The second question is, why doesn’t the second prince become this god himself?
This is also the answer that Han Dongwen needs to know the most among all the questions - or in other words, he has already made all kinds of guesses, and even just needs confirmation from Gu Ya's mouth.
"Because the method is not yet certain."
The quaint eyes no longer looked at Han Dongwen, but turned their heads to look at the boundless sky.
"I don't know how much you know about the Principality of West Asia, but Archbishop Gascón's method is obviously wrong, and Peicang's method may not necessarily be right either."
"So he recruited you to let you try on his behalf and see what the real way to become a god is?"
Han Dongwen's tone sounded quite anxious: "Isn't this the monkey who tested the medicine?"
This sentence is not very polite.
Gu Ya was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked up at Han Dongwen.
"I know what you are thinking, yes, the monkey who tested the medicine is so miserable, right?"
She took a step forward, her eyes always meeting Han Dongwen's eyes: "How can anyone in this world be willing to be a monkey for testing medicine? What everyone wants is not to rot in the basement of the church, with the skin and flesh all over the body burned to pieces and rotten. The severe pain of infection, the itching that is worse than death when new flesh grows? With all these good things, who would want to move freely and live for at least two or three years?"
Han Dongwen was speechless for a moment by this sarcastic question. He must have understood that this would be a better choice for Gu Ya and the others, but he did not expect that Archbishop Gascón and Peicang, who had never been worried about their lives, would also be willing to do this. That’s all.
Guya is trying to survive, but isn't what they are looking for just a higher status, or even authority comparable to that of the gods?
What about the other people here?
Where is Zhan Taiyi and Yang Facai?
Are fame and high status really such intoxicating things?
Perhaps Han Dongwen, the emperor, did not live up to his reputation, or perhaps he was already outside the world of this game and did not understand.
He really doesn't understand.
However, he does understand some general and universal principles.
That's what's dangerous.
If someone is a swordsman and I am a fish, then it is dangerous.
Han Dongwen took a deep breath and looked directly into Gu Ya's eyes.
"How long will it take for us to go back and retrieve the Double Ninth Crown?"
The other party looked at him up and down as if judging, and finally the corners of his mouth slowly turned up in a cold arc.
"Soon, soon."
"good."
Han Dongwen uttered a good word, turned around and left the small attic, leaving Gu Ya to pray alone.
He walked out of the door and walked down the winding ladder of the attic step by step. He walked many steps until he was very far away from the attic. So far.
Then he stood still, took a deep breath, and opened his left palm that had been clenched into a fist.
"My lord, that's probably it."
On his palm, a small conch was drawn with black ink stains.
As he opened his palm, the ink quickly dispersed at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, a little boy's figure walked over from the end of the corridor in front of him.
Han Dongwen immediately nodded slightly to show respect.
"grown ups."
Liu Cheng was already standing in front of him.
"Wonderful."
There was a complex expression on his childish face that was not immature at all. He turned his head towards the direction of the attic, as if he wanted to see the expression of the former West Asian saint through the thick wall tiles.
"I, the king of a country in West Asia, was used as a chess piece and a tool for testing medicine by the second prince of Taka, and His Highness actually agreed, haha."
Perhaps a child's facial features make it easier to see a person's mood. Han Dongwen could easily read a hint of indignation in the eyes of the little boy in front of him.
"perhaps……"
Han Dongwen paused for a moment, lowered his head and said, "Perhaps the current fight between the three divisions is so blatant that no one can trust His Highness, so..."
Liu Cheng's sharp eyes suddenly glanced over, and Han Dongwen immediately buried his head lower: "A villain should not assume his own intentions. A villain knows his mistakes."
"well."
Liu Cheng sighed and waved his hand:
"Forget it, it's ridiculous to cover up something that is so obvious."
Han Dongwen said nothing, Liu Cheng put his hands behind his back, thought for a moment, and asked what Gu Ya had just said.
"Simeng's immortal gift may also fall into the hands of others, right?"
Han Dongwen nodded.
"If it falls into the hands of others, the monster like last time may appear again. His Highness is in Haizhou. If Daqimen dares to..."
"Is His Highness in danger?" Han Dongwen raised his eyes and asked.
Liu Cheng thought for a moment and shook his head.
"With the General Directorate of National Law here, it won't be a big problem. Besides, Lieutenant Xiu has always been with His Highness. That guy..."
He sighed and showed a complicated smile.
"Although that guy isn't very capable of fighting, he is still as annoying as a fly."
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The streets in the center of Haeju are covered with sycamore leaves.
When the sycamore leaves fall all over the road, the whole road looks like it is paved with gold. It looks bright and dazzling, and extremely rich.
How come there are sycamore leaves in late winter and early spring?
Yang Churan was floating in the air, the spear in his hand burning with blue fire, and the flames at the tip of the spear seemed to be more chaotic and explosive because of the anger at the moment.
She is surrounded by a web.
An extremely complex and unpredictable golden net. Those golden lines are so thin that they are like dazzling sunlight being rubbed apart.
At the end of each tiny golden line was a clone of Li Zai holding a Poria thorn in his hand, surrounding Yang Churan like a forbidden army surrounding Zhou Tian.
“Ahhhhh——!”
Yang Churan, who was affected by the divine gift, let out a strange scream, jumped up on his feet, and sprinted in one direction.
Almost at the same time, the golden threads all over the sky were pulled in the direction of her sprint, like a golden cone of light focused in the sun. The golden threads suddenly pulled out dripping wounds on Yang Churan's skin, and instantly pulled out a Blood on the ground.
The thin golden wire was like a mechanism. After being pulled by Yang Churan's sprint, several clones of Li Zai who were holding the wire were immediately triggered and sprinted away at a speed that was completely unavoidable.
Poria stabbed out, and Yang Churan let out an angry and low roar. He paused, stretched out his arms and swept the gun tip, and several clones of Li Zai were immediately shattered and exploded into a piece of golden light in mid-air. to the ground.
The sycamore leaves on the ground are like these light fragments, the fragments of his clone.
Such sycamore leaves have been spread all over Zhengyang Street. Yang Churan has been trapped in the formation of this iron wire clone for unknown how long, like a tireless beast, plunging into the abyss of eternal destruction.
Thousands of Li Zai looked coldly at Zhou Tian before her, behind her, and to her left and right with their swords in hand.
This is Li Zai's miracle, the ultimate formation that once stopped countless players who came one after another in front of Han Dongwen.
"The spirit bridge fights for crossing, the goddess leads the way, the green lantern falls on the flower street."
