About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"Ha, maybe so," Deidre leaned on the sofa, "Let's stop chatting and let's talk. How did Xiaoguo know you?"

"Because I am Yayin's student, we naturally know each other," Liu Ji spread his hands, "You all know my name. I guess Snow Nuo has told you a lot."

"Yes, but are you really Yayin's student?" Deidel said with a subtle expression, "Is that girl really good enough to be your teacher?"

"Why it's not enough," Liu Ji tilted his head, "You don't think I'm good at arcane arts, do you?"

"No, I just think..." Deidel said, looking Liu Ji up and down, then touched his chin and sighed, "Okay, it doesn't matter. How is she doing recently?"

"It's pretty good," Liu Ji said, "She followed Magina to understand the spell literature, and she said she studied it for ten years. Oh, by the way, Magina also said you know how to teach Gouba."

"Then I really thank you for telling me this," Deidre twitched the corner of his mouth, "But what happened in ten years? Magina has already begun to speed up her own world?"

"Yeah," Liu Ji shrugged, "but I stopped recently."

"Has it stopped recently? Phew, that's good," Deidre breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head, "She's burning her life by starting to accelerate so early..."

"Maybe you really feel that time is tight," Liu Ji sighed, "So... Judging from this, it seems that it is not the Secret Sanctuary that kidnapped you, but that you stayed here voluntarily, right?"

"Well, that's right," Deidre nodded, "After all, they need my results, and in fact, only they can use my research results."

"For what?" Liu Ji asked.

"Buy for time," Deidre said.

"Just stalling for time?" Liu Ji asked doubtfully, "Just rely on you guys to be ready to fight the tyrant? How long can that delay?"

"Of course the fight won't last long," Deidre said, "but what if we can control a few of their kings? What if we also make preparations behind them? Do you think that after this battle is over? "How many years can we delay their progress?"

"So, what are the chances of winning?" Liu Ji asked

"Who knows," Deidre shrugged, "but we have no choice..."

"Ha..." Liu Ji clasped his hands together and pressed his fingers repeatedly, "Well, let me think about it, let's ask, have the so-called radicals in the Sanctuary been able to win so far? The tyrant’s possible plan?”

"Who knows," Deidre leaned back in his chair. "I don't know what those radicals are thinking in their minds. In my opinion, they are just a group of idiots who refuse to recognize reality."

"So, you are an Ark sect?" Liu Ji asked.

"Ark?" Deidel asked doubtfully.

"Well, a story," Liu Ji said, "In short, it refers to Magina's group. I don't know what they are called."

"Well, there are so many names, but unfortunately none of them are good words," Deidel shrugged. "In their own words, let's call themselves pragmatists, but, uh, you probably think that there are radicals in the Secret Sanctuary. I think there are two factions: the pragmatic faction and the pragmatic faction. But in fact, this can only be regarded as the roughest summary. This group of arrogant old French sticks has never been able to form a decent group. They are all temporary small groups and loners. It can be said that they are a piece of loose sand. It’s not an exaggeration.”

"This is quite consistent with my impression of them," Liu Ji nodded.

Just as he was talking, the curtain on the side opened, and the waiter brought two dinner plates to the two of them, one was Deidel's, which included steaks, prawns, some exquisite-looking side dishes and a glass of red wine.

The other one belongs to Liu Ji.

A bowl full of minced beef, not a single noodle.

"Oh, it's really good, hey," Liu Ji picked up the spoon, took a big spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Can this really taste good?" Deidle's mouth kept twitching.

"Excuse me, salty," Liu Ji said, and told the waiter who was about to leave, "Give me another egg fried rice, put less salt in it, thank you."

Deidel rolled his eyes at that time and said with a wry smile: "Can you please stop trying to do this and be nice?"

"I just wanted to try it, but it turned out to be beef as an ingredient. It's a bit destructively salty if you eat it in vain, but you can't waste it," Liu Ji said, "Where did we talk... uh, by the way , then which faction do you belong to?"

"Me? Strictly speaking, I am a foreign aid," Deidre said. "I will provide them with technical support tools. When the time comes, I will be the first to run away."

"Uh... let me ask another question," Liu Ji said, "Which sect does Snow belong to?"

Deidel's hand that just picked up the tableware paused, pursed his lips, and said, "I guess he is one of the most steadfast pragmatists..."

"Really," Liu Ji let out a long breath, "That's such a pity. They are obviously pragmatists, so why did they break up..."

"Haha, they didn't break up, there are just some things that they need to break up with," Deidel shook his head, then suddenly paused and scratched his chin, "Um... No, shouldn't I tell you? This one?"

"Haha, then I just pretend I didn't hear it," Liu Ji said with a smile, "Then, let's talk about something else. For example, why does Snow stay here?"

"Because they need him, that's all, just like they need me," Deidre shrugged, "You should understand that when the finger is pointed at the tyrant, no matter who the partner is, we have no reason to refuse. "

Liu Ji looked at him, and Turin's uncomfortable smile could not help but appear in his mind. He was silent for a while and said, "You are right, I understand it very well."

"In short, this matter has nothing to do with you. Of course, I don't think you will be happy to get involved," Deidre spread his hands, "Well, I think we should talk about something else?"

"For example, how should I explain to Guoguo later?" Liu Ji asked.

"Hey, just say I'm fine and tell her not to worry," Deidre waved his hand, "After all, she's just a fledgling girl, when will it be her turn to worry about me."

"Yes," Liu Ji nodded, took the fried rice brought by the waiter, poured a spoonful of beef into the rice, then put it into his mouth, chewed it, and nodded, "Well, it tastes better now. ”

"Okay, you've asked me a lot of questions, and now it's my turn to ask you," Deidel said, sitting up straighter, leaning a little closer to Liu Ji, and lowering his voice and asking, " Xiaoguo, has she found a boyfriend? "

Liu Ji stopped chewing the rice, looked up at Deidel, blinked in confusion, and asked, "Nice please introduce me?"

"Can you swallow it before you speak?" Deidel's brows twitched.

"Oh," Liu Ji said, swallowed the rice, and said, "No, you just want to ask this? Is this important?"

"Isn't that important?" Deidre spread his hands, "I need to know that the cabbage I raised has been targeted by some pig, right?"

"Huh? Well, I think there are probably no pigs targeting her yet," Liu Ji said, "After all, she has been raising children there for the past ten years..."

"Ah? No, why do you have a child?" Deidel was immediately stunned.

"It's not that child, I mean she saved a group of children," Liu Ji said. "Speaking of which, those children were the first group of residents in the small world over there."

"Well, uh, that's quite boring." Deidel seemed to lose interest. "This kid really doesn't look like my student at all."

"Uh, um," Liu Ji bit his spoon. He really didn't know how to answer the question. He took the menu and looked at it, intending to carefully order a few dishes.

After eating more than half of the bowl of egg-fried rice, he realized that his feeling of being so hungry that he could eat a cow was probably not an illusion. After eating more than half of the bowl of egg-fried rice, he didn't feel the slightest bit of pain, so it was definitely not enough.

Seeing that Liu Ji didn't reply, Deidel lowered his head and took a few mouthfuls of food.

And just when the two of them were looking at each other in silence, suddenly, they both turned their heads sharply at the same time and looked at the sky outside the window.

There, they saw a dozen figures suspended in the air.

One has a scarlet cloak.

Three have special cloaks with gold edges.

The rest are all dark blood-stained cloaks.

This kind of attire was all too familiar to them.

The tyrant's people are actually here now.

253. Two-in-one What to do? Run! Otherwise, fight?

"It's already here..." Deidel stared at the sky outside the window, his face as sinking as water.

"It wouldn't be surprising for this group of people to suddenly appear anytime," Liu Ji continued.

"I thought it would be a little later. It seems that the few baits we laid out before didn't stop them for long," Deidre sighed.

"So...what are you going to do now?" Liu Ji asked.

"No need to ask," Deidre put down the knife and fork in his hand, "It's time to run."

"Ah?" Liu Ji was stunned, "Run? Eh?"

"Yeah, why don't you run away and wait for death?" Deidel stood up, tugged on his collar, waved his hand and said, "Then, I'll take a step first and say goodbye."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already become illusory, and by the time Liu Ji reacted, he had already disappeared.

He ran away without hesitation, leaving Liu Ji stunned for a moment.

At the same time, Liu Ji also felt that something in this city was slowly starting up.

A torrent of magic power surged underground, and the frequency of the flowing lights began to accelerate.

Liu Ji knew that everything was about to begin...

So, he pulled all the dishes that Deidel hadn't eaten in front of him.

"It's so exquisitely made, it would be a pity if it was wasted..."

Liu Ji murmured, picked up the fork, inserted a piece of steak, and slowly put it into his mouth.

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Above the city, the tyrant hangs high in the sky, looking down indifferently at the city below.

"King, a mouse has started running out of the city," Tulin said, "direction eight o'clock."

"I'll intercept him," said the second knight with two bloodstains on his cloak.

"Go ahead," said the tyrant.

The latter accepted the order and disappeared from the spot instantly.

"King, there is one more thing," Turin said softly, turning the crystal cube in his hand. "As usual, from the beginning, many territories behind us have been hit by powerful bombings."

"Let them blow up," the tyrant said coldly, "This time, our target is only them."

After the words fell, Wang Qi Wang and all the generals looked at the tyrant with a slightly surprised expression.

Everyone here knows very well how much the tyrant cares about his people. In the past thousand years, they have never heard him give such an order.

"King, I can go with the twelve riders to find them," the second general said.

"No need," the tyrant said, drawing his sword, "I thought that I hadn't seen these rats for hundreds of years and they had been silent, but I didn't expect that they would build such a rat nest here, killing several of my riders and destroying several of my cities. Today, it's time for me to send them off."

"Generals and riders, listen to my order! I will be the only one to attack from the front! The rats are out of the cage! Don't let any of them run away!"

After speaking, the figures of the kings and riders disappeared in an instant, and the tyrant himself slashed with his sword, and the golden red flames turned into a raging flame blade thousands of feet high, falling from the air towards the center of the city.

The citizens who didn't know the truth raised their heads, and the bright fire reflected on their faces, as if calling them to the holy light of heaven, counting down the last moments of their lives.

But, in the next second, the lights of the whole city burst into brilliant light at the same time, and under the bright lights, the city buildings that should have been illuminated as bright as day suddenly seemed to lose their colors and reflections and became pitch black.

Looking down from the sky, the whole city was as bright as the starry sky, and as dark as the void.

Then, huge golden pupils opened from all over the city, looking at the golden flames falling from the sky at the same time.

In an instant, everything in the world seemed to stop moving, and the elegant fireworks were like frozen particle effects, gorgeous and strange.

Then, the next moment, the starry sky swallowed everything.

The golden flame was like a meteor in the vast sea of ​​stars, floating away, insignificant.

The tyrant raised his head and felt that the galaxy passed through his head, the nebula lingered around him, and the air around him had disappeared. Even if he spoke, he could not make a sound.

The blood-red cloak fluttered, continuously emitting dazzling red light, but it had no effect at all.

Looking down, the countless golden pupils that seemed to be the will of the galaxy were staring at him, indifferently, as if they were not looking at him at all, but just a piece of soil, a blade of grass, a grain of dust...

"Heh..."

The tyrant sneered, no sound waves came out, but the sound went straight to the depths of the soul.

"A mere false god..."

He raised his sword, and golden flames emerged from the tip of the sword, spiraling around, and then gradually spreading, pointing directly to the sky. The golden vortex formed by the flames was like the eye of a typhoon, spreading around.

Golden red flames bloomed from his body, and strands of golden silk threads extended from behind him, weaving into a pair of dazzling wings of light.

"A mere false god! How dare you claim to be the sky!?"

The sword slashed, and a line of red flames cut through the starry sky, as if the sky and the earth were clearly separated, and the sky was instantly divided into two colors. The bursting flames actually tore a hole in the starry sky, and behind the starry sky, another sky was revealed.

But, in just a moment, the torn starry sky closed again.

Then, endless stars fell down, and the starlight turned into countless sharp blades, shooting wildly at the tyrant.

But the tyrant was not panicked at all, the long sword rotated, and he slashed countless times with his backhand. The light and shadow left by the residual flame on the tip of the sword actually formed an airtight sphere.

The next moment, the sword light burst out, like a star exploding, and the continuous sword light spread to the surroundings at a high speed like a wave of energy, shattering the falling starlight like a rotten wood.

The tyrant's sword turned over, and endless energy gathered in his body again. He turned around and raised his sword, and pointed it straight at the sky.

But before the sword was slashed, the tyrant suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked behind him.

There, an invisible black mass was slowly emerging.

In an instant that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, the light wings behind him burst out with the brilliance of the sun, and in just a moment, they took his body thousands of miles away.