Chapter 159 Reconciliation

Yicha forgot how he threatened Willy Shaw and asked him to hand over the new manuscript.

From Willy Shaw's perspective, everything must have happened very clearly and infuriatingly - he yelled about the importance of the contents of the manuscript to the development of cosmic civilization, threatened his own life, and begged the devil's minions in the most humble manner. Show mercy, cheat and cheat, try to get through, talk about the work you have done to create this great work, talk affectionately about the bond between them, and try to achieve the purpose of controlling the other person.

I don't know if one or more of them have any effect. He couldn't remember exactly what Willy Shaw said. It's all speculation. Anyway, Willy Xiao is an unscrupulous guy, and it's not surprising what he does. What's really happening is right in front of you:

Willi Xiao cried loudly and fell to the ground holding the burned ashes.

Yi Cha walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Hand it over."

"Hand over what?" Willy Xiao sobbed.

"This is not the manuscript. You hid the manuscript. Hand it over."

"This is it!!" Willy Xiao was furious and opened his claws. "This is it!!! You ruin everything!!! You devil!!!!"

"Then why isn't teleportation enabled?"

"How do I know!!!" Willy Xiao stared. "You know how long it takes me to—"

"I burned your manuscript." Yi Cha interrupted him irritably, pacing back and forth. "We did this last time. You don't know the principle, but last time you were able to activate the teleportation between the Vientiane Forest and the outside world. But this time it doesn't work. There must be some difference between the two times that you didn't control. You didn’t try hard.”

"Of course I didn't try hard!! Why should I try hard to destroy my-"

"This is all your fault." Yi Cha looked directly at him. "You cooperated last time, but you didn't cooperate this time, which resulted in this precious opportunity being wasted."

Willy Xiao yelled and rushed towards Yi Cha. Three seconds later he fell back to his original position with his face covered in blood. The brown beggar looked at them in confusion.

The mystic scholar sat on the ground breathing heavily.

"You are afraid of crisis. Admit it. Izaint Sinkardstu." He said with deep resentment. "You think Dosmas will replace you. Like an old and feeble emperor being replaced by a young and promising heir. And you don't want everything you control and are accustomed to slip away from your hands. After all, everyone is always around. You turn around, and the owner of the greatest power in the universe will look at you twice. When you think that such a thing will happen to Dosmas, and when you think that this book of mine will not be your biography. I will no longer Chasing you and flattering you, you can't stand it when you are no longer the center of attention. So you hate him and start to hate us. So you, so you-"

He gasped hard, making a cracking bellows sound that sounded like broken ribs. "I figured it out." He spat out a ball of blood. "You are clueless and insist on finding the brown beggar before Dosmas. Even though you are sick, you are still trying desperately to find out the mystery behind it that may not even exist. You want to be a hero. My great evil hero." He burst out into a fit of maniacal laughter. "Didn't you despise this kind of behavior before? But you have to admit that you are sick and can't keep up with the times. You have developed rotten thoughts that you never had before. This is old. You can be beaten to death Me, but you have to accept it one day-"

"Yes." Icha said.

"Yes?" Willy Xiao was stunned. He seemed to have suddenly forgotten what he was going to say, and raised his hands and waved them. "You admitted it?"

"Your book is still my biography. It's still about me." Yi Cha waved his hand, still impatient. "I saw it when you lit it. Your lie performance was wonderful. A wonderful lie that makes the person you deceive never regret it. But you didn't deceive me."

The expression on Willy Xiao's face changed rapidly.

"I...hey. Impossible!!" He covered his face and stood up. "I don't want you to see it, you can't see it!! I'm from here -"

He seemed to realize that he had missed something. But it was too late. Icha stared at him. "I knew it. The teleportation was on. You turned it off while I wasn't looking. You have more power here than you've been claiming. Now take the brown beggar and get out of here."

"Brother. Brother!!! Stop!!!" Willy Xiao suddenly jumped in front of him and shook one of his paws. The cuts on his face and broken collarbone healed instantly. "I am doing this to create a plot!!! You are sick and your brain is not clear. I don't think it will be that easy to find out. Just in time, I can use this opportunity to create a new image of struggling in adversity and being unyielding. 1 This new book needs a new look!! Dosmas came to me at this time again. This is not a coincidence! If the opportunity is not taken advantage of, it will turn into frustration. I just pretended to be with him - Hi!!!"

He hammered his fists together and patted Yucha's shoulder affectionately. "After a long and thrilling conversation, the great Master Willy Shaw and his close demon friend, the Duke of Chaint, resolved their misunderstanding and reconciled. How was it?"

"I'm not sick. Now get out of here."

"Just get out of here."

Willy Shaw pulled up the brown beggar. Thinking of something again. "You haven't told me how you came across my manuscript! I'm pretty sure my blockade was very effective—"

"You want to show me," Icha said. "Your manuscript is going to be burned. Don't you want me to take a last look at it?"

"Oh. Yes. Yes. In desperation, I had the slightest idea -" Willy Xiao suddenly realized and grinned. "You know me better than I do! Don't you say you are my closest friend! Or enemy. But obviously I am not your enemy, so I am a friend, so I -"

Willy Xiao's nagging voice gradually became quieter. He took the brown beggar and left.

Only then did construction begin.

In Willy Shaw's new book, this paragraph will most likely be described as his glorious resistance struggle against the disease - he knew he was sick, but stayed alone in the Vientiane Forest to deal with the problem in order not to affect everyone at Wei Xing Qi Mian . Whatever, he's really not sick. This is not self-deception. Of course he could feel the difference. But it's just because he is really tired and annoyed.

As long as he can finish these bad things and return to where he belongs, nothing will happen.

He tied eighteen dark arcs together to form a huge three-dimensional structure. Everything wasn't very bright (again, he didn't have what's called kinesis), and it took him a long time.

Then he lit it with demonic heartfire.