Wang Ye is not a fool!
It can even be said that he is smarter than most people.
It's just that in the comparison between Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Hai, he seems a little dull.
He didn't think about many things in detail, but now he got some clues and recalled...he was not sure about anything else. At least Zhang Ziliang had a death wish!
Or he is preparing to break up with Tianzhu.
Either...it's to strike out with that sword.
...
Wang Ye stood alone on the wasteland and was silent for a long time.
An unprecedented feeling of loneliness swept through me.
During this period, he set his sights in the direction of the capital more than ten times. If nothing else happened, Zhang Ziliang would be there at this time.
past...
Don't go there...
Wang Ye was constantly struggling in his heart.
Maybe if you go by yourself, you can save his life?
...
After a long time, a long time...
During these three eternal nights, Wang Ye felt a little cold in his body.
With his physique, he actually felt cold.
It's the kind that radiates from the inside out.
"Depend on!"
"You still owe me some fireworks!"
Wang Ye finally cursed in the air, turned around and left.
It's just the opposite direction to Shangjing City.
Even with his current strength, he might not be able to stop the heavenly army for even a minute.
Not to mention Lingshan.
With Zhang Ziliang's wisdom, he could not fail to calculate the balance of strength. If he stayed, he could only leave one more corpse beside Zhang Ziliang.
It is easy to die calmly, but in this environment, going in the opposite direction may lead to deeper despair.
Those who survive will always suffer more than those who die.
In this dead darkness, Wang Ye, who was still a young man, gradually disappeared into the wasteland.
From the initial embarrassment to gradually becoming stronger.
just like...
His experience has been the same every step of the way over the past few months.
As long as the fire in our hearts is not extinguished, the human race will still exist.
perhaps...
This is the so-called...inheritance of fire in that ancient proverb.
…
Go to the capital.
Zhang Ziliang suddenly opened his eyes and looked around: "It's so dark. Am I blind?"
"It's three eternal nights..."
"Of course, if you were blind, I would be happy."
Zhao Hai's calm voice sounded behind Zhang Ziliang.
Zhang Ziliang sighed helplessly: "You really don't have a sense of humor. It's rare for me to make a joke."
"Oh, that's so rare."
Zhao Hai's expression remained unchanged, then he took out a candle from his arms, lit it, and placed it on the ground.
I don’t know why, but this candle, which is only half full, shines so dazzlingly, brightly, and with a touch of warmth in the darkness.
"The light...is so beautiful."
"Especially in this dark night."
Zhang Ziliang looked at the candle with his cloudy eyes and sighed with emotion: "However, this kind of good thing is too wasteful. It should be sold on the black market! Can't you just use a flashlight?"
He said with a bit of hatred, and seemed to be particularly sad about Zhao Hai's prodigality.
For some reason, Zhao Hai felt a little happy when he saw Zhang Ziliang's expression: "I'm going to die. I can use my things however I want."
With that said, Zhao Hai took out another one, lit it, and placed it on the other side.
brighter.
In this dark world, such a dazzling light is particularly eye-catching.
Zhang Ziliang sighed helplessly and resisted himself from looking at the candle.
At this time...
The cell phone in his arms rang.
Zhang Ziliang took out his cell phone with difficulty.
It's a text message.
Wang Ye’s text message.
'Heaven's recovery personnel: one of the six emperors, the Immortal Emperor. Sixteen star kings and eight heavenly kings. '
'Also, you still owe me some fireworks. '
The text message was concise, without any unnecessary elaboration except for the last sentence.
"Fireworks?"
At this time, Zhang Ziliang's hair was like withered grass, without any luster. It was full of white hair, and the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles at some point. At this moment, he really looked like an old man.
"It's a pity that I have to break my promise."
Zhang Ziliang smiled freely and did not reply, but put the phone away.
Zhao Hai, who was behind him, obviously saw the content of the text message and frowned deeply: "Emperor Immortal? Why did he wake up early?"
"According to the information I know, the only ones leading the team this time are that silly bitch and the eight Star Lords!"
Zhang Ziliang interrupted at the right time: "I have already said that you are just a tool in heaven."
"Then what kind of strength is the Immortal Emperor?"
Zhao Hai fell silent, and after a long time he said cautiously: "He is very strong, and has a somewhat arrogant personality. He once angered the Buddha and was slapped, but he did not die..."
"It doesn't sound very good either."
Zhang Ziliang curled his lips.
Zhao Hai shook his head with a serious expression: "If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you will never know how terrifying Buddha is. If that palm hits those Buddhas in Lingshan, they will definitely kill them instantly..."
"oh."
Zhang Ziliang just nodded lightly.
But Zhao Hai still frowned deeply: "I admit that trust in Heaven is not high, but this kind of information will not cause problems! There is absolutely no Immortal Emperor in the plan made before falling asleep."
"I know."
"I tried my best to send the news in."
Zhang Ziliang was not surprised at all. He was like a dying old man, sitting feebly on the rocking chair and said lightly: "We are all going to die. It would be a waste to chop down a few of the minions."
Hearing Zhang Ziliang's words, Zhao Hai was really surprised this time, with a bit of disbelief: "Are you crazy?"
"I'm very sensible." Zhang Ziliang said.
...
Zhao Hai shook his head: "You may really have some misunderstandings about strength. I don't know how strong your sword is, but the Immortal Emperor was definitely one of the most terrifying people in our era."
"You may have lost it."
Zhang Ziliang just looked at the darkness in the distance. He didn't know whether he was talking to Zhao Hai or to himself. His voice was very low: "If you don't try...how will you know..."
"Forget it, just be happy."
"What do you have to worry about as a dead person?"
"But I don't understand, how did you contact the sealed heaven?"
This made Zhao Hai very puzzled. Even with his wisdom, he couldn't figure it out.
Zhang Ziliang looked at Zhao Hai and suddenly laughed: "Guess!"
"I can't guess, I'll choke you to death!"
"Hahaha!"
Along with the laughter, Zhang Ziliang coughed violently again, and his body kept shaking, as if he was suffering from some huge pain.
Blood continued to flow from the corners of his mouth.
But Zhang Ziliang seemed to turn a blind eye to this and still kept smiling.
Zhao Hai just looked at Zhang Ziliang in the wheelchair like a madman in silence, sighed, controlled his energy, carefully separated out a tiny strand, and transported it into Zhang Ziliang's body.
