good, they have never regarded us as their mortal enemies," the old man said softly. "They all know very well that it was not us who summoned them, but this The people of this world, and the spell that summons heroes.”

"Where did that technique come from?" Ya Yin asked.

"Of course it was the first generation director who started it," the old man replied.

"I don't believe it," Yayin said. "The composition of this technique is not normal at all."

"Then where do you think it comes from?" the old man asked with a smile.

"I don't know," Yayin raised her eyes, "Maybe... from God?"

The old man looked at Yayin and was silent for a long time. Finally, he smiled slightly and asked, "My child, why did you come to me?"

"I'll lend you your staff," Yain said calmly.

"Do you know how old I am this year?" the old man asked.

"I don't know," Yayin shook her head and said, "What I knew about you in the past was just a few words from Master..."

"Haha, really," the old man smiled and raised his head, "I am already over [-] years old this year. Except for immortals like the brave, I am afraid there are not many people in this world who can live longer than me. Already..."

"Then," Yayin glanced at the old man's staff, "You..."

"It's unbelievable. According to normal circumstances, my soul should have decayed and ceased to exist long ago," the old man said with a smile, "But I am still alive. What do you think I rely on?"

"Endless magic power..." Yayin looked away from the front of the staff, her face a little ugly, "Are you relying on that thing to survive?"

"Descendant, don't make such an expression," the old man said with a smile, "I don't cherish my life as much as you think. I have lived enough, haha, or in other words, this endless life alone, and death have long been There is no difference. It’s just that if you are alive, you will occasionally wake up and look at the lonely world. If you die, you will never wake up..."

Yayin looked at the old man, still silent.

after all……

No matter how she said it, it was impossible for her to really say "please die for us" to this old man.

"But, Descendants, do you know why I have to stay here all the time?" the old man asked.

"Why?" Yayin asked.

The old man didn't speak, but stretched out his huge and transparent palm and stopped in front of Yayin.

Yayin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her right hand and lightly touched the old man's fingertips.

The next moment, hundreds of layers of circular bookshelves unfolded beside the two of them. Each layer was hundreds of lines high. Endless books filled every corner of the bookshelves. Outside of these bookshelves, there was an extremely sophisticated The arcane creation floats in the void like an ocean, as if time has been suspended, sinking quietly into the quiet time.

"This..." Yayin opened her mouth wide and looked around in shock.

"As you can see, this is what the director of the Mystical Sanctuary shoulders," the old man said softly, "My existence is the Mystic Sanctuary itself..."

As he spoke, he gently withdrew his hand, and with a snapping sound, the surrounding scene instantly shattered, returning to the countryside and village with green mountains and green waters.

"So, you want to say that if you die..." Yayin frowned.

"I need the next successor. Someone must take over this inheritance and history," the old man said. "I have already thought of a candidate. One, the soul is still young, the level is high enough, and he is not contaminated by those mediocre temperaments. people……"

After saying that, he raised his head, looked at Yayin, and said with a wry smile: "Unfortunately... he died a few years ago."

Yayin looked at the old man, was silent for a long time, and then said, "Even if you say that on purpose, I won't have any reaction you expect."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm telling the truth," the old man shook his head, "Your teacher is the best candidate, but he is not mature enough yet, so I have been waiting, but, I think, maybe I have waited too long... …”

"Then you just watch him die!?" Yayin stood up and yelled angrily, "If you hadn't given him the spell to summon the brave as a bait to retreat! He would have been killed by that bitch in the Third Rider Target!?”

The old man looked at Yayin and was silent for a long time. Finally he closed his eyes and said slowly: "That's why I say that they are a group of mediocre people..."

"Want to take it out again?" Yayin raised an eyebrow.

"Haha, I don't need to explain more," the old man raised his head, "Anyway, when everything is settled, I don't need to explain to you anymore. Your goal is this lens, and it is also my life. So, Things are very simple..."

"What do you mean?" Yayin frowned.

"The situation in this world is very bad, as you know," the old man looked at Yayin and said, "What do you think will happen if, at this time, those mediocre people start a riot for the sake of their reputation?"

"Will they be so indifferent?" Yayin frowned.

"Well, let me think about it," the old man said, and he clicked casually. Three thick books appeared out of thin air and were spread out in front of Yain. "The brave Lim, the brave Kisestan, and the brave Kabul correspond to each other respectively. Calamity Egg, Searing Creep and Undertow Calamity, these three disasters are all arcane disasters caused by some of the great mystics of the Arcane Sanctuary. You guessed, they will give priority to their status in the Sanctuary. Suppress the news, or nip the disaster in the bud?”

Yayin glanced at the description in the book and sighed.

In fact, she knew it without looking. She didn't know the other people, but she still knew Lim. It was obvious what Lim's outcome would be, and she knew what happened in the first place without even thinking about it.

"So, you want to say that we can only leave?" Yayin looked at the old man, "But, with all due respect, there are reasons why we can't look back."

"Child, as I said before, I don't care about death. I even look forward to it. As long as you promise me one thing, this staff and my life are yours now," the old man said, directly The staff was inserted between the two of them, "Stand on the opposite side of the brave and fight for this world."

Yayin looked at him, was silent for a long time, and said, "Do you believe that I promised verbally?"

"I don't believe it," said the old man, "but you should try to make me believe it."

"Cheating a pure-blooded demon spirit?" Yayin shook her head, "Forget it, I refuse."

"You want to follow him? Why? Just because of the affair between your children?" The old man looked at Yayin, "With all due respect, the years that love lasts are not worth a moment compared to our lives and the whole world." carry."