When Fu Yunge heard what he said, he felt a little confused for a moment. But the people of Jiuche Xiaoying cannot be trusted easily, and they should focus on the poinsettia matter.
But he took a step slower. Before he could ask, he raised his head after hearing the sound and said indifferently to the highest point of the fortress: "They are coming... you can leave too."
Fu Yunge and others all raised their heads. On the top of the tower that they couldn't see, the poinsettia stood quietly, echoing the sound of hearing the sound above the waves.
In the dark night and twilight, the poinsettia plum sleeves flutter, as silent as a stone statue.
The sound of the waves was very loud, but it was not that he had not heard what Chechi Wensheng said. It's just that he was thinking that by leaving like this, he owed Che Wenchi a huge favor.
"...Let's go." Chechi heard that his throat was hoarse, and he said to Poinsettia again.
Poinsettia pondered for a moment and finally set off.
Suddenly flying down, he jumped down directly, and then used the faint red plum as a step to fall in the air, stepping on the uneasy water.
The plum blossom petals are not wet when wet, and they lightly support the body of the poinsettia plum.
Looking up and down, this is the attitude of a poinsettia. He is a person who knows how to repay kindness, even if the other party is Jiuche Xiaoying's flag envoy.
Standing at the top of the wave, Chechi Wensheng looked down at him from a high position, but he was not arrogant.
"Let's go. Blackwater Sky Barrier... don't come back again."
He admonished them without emotion. After saying that, the noisy torrent began to subside. Hearing the sound, Chechi raised his step slightly, and his figure immediately disappeared in front of everyone.
As soon as Chechi heard the sound, the powerful waterspout suddenly bloomed in the air and poured into a gorgeous spray of water, falling back to the water.
The soldiers did not dare to disobey orders and retreated to give way. Fu Yunge, Zui Chenxiang and others didn't know the reason, but fortunately Poinsettia was safe and sound, and what Che Chi Wen's attitude was, these things were not important for the time being.
Fu Yunge jumped down and joined Zui Chenxiang and others. Feng Shun also arrived soon after, and the wooden boat they arranged to pick up the escape was lucky enough to be used. Without further delay, the group left by boat immediately.
On top of the city tower, Chedi Wensheng stood alone.
Looking at the boat swaying away, gradually submerging into darkness, his face showed no fluctuations.
Perhaps, the film owner will be angry. But he didn't care, because he now understood more and more what was going on in his heart towards that person.
Sooner or later, he would watch the Shadow Master's defeat with his own eyes.
Thinking about it, the cold wind gradually became stiffer. He was as motionless as an iron man, but his fists under his sleeves were clenching unconsciously.
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But in this silent and independent world far away from Blackwater Plains, the artillery fire from the outside world is already raging. The vast chess game has gradually filled the continent of the lower world.
Jiuche Xiaoying emerged from the water, no longer concealing his whereabouts. Slaughtering towns and occupying strongholds, countless people were destroyed or displaced, and the whole world was miserable.
Jue Tongjun arranged military resistance, and at the same time provided mutual support with the three sects, and also contacted sects such as the Ancient Dao Jiu League and Jinji Fengjian to jointly resist the disaster of Jiuche Xiaoying.
After days of planning, the heroes and heroes rushed here and there to provide support. Jue Tongjun and others were also busy making arrangements and were exhausted.
In the spacious Qiongtian Palace, Jue Tongjun, the rumored agent of the lower realm, is alone at his desk, writing like flying.
Soon, a young man wearing a Confucian crown walked in with a hurried expression, asking for further instructions.
Before he could finish speaking, Jue Tongjun happened to stop writing. He skillfully rolled and folded the written letter, bundled it with red silk thread, and handed it to the young man's hands: "Go in order, thank you for your hard work."
The young man said "Huh", took the letter from Jue Tongjun, and left in a hurry.
The empty hall remains like this all day long. There were many shoe prints on the floor, showing the number of visitors.
Spread out on his huge desk is a huge and detailed map. After taking away the letter, Jue Tongjun reached out and poured himself a cup of tea. While sipping, he carefully observed the red circles on the map.
Everything is arranged. After drinking tea, he happened to finish reading the map. Seeing that everything had been arranged, he felt a little more at ease.
I just don’t know when the next trouble will arrive.
Jue Tongjun smiled bitterly.
However, before he could take a break, another figure strode into the hall.
Jue Tongjun raised his eyelids and looked at that person. When he saw Subiezhi coming, he just smiled lightly and did not get up.
"Your smile is really uglier than crying." Subiezhi teased him familiarly when she saw him.
"How can I smile now that the world is full of wars and the people are in dire straits?" Jue Tongjun still had that smile on his face and raised his arms to stretch his waist.
"You're so busy that you're feeling weak, right? Don't worry about that tall guy, who doesn't know who he is?" Su Biezhi walked over and took out a piece of brown paper from behind, "Here, I'll bring it to you. A gift.”
"Oh?" Jue Tongjun regained some energy, took the paper from the plain branch, and slowly unfolded it.
But when he saw the content on it, he immediately put down the piece of paper, with a strange expression on his face: "It would be great if you could refuse this gift."
Subiezhi looked at him, then looked at the content on the paper, and grimaced: "It's a great tool for refreshing your mind. You can take it out and read it when you feel sleepy."
