Half past eight in the evening.
Su Mingan put on the Dream Patrol helmet and entered the game "Lou Yue Kingdom".
Lu Shu had been arranged by him to the guest room, and the cloaked man was driven to the sofa by him. Su Luoluo was resting in his master bedroom, and he himself was sitting at the desk. The old house, which is less than 80 square meters, accommodates four people and is indeed a bit crowded.
As it is approaching early in the morning, the Penglai Immortal Election has entered a white-hot stage. Major newspapers and websites are flooding the Internet with articles: "Shocking! The people who are most likely to land on Penglai Immortal Island are actually them!" "It is predicted that they will finally be in Penglai Immortal Island. Come to the fairy to choose the three winners!" "Why has the No. 1 Dream Tourist never come forward?" and other hot news.
Su Mingan looked at the Dream Patrol Forum. His computer was almost full of private messages and posts. Major forces were bombarding his mailbox, and they all seemed to want to win over him, the "No. 1 Dream Patrol Expert." ".
Among them, Xinyue from the Human Self-Rescue Alliance wanted to invite him. Li Yuxuan from the Urban Guard Department also wanted to win over him. Various countries, independent cities, coalition governments, and the military have also extended olive branches to him. Su Ming'an even saw an email written "Xiao Ying, the former deputy leader of the Holy See". The content was: [First Dream Patroller, is it convenient for me to meet? ], I don’t know if this is true or false. Anyway, he didn't have any good impressions of the Old Holy See, a group of lunatics who bombed the city for no apparent reason.
...I will finish the second chapter of "Louyue Kingdom" tonight.
Su Mingan ignored any emails and pressed the [Start] button on the helmet.
The five senses slowly faded away, white light obscured Su Mingan's vision, and ancient scenes quickly loaded in front of his eyes. When Su Mingan's feet touched the ground, he returned to the suburbs of Beijing where it was already dark.
A deep yellow full moon hangs quietly between the old trees. In the distance, the gorgeous glazed tiles of the capital can be seen, and the smoke and birds are rising. A girl with black hair and green eyes sat under the tree, leaning her head against the trunk. The moonlight traced her beautiful face, her eyes were closed, her breathing was rising and falling slightly, and she seemed to be fast asleep.
"...Are you really still waiting here?" Su Mingan said to himself.
When leaving the game in the morning, he told Chaoyan to wait for him here. But in fact, he didn't have any hope in this. As a result - more than ten hours had passed, and Chaoyan was actually still here waiting for him.
Chaoyan leaned against the tree trunk, her body stained with dew, and her floral skirt was covered with broken leaves. When Su Ming'an approached, she opened her eyes like an alert wolf, but the moment she saw him, her originally cold eyes quickly softened.
"You're finally back." Chaoyan yawned and stood up.
"You...have been waiting here?" Su Mingan asked.
"Yes." Chaoyan took a few steps closer: "This is the suburbs of Beijing, and there are wild animals. I'm just an orphan from a small village, and I don't dare to wander around."
The moonlight shone on her pale face. She blinked and smiled at Su Mingan: "By the way, I have a gift for you."
"ah?"
Chaoyan took out a piece of dogtail grass from his back and handed it to Su Ming'an: "For you."
Su Ming'an stared at the dog's tail grass, and then looked at Chaoyan's smile, with confusion in his eyes - he really couldn't understand the brain circuit of this orphan girl from a small village. Sometimes she was as compassionate as a savior god. She could tolerate the greedy villagers who oppressed her for several years, and sometimes she was as cold as a devil, indifferent to the villagers who died around her and pushed away their corpses with her own hands.
Just like now, she suddenly gave him dogtail grass, her actions were illogical.
"Why..." Su Mingan took the dog's tail grass. This is really just an ordinary dogtail grass, nothing special about it, it looks like a small feather duster, very ugly.
"I just want to give you a gift." Chaoyan smiled: "Let's go."
"Chaoyan, have we met before?" Su Mingan still wanted to confirm this question. When we first met, her look on the verge of tears was so strange. Moreover, the more he got along with her, the more familiar he felt.
Chaoyan paused as she moved forward, her jet-black ponytail swaying slightly behind her head, like a flag in the wind.
Her bright red lips opened, then closed quickly, and then formed a perfectly curved smile. The floral skirt rustled in the night wind, like the sound of a dove flapping its wings.
She turned back and looked at him, her expression flawless:
"Maybe I've seen it."
She blinked:
"...Maybe, it's in your dream."
…
[Beijing Suburb·Peng Laixian Selection]
On the high platform, Princess Jing and Princess held their chins in their hands and looked at the arena.
"...It should be these three people." She whispered.
The countdown to Peng Lai Xian Xuan has begun. In the end, the three winners left in the ring were pretty much what everyone expected -
The first one is a young man with black hair and a red boy. The young man stood on the stage with a tall figure and indifferent eyes, holding a black knife. The blood-red cloak behind him is like a swaying flag, and the thick silver armor on his body is engraved with dragon head patterns. He just stood on the ring, and no one dared to challenge his position - the young man was General Lou Yue Yi Zhongyu, who was also a very famous dream patrolman in the world.
The second one is a girl with black hair and black eyes. Her hair was combed back in a braid, she was dressed in a thin and transparent red gauze, and she was holding a flexible blood-red ribbon. Blood and broken internal organs were scattered all over the ground at her feet. Obviously, her enemies have suffered misfortunes, which shows that she is murderous and has vicious thoughts - this woman is none other than Zou Yuqing, the demon sect's witch.
The last one was a white-haired man holding a long sword. His appearance was extremely delicate, just like the big brother next door without any sense of threat. But the long sword he was holding was covered in scars. He had obviously experienced hundreds of battles, and his body contained a murderous aura that could not be unleashed.
"It seems that there will be no more changes in the candidates." A handsome young man said: "You can decide the candidates in advance. I don't want to sit here anymore."
"Second brother, please be patient and wait until the time is up." Princess Jinghe said.
The second prince shook his head: "Who else can beat the three of them? They are all fourth-level Fuzhuan masters. I really can't think of anyone else in this world who will come to participate in this Penglai Immortal Selection. Those hermit masters know it well. , maybe there is no benefit at all from coming to the Immortal Island. After all, I have never seen an immortal with my own eyes. Who knows if there are any? You think so, brother."
Xiao Jingsan looked at the eldest prince's face, nodded, and played with the waist card in his hand.
His mind was not on the election of Peng Laixian at all. Now, the real eldest prince has disappeared, and the scandal of the royal family may be exposed at any time. If the Imperial Master had let the eldest prince run away...
"The time has not come yet, let's wait a little longer." Princess Jinghe said.
Under the high position of the royal family, there were large numbers of people watching the excitement. The common people were crowded under the ring, shoulder to shoulder, and their number exceeded tens of thousands.
Since it has entered the night, many people who are afraid of "abnormality" have returned home. But there are still many people who are not afraid of death who stay here and want to see the results of the final immortal selection. The three people on the stage are already the final winners of the melee. If no one challenges them, the candidates will be finalized soon.
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Yi Zhongyu raised his head and looked at the moonlight tonight.
Zou Yuqing shook the ribbon in his hand boredly and gently licked the blood around his mouth, his temperament was charming and dangerous.
The third white-haired young man lowered his head intently, looking at the blade of the sword in his hand, and gently stroking the sword body with his fingers, as if the sword was his lover.
People held their breath, waiting for the countdown to the Penglaixian selection to end little by little, and the candidate was about to be finalized.
At this moment, Yi Zhongyu suddenly spoke up.
"Your Highness the Second Prince, Your Highness the Princess." Yi Zhongyu raised his hands toward the high platform, as if he had something to say.
The second prince was slightly startled, not knowing what General Yi was going to say: "You say it."
"——I heard that the royal family has imprisoned the real eldest prince for a long time and is secretly doing some secret things that are unknown to the public. I wonder if this is true?" Yi Zhongyu suddenly said loudly.
He deliberately did not point out the fact that "the eldest prince is a qualified person" so as not to make the eldest prince's situation more dangerous. But it only points out the matter of substitutes.
Yi Zhongyu knew in his heart that since the character possessed by the number one Dream Patrolman in the world was "the eldest prince Su Shaoqing", he would help the eldest prince regain his identity. He is not hostile to the No. 1 Dream Patroller like those rumors from the outside world. They are all Dream Patrollers fighting for humanity. No matter what the identity of the first Dream Patroller is in this world, he will only want to help each other, not be jealous.
Yi Zhongyu's words shocked everyone.
"You, you—!" The second prince stood up suddenly as if his buttocks were on fire, and Princess Jing and Princess also looked in shock. Thousands of people in the audience screamed in surprise, and in an instant, rumors spread throughout the venue. And there are faint signs of spreading, getting more and more popular like a vegetable market.
"General Yi has been fighting in the frontier all year round. He has heard a lot of rumors in his ears, but they cannot be true!" An old man quickly spoke up and pointed the finger at Yi Zhongyu.
Yi Zhongyu refused to give in: "In that case, can you let me check the face of the eldest prince? I have mastered the 'disguise' talisman of one of the 'laws'. If the eldest prince on the stage now is not genuine, let me You’ll know when you get close and touch it.”
Yi Zhongyu's words made the old man start to tremble.
Jamel Xiao squinted his eyes with a dangerous look.
"Presumptuous! Yi Zhongyu! How can you question the eldest prince? Even if you are a hero, you must not be so presumptuous! Stand down!" On the side, the big and round prime minister stood up and scolded Yi Zhongyu in front of the audience.
"Why are you so secretive? Can't you see?" Yi Zhongyu still refused to retreat and shouted immediately, with a tendency to "swear one by one".
"You, you..." The second prince looked pale and glanced at Xiao Jingsan next to him, and then at Yi Zhongyu in the ring.
"If you don't have a guilty conscience, why can't you see it?" Zou Yuqing added fuel to the fire.
"What an outrage! This is outrageous!" the prime minister scolded angrily. Seeing the audience getting more and more chaotic, he wanted to call the royal protector to suppress Yi Zhongyu and suppress this matter completely. But suddenly I felt the sky was getting bright——
--at this time.
"Wha-!"
A metallic disk shining with dazzling blue light fell from the sky.
A high-saturation LED blue light is installed on the edge of the disk, which flashes crazily with the breathing rate, so piercing that people can't help but block their eyes.
"Swish-swish-swish!"
The light effect is extremely dazzling, like a sharp sword piercing people's holes. Like a constantly rotating UFO.
"What's this?"
"What is it? Why is it so bright?"
This high-tech metal product suddenly breaks into the quaint arena, just like Godzilla stepping into a primitive village.
The people all retreated with their faces covered, fearing that this was some kind of terrifying talisman weapon.
As the light flickered, people saw a young man with black hair and a high ponytail holding a dog's tail grass, standing on the mechanical roulette wheel, his dark robe billowing in the wind, like an ink painting sketched in the air.
As the mechanical disc slowly landed between the rings, everyone could see clearly the face of the young man on the disc. In an instant, everyone’s eyes immediately turned to Xiao Jingsan on the high platform——
Their faces were clearly identical.
At this moment, Yi Zhongyu's shouting that "the royal family has imprisoned the real eldest prince for a long time" pierced their hearts like an ice pick. Whether they were ordinary people who came to watch the show, people from all walks of life, martial arts knights, real leaders, or people of evil ways, they all understood in an instant that they might have witnessed a terrifying truth.
"this……"
"I am not wrong, right."
"Is it true..."
The conversation broke out in an instant, people's faces were filled with shock and anger, and the high and low voices spread like crazy.
Yi Zhongyu looked at Su Mingan on the mechanical disc with a friendly expression. Zou Yuqing covered her mouth and snickered, feeling interesting about the royal substitute. The white-haired young man stared blankly at Su Ming'an on the mechanical disk, and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
The second prince clenched his fists and leaned weakly on the chair. He knew at this moment - everything was over.
The eldest prince who clearly has no strength to walk, who has been imprisoned by bloodletting for a long time - why does he appear here driving such a strange disk?
Why?
How did he escape?
"boom."
Su Ming'an jumped off the disc with Chao Yan and met tens of thousands of high and low eyes. He ignored these gazes, looked at the royal family members on the high platform, and walked straight towards them.
"...brother."
When Su Ming'an passed by the third arena, the white-haired young man called out to Su Ming'an.
"...Mo Yan?" When Su Mingan heard this familiar name, he instantly turned his head and looked at the white-haired young man.
The white-haired young man nodded, his face full of surprise. He raised the sword in his hand. There were still traces of the signature of the Sixth World on the sword: "Great, it's really eldest brother. We are actually in the same deputy... …”
"Shh." Su Mingan shook his head: "Let's wait until I finish handling this matter before we talk."
Mo Yan nodded immediately, with a very well-behaved expression.
Su Mingan walked straight towards the high platform, raised the sword of Arman, and pointed the tip of the sword at the old emperor who was too frightened to speak on the high platform.
The emperor stared at Su Ming'an who was getting closer and closer. He never imagined why such a powerless eldest prince would suddenly lose control.
Su Mingan's sword pointed directly in the direction of the emperor.
"Get down."
