"Secretary..." Shuhua couldn't describe the feeling at this moment. She murmured, "Are you okay?"
Her body was wrapped in a transparent water coat, which blocked out the blazing heat of the Golden Crow Fire.
No need to ask further, this magical power must come from Lingze.
Lingze lowered his eyes: "I'm fine, are you still in pain?"
Shuhua held his chest and explained: "For some reason, whenever I get too close to the director, I get unbearable chest pain. It doesn't happen like this when I'm with other people."
Lingze was silent for a moment and said hoarsely: "Maybe it's the fragment of her soul that doesn't want me to get close. You have to get better quickly, trouble is coming."
Shuhua looked at the burning archives building behind him, frowned and asked, "Did we kill a lot of dragons just now?"
"It's not a lot, probably only two."
In the battle just now, illusion and reality were intertwined. There may not be so many dragons, but the Golden Crow Fire is real.
It is also true that the archives building was burned down.
But it was enough to cause conflict.
As the adopted son of the city lord, Saitama's illusion skills are much higher than those of other mirage clans in the mansion.
Therefore, the mirage clan who came after hearing the sound could only see Lingze and Shuhua killing the monks guarding the archives building and burning the archives building.
They couldn't see that Saitama had fought with Lingze, let alone Saitama's role in it.
They stared at Lingze and Shuhua with hatred and shouted: "Come here, the strangers killed Aobai and Aofu! They also set fire to the archives building!"
Saitama appeared in time with a large number of monks, surrounded the two of them, and took action directly.
Shuhua and Lingze kept giving in.
At this time, as long as there is a little improper control, it will develop in a catastrophic direction.
Or, die from injuries.
Or, fight back, causing more casualties and causing the mission to fail.
Shuhua shouted loudly: "City Lord, Qiyu uses Golden Crow Fire to kill people. If you don't come, we won't be able to hold it in any longer!"
As expected, the city lord responded and gave the order majestically: "The mirage monks put away their weapons and retreat!"
Saitama shouted excitedly: "City Lord, they killed Aobai and Aofu, we want to avenge them!"
The city lord said coldly: "Don't worry, I won't spare anyone who hurts my clan members so easily! Back off!"
The monks were about to put away their weapons when Saitama shouted again.
"Why retreat?! These two outsiders have ulterior motives and advanced cultivation. Once they are given a chance, they will definitely escape and attack Ao'an City!"
As a result, the mirage monks started making noises and shouted: "Yes, we can't retreat!"
The city lord narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Saitama and said, "You won't listen to what I say, right?"
"I have said before that foreigners cannot be trusted to be greedy, but you refuse to believe it! And now, you are still protecting them!"
Saitama showed no fear, and said angrily: "You are getting old, becoming dim, and neglecting your personnel. That's why Aosong defected and brought disaster to the clan!"
"You are old, greedy for food and drink, and wasted your wealth, let alone mention it. But you should definitely not lead a wolf into the house, and still refuse to listen to my advice!"
"It's Aobai and Aofu who died this time. Who knows who will die in vain next time because of your stupidity?"
He shouted so plainly that the mirage monks looked at each other and exchanged glances.
Saitama looked at them, opened his arms and shouted: "Am I wrong? She is old and her virtue is not worthy of her position! She should have retired a long time ago, but she didn't! She insists on occupying this position and harming the people. !”
"Whoever wants to follow her, go ahead! I won't follow her anyway! I want to build a safe and strong Ao'an City! Don't let the hateful outsiders bring disasters in!"
"The outside world has been swallowed up by the air of resentment, and more than half of it! There are many outsiders who want to hide in Ao'an City! We can only hunt ten sharks a year. This place is just enough for us to survive, isn't it?"
The mirage monks fell silent and stopped talking.
The city lord suddenly laughed: "You finally said what was in your heart. You have been holding it in for many years, right? Thank you for your hard work."
"Come on, stand in line. If you want to follow him, stand on the left. If you want to follow me, stand on the right."
The city lord waved his cane, and a golden line divided the ground into two halves.
The monks were agitated and each made a choice.
Most of them followed Saitama, and the other half followed the city lord.
Saitama was very proud: "City Lord, if you are willing to listen to my advice and kill these two strangers, for the sake of your support for me, I will also be willing to respect you as an elder and provide for you until the end of your life."
"It's really not necessary." The city lord shook his hand, closed his eyes and muttered silently, and a golden bead the size of a fist emerged from the ruins of the archives building and hung in mid-air.
Saitama's expression changed slightly: "What is this?"
The city lord said calmly: "My mirage bead. I am old and have a bad memory, so I forgot to teach you the last trick of using the mirage bead."
"It's better to choose a day than to hit it. Since it happens to happen today, I will teach on the spot."
"That is, when the mirage reaches a certain age, the mirage can be separated from the main body and used for taking photos for identification."
Following her words, the golden beads emitted a dense mist, and the archive building before it was destroyed emerged.
Saitama and two monks stood among them, saying something solemnly.
The two monks hesitated for a moment and nodded.
Saitama patted them on the shoulders, took out two boxes and stuffed them in, and then left.
Not long after, Saitama and Lingze appeared on the roof of the archives one after another, in fighting postures.
The two monks in the archives building then appeared. They were busy casting illusions around first, and then joined the battle group.
After that, the dragons pressed each other, and the dragons formed an array to entangle themselves. Taking advantage of the illusion, Saitama escaped, leaving only the two monks entangled with Lingze, and they fell into the ruins together.
Saitama expressionlessly took out a jade box and threw it over, causing flames to rise into the sky.
Shuhua's figure also appeared, including her eating something to watch the battle, and then pulling out the mountain-breaking ax and rushing into the fire to search for Lingze.
The moment Lingze held her in his arms, the image came to an abrupt end.
"What's going on? It was Saitama who set the fire!" The mirage clan members who were watching were extremely angry and quickly withdrew their support for Saitama.
Lingze waved his robe sleeves and easily caught Saitama who was trying to escape.
Several monks didn't understand: "Why burn down the archives building? What is stored in it is the foundation of Ao'an City!"
Shuhua added insult to injury: "Because he thought that the secret of his murder of Aosong was stored in the archives! Since he couldn't find it, it would be best to burn it! Then he would lead the trouble to us two outsiders, take the opportunity to stir up trouble, and seize the title of city lord. Bit."
Saitama glared at her angrily: "It was you who harmed me!"
The city lord said disgustedly: "Qiyu, I just ask you, the Golden Crow Fire is so fierce and ferocious that it is difficult for gods to stop it. The Immortal Court has always strictly controlled it and ordinary monks are not allowed to obtain it. Where did you get it?"
Shu Hua continued to add: "Yes, you hate foreigners so much and don't have contact with the outside world. How do you know that the outside world has been swallowed up by the resentment? In fact, you have been secretly hooking up with outsiders, right?"
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