"I think we can still negotiate another deal." Changqing said with a smile.
Sikong Yi looked at Changqing quietly, and sighed after a long time.
He shook his head and said: "Why, we are already on opposite sides, already mortal enemies, but you can still face me with such an attitude?"
Sikong Yi looked at Milly who was standing aside, sensing with his mind the curses and rejection of the ominous omen by the forgotten people on the street.
Sikong Yi continued: "You and I both know what the Forgotten Clan are, why do you still care about them? They clearly regard you as a bad omen, but I only feel empathy from your eyes. You even You don’t even have mercy, do you respect them?”
Changqing scratched his head and said: "This is a very complicated matter for you. There is only one sentence that you can understand."
"What words?"
"I'm too strong, there's nothing I can do about it. I won't treat people who are not a threat to me as enemies. You can also understand it as the number one style of the contemporary era."
Sikong Yi was stunned.
He was very shocked. He couldn't understand why Changqing could say such things so shamelessly and so confidently.
It's like he can't understand why the Four Realm Immortal in front of him is recognized by the Immortal Emperors as the number one in the contemporary era.
"We will never have another deal." Si Kong Yi said: "Anyway, you won't survive the Red Sand Desert. I can tell you, it's not that I don't want to take shortcuts, nor that I can't take shortcuts. But the demigods here don't know How many. If we crash into the unknown demigod territory and encounter a sudden disaster, the danger will only be greater."
Sikong Yi waved his hand and asked Milly, who lowered her head and remained silent, to escort Changqing into the prison.
When Changqing was about to leave the hall, Si Kong Yi suddenly said: "If you can survive, you'd better follow the path I took. If you can survive, I want to see you in the royal court."
Changqing stopped, turned around and smiled: "I don't want to see you in the royal court."
"Why?" Sikong Yi asked.
Changqing said without hesitation: "I hope you can die on the road."
"..." Sikong Yi was stunned for a moment. He looked up at the statue of his ancestors. After an unknown amount of time, he smiled bitterly.
In the underground prison of the temple, Milly locked Chang Qing into an empty cell.
There are also some prisoners scattered in other cells.
However, they have been completely eroded by the curse of corruption and are about to decay and disappear.
Some turned into dead trees, and the blood vessels on their bodies grew into the ground like the veins of leaves. Some are integrated into walls and fences.
Milly closed the cell door, but she did not leave. The wide brim of her hat covered her lowered face.
"Is something wrong?" Changqing sat casually in the corner, holding a map. He wanted to write down the map. The winding road planned by the Sikong family, as long as it avoids the demigod territory, other places are not open to Changqing. Words are a safe zone.
Trust is one thing, but this does not prevent Changqing from holding on.
He didn't want to be too passive under Andiel's guidance.
After all, demigods are different from gluttons. Demigods are self-imprisoned, and their territory is the scope of their wandering. They will only pursue their targets within their territory.
Even if he can't defeat him, Changqing only needs to leave the demigod's territory, or when he is chased by a glutton, he will lead the glutton into the demigod's territory...
Countless possible and corresponding plans have emerged in Chang Qing's mind.
Milly remained silent.
Changqing put away the map, bent down through the cell door, and looked at Milly's little face hidden under the brim of her hat.
Millie obviously didn't expect Changqing to make such an "action", she was so frightened that she screamed and backed away.
Changqing smiled and asked: "You are confused, right? I can help you answer it."
Millie lowered the brim of her hat.
Chang Qing sat by the cell door and continued: "Are you doubtful about the aura of this map, or are you doubtful about Sikong Yi and me?"
Milly was confused.
Changqing put the map on her waist, and Xu Wenxin took it in front of Shanshui Xianpao's cabin.
Chang Qing said: "No matter what doubts you have, it doesn't matter. Please allow me to describe it inappropriately..."
Changqing groaned and said: "For you Forgotten Clan, it didn't matter whether you died or not twenty thousand years ago. Today, twenty thousand years later, it doesn't really matter whether you die or not. But you have to believe... "
"An evil omen is an evil omen, I won't believe you!" Milly raised her head and stared at Changqing. She added, as if to convince herself: "I will not doubt the destined person, Lord Sikong Yi. !”
Changqing paused for a moment, then slowly said: "No, what I want to say is, you have to believe that you, the Forgotten Clan, will have a relatively bright future."
Milly breathed rapidly, her eyes full of shock.
But what Chang Qing said next made Milly even more unbelievable.
"Everything the Forgotten family has endured, the hope that the Forgotten people hold on to, all the sacrifices made by the demigods..."
"It won't all be in vain."
"You should always believe in yours, King."
Chang Qing said, taking the tea cup from Xu Wenxin's hand in front of the cabin, and handed it out through the gap in the cell door fence, "I can see your desire, but you didn't compete with the other Forgotten Clan. Sikong What Yi has, I also have, and more.”
Milly licked her dry lips. She seemed to realize something and was actually trembling with fear.
"What's wrong? Is it poisonous?" Changqing asked doubtfully: "No, this is indeed a good thing for you. You may only enjoy it in a limited way, but the forgotten people in the future will regard this as normal."
As Chang Qing was talking, Milly screamed, covered her ears, and shouted: "Bad omen! Bad omen!"
Chang Qing's brows knitted together, watching Milly run out in fright.
Changqing held the water glass and became confused. He took a sip and found that there was indeed no problem.
"The things are good things, but it's obvious that she doesn't regard you as a 'good thing'." Xu Wenxin walked out of the wooden house and appeared next to Changqing. She hummed angrily and even muttered something Milly didn't know in a low voice. Anyway.
Xu Wenxin said: "They regarded Andiel as a bad omen, and now they also regard you as a bad omen. She took what you just said as a ploy."
The more Xu Wenxin talked about it, the angrier she became. She wanted to break out of the prison and find Milly to talk clearly.
Seeing Xu Wenxin's cheeks bulging with anger, Changqing couldn't help laughing.
"How can you still laugh?" Xu Wenxin said angrily, "We have all been arrested and become prisoners, and we will soon become bait to attract General Tianchen!"
Changqing shrugged and handed the tea cup to Xu Wenxin, "We are not going to die anyway, so we might as well choose to believe them."
Xu Wenxin turned her head away unhappily.
"What can they do?" Changqing asked softly.
Xu Wenxin's anger subsided a little, but she still said: "The debts of the Forgotten Clan cannot be settled like this. They are all on Qi Cang's head!"
"Originally, it was on his head." Changqing smiled and pulled Xu Wenxin over, pinching her little face.
Xu Wenxin did not resist, but said: "Since you choose to believe them, that is to say, you choose to believe that this little shield can stop General Tianchen?"
"..." Chang Qing suddenly choked.
