NOVEL NEXT Chapter 257
"Sure enough," Liu Ji turned to look at Ya Yin, "I think, if we follow the logic, he is not hiding anywhere in this village. This 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."
"Yeah, yes," Ya Yin nodded, "Then I'll study it..."
As she said, Ya Yin turned her head and continued to fiddle 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?" Ya Yin looked at Liu Ji in surprise.
Liu Ji frowned slightly, and then handed the chopsticks in his hand to her.
"Nothing, I suddenly want you to feed me something," Liu Ji said with a smile, "Hey, pick up a piece of beef and feed it to me, okay?"
"Haha, what's wrong with you so suddenly, okay," Yayin shook her head with a wry smile, and then picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, and handed it to Liu Ji while making an "ah" sound.
But Liu Ji looked at her hand holding the chopsticks, and his eyes gradually became cold.
The posture of holding chopsticks was exactly the same as his...
"When?" Liu Ji said coldly.
"Huh?" Yayin blinked, "What? When?"
"Don't pretend, Mr. Director," Liu Ji said coldly, "Yayin's chopstick holding posture is not standard, she will cross the chopsticks, and the posture of holding chopsticks is clearly learned from me just now..."
"Ah? This, this is just what I learned recently, why are you so neurotic..." "Yayin" frowned and muttered.
"The moon is bright in front of the bed," Liu Ji suddenly said.
"What? Moonlight?" "Ya Yin" frowned, "What on earth are you talking about..."
"Boom!"
The exploding dragon flames soared into the sky, and in an instant, the entire post station was directly turned into ashes under the dragon flames.
Liu Ji stood in the ruins, looking at the magic turbulence that was slowly breaking in front of him, clenching his teeth.
"Damn, when did I get into trouble?" He whispered, his face gloomy, slowly raised his head, and cast his eyes on the village on the side.
The dark scales slowly emerged on Liu Ji's body, and the black and gray dragon flames slowly dissipated from him, swaying in the wind.
Then, he took a step and walked towards the center of the village step by step.
Behind him, the green mountains and trees, the thatched houses and stone roads were all swallowed up by the dragon flames, melted, burned, and then turned into flying ashes and molten magma on the ground.
274. Two-in-one Then, you can only die
"Pah."
The black chess piece was gently pushed down, and Ya Yin looked up at the old man in front of him.
The old man was nearly three meters tall, wearing a black robe with an ancient atmosphere. His face could not be seen clearly. He held a black long staff in his hand. At the front end of the long staff, a diamond-shaped lens reflecting the glow of the complexion was slowly rotating at the end of the staff.
The old man's fingers gently pressed on a chess piece, and a blue slow stream slowly flowed in the translucent gray palm.
"Director, what's wrong with you?" Ya Yin asked softly.
"Nothing, I just didn't expect him to make a fuss so soon," the old man said, throwing the pushed chess piece aside, and then moving another chess piece forward two steps.
"You can't trap him for long," Yayin said softly, "Do we still have to waste time on this chess game?"
"Waste time? No, this is a rare pleasure," the old man shook his head slowly, "I have been waiting for this game for thousands of years. You should accompany me, an old guy, to the end. Besides, it won't take too much time..."
Yayin looked at him, bit her lips lightly, lowered her head, and focused her attention on the chessboard. After thinking for a long time, Yayin picked up a white chess piece, pushed it forward, and gently pushed down another black chess piece.
Looking at this chess move, a smile appeared on the old man's 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 chess move, Yayin was stunned for a moment.
She reached out to a white chess piece, but paused, retracted her hand, and then reached out to another chess piece.
But after touching the chess piece and gently rubbing the tip of the chess piece and thinking for a long time, she took her hand back again.
Then, there was nearly ten minutes of silence.
During this period, Yayin wanted to reach out to the chessboard countless times, but in the end she took her hand back again.
After a long time, Yayin let out a sigh and said, "Well, I think you have won."
"Haha, can you see that, the little girl is also good at chess," the old man said with a smile, "I have spent thousands of years to study this routine. At this point, no matter how you go next, you have no chance of winning."
"Indeed, this layout is exquisite," Yayin nodded, "but... since you have been studying chess for thousands of years, why don't you find someone to play chess with you."
"Haha, I do think so, but who would be willing to play chess in this deep mountain forest with an old thing that makes people feel stressed," the old man chuckled, "If you come, would you be willing..."
"No," Yayin said frankly.
"That's right," the old man smiled.
Ya Yin was silent for a while, then asked, "Well...uh, 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 how to say it, in short, the one who is in my The commotion in the fantasy world is really big, 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 100% 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 the world, and the spell that summons heroes.”
"Where did that technique come from?" Ya Yin asked.
"Of course it was started by the first generation director," 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, "My knowledge of you in the past was only based on Master's words..."
"Haha, is that right?" the old man smiled and raised his head, "I am already over 2,400 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, but 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, Descendant, do you know why I have to stay here all the time?" the old man asked.
"Why?" Yayin asked.
The old man did not speak, but stretched out his huge and transparent palm and stopped in front of Yayin.
Yayin looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and 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 Mystic Sanctuary is responsible for," the old man said softly, "My existence is the Mystic Sanctuary itself..."
As he spoke, he gently retracted his hand, and with a snapping sound, the surrounding scene instantly shattered, returning to the rural mountain 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, whose soul is still young, whose level is high enough, and who is not contaminated by those mediocre temperaments. people……"
After 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 for retreat! He would have been killed by that bitch on 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. The Egg of Calamity, 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 would 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 beginning 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."
"My 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."