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Bian Chenpei lowered his head silently, looking at the goose down quilt embroidered with gold threads. He clenched his fists unconsciously and dug his nails deeply into his flesh.
He wanted to resist, wanted to yell at the so-called senior brother in front of him and ask him to call his father.
But he didn't dare.
As long as I think of that towering, mountain-like back, and the cold man who used torture tools to kill demons in prison with an expressionless face, and even asked his six-year-old self to watch,
The anger and resentment accumulated in his heart, along with all the courage, were evaporated.
".I see."
Bian Chenpei said hoarsely, his own voice almost unrecognizable, "I will do it."
If you can't resist, you can only accept it.
Duan Buqun glanced at him and was not surprised at all by this answer, and added: "The Cardinal also said that you lost your pride and self-confidence with Li Ang, and lost your dignity and courage with Gui Spade.
You have to take back what you have lost. "
Bian Chenpei looked up in a daze. His legs were now broken, and he had to use his mind to lift himself or use a wheelchair to move. How can I get back what belongs to me?
"Li Ang has now returned to the Yu Kingdom and is under the strict protection of the Academy.
It is not known whether Ghost Spade is dead or alive, and Zhao Ming has also disappeared, making it difficult to find.
It just so happens that there is still at least one or two years of buffering time for the all-out war against Yu State.
He wants you to go to the Shiwan Barren Mountains to hunt down monsters and gain experience. "
Duan Buqun said: "One day, the army loyal to Haotian will break through the gate of Chang'an City, and you should be the one bathing in the morning light.
At that time, he will hand the blade that beheaded Li Ang and Zhao Ming into your hands.
I hope you don't live up to his expectations. "
beheading, blade,
These bloody words really shouldn't be the instructions and blessings a normal father would give his son.
However, after hearing these words, Bian Chenpei's eyes gradually became clear, and his lifeless face regained its expression.
He took a deep breath and murmured: "I won't let him down."
"good."
Seeing that Bian Chenpei finally cheered up, Duan Buqun nodded and raised a roll of paper mixed with words and lines in his hand, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first and pass on the oracle's instructions. "
"oracle?"
Bian Chenpei was stunned when he heard this, "A prophecy issued by Cardinal Ju Yu himself? What is it about?"
"It's a dream, but it's hard to erase the grudges. All the misfortune and misfortune are caused by it."
Duan Buqun glanced at the note and read the first two sentences casually, "It's about a first-level monster that is about to awaken."
"Level 1?"
Bian Chenpei was even more surprised. The monsters that can be classified as first-level monsters are either like the beetles, which have unique functions and must be properly preserved for my use.
Either they possess earth-shattering destructive power and must be contained, imprisoned, or even eliminated as soon as possible.
"Um."
Duan Buqun said: "Cardinal Ju Yu predicted that the monster is particularly important to Mount Taihao, so it must be discovered and captured as soon as possible.
If it cannot be captured, it must be eliminated immediately to prevent others, even Zhou and Jing, from getting it. "
So decisive?
Bian Chenpei hesitated and asked, "Does this monster have a name?"
"have."
Duan Buqun nodded and said, "His name is Dream Tapir."
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At this moment, Li Ang still didn't know that in the distant Taihao Mountain, a father and son who "loved each other" were planning how to break through Chang'an City and behead themselves.
Of course, even if he knew, he would most likely not take it to heart.
Now that he had offended Zhao Ming to death, and more than a dozen wanted Zhuxiao realm monks were targeting him, there was no need to worry about Bian Chenpei anymore.
He lived a rare stable life by himself. He went to the academy to attend classes during the day, went home to eat and read with Chai Chai at night, and used Mosi to communicate remotely with Jia Luo and Lu Yunan late at night.
Jialuo was still quite resentful about this. Li Ang had such an efficient communication tool, but he kept it hidden, causing her to write so many letters in vain and have to endure communication delays.
Li Ang had no choice but to apologize and made an appointment to cook himself and treat the other party to a sumptuous meal next time they met.
As for him and Lu Yunan, there were even more things to talk about. They chatted until midnight, and the topics were all over the place.
From when ceramic flush toilets will become popular among all people, to when will a Magellan traveling around the world appear in this world.
From who can better represent the new era of teenagers, Thimble or Classmate He, to whether the ceiling for superhero-themed movies is Watchmen or Batman.
When it's time to go to bed, the two of them who stayed up too late would say silly words, "You hang up first."
"You hang up first."
"No, hang up first."
"Then hang up together. Three two one."
"."
"Hello? Is anyone there? Bratty brother, you really did it when I asked you to do it."
"Didn't you ask us to hang up together?"
It's just like chatting on QQ in the previous life.
As a result, Li Leling, who occasionally came to Li Ang's house for dinner, felt that her hair sometimes felt cold.
However, Li Ang and Lu Yunan were not chatting all the time. The threat posed by Zhao Ming was like a black cloud slowly descending in the sky, extremely oppressive. Not to mention that there is no telling when Mosi will lose control again, and the upcoming war.
In the snowy plains of the north, Lu Yunan led the tribe to dig for something that the Zhaoming organization asked them to find, and secretly worked hard to tame the Taotie fragments seized from the Ghost Spade.
Li Ang is also trying his best to familiarize himself with the use of Dragon Meteor Spear. Both are preparing for the future.
After really hanging up the MoSi communication, he returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed, but he was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep.
He still remembered what the mountain chief said last time. Monks with sensitive spiritual senses and superior talents tend to see some illusions and regard the illusions as some kind of practical revelation.
Throughout the ages, many monks have fallen deeper and deeper into trouble because of this so-called "revelation", and eventually inevitably embarked on the path of demons.
There are countless silk threads in his body. If the silk threads are regarded as spiritual veins, then he can definitely be regarded as a so-called genius with "sensitive spiritual consciousness and superior talent". Also more likely to suffer from hallucinations.
'Perhaps the swordsman in history himself became crazy because of this'
Li Ang thought anxiously for a moment, then glanced at the firewood sleeping soundly on the bed next door, then stretched out ink silk from his fingertips, built it into a bell tied with a rope, and hung it on the head of his bed.
The other end of the rope is connected to his finger.
In this way, if you encounter a nightmare in your sleep and your body moves around, you will pull the rope and ring the bell to wake you up.
After being prepared, Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Boom!
A strong vibration spread throughout his body, and Li Ang suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the bedroom, but the blue-black sky.
He got up from the ground in confusion and looked around.
This is a small courtyard with a row of flower pots placed along the wall. Because they have not been taken care of for too long, the plants in the flower pots have died.
The grapes clinging to the bamboo ceiling above the flower pots also dried up for a long time.
The scene in front of me is very familiar. This is the backyard of Zhenzhou Security Hall. Li Ang's home.
(End of chapter)
