"You guys are so big-hearted." Da Ming sneered, "You just brought me into the hinterland of the Eastern Territory, and you're not afraid that I'll start a fire in your backyard?"
"If you really have the ability." King Yan drove his horse and looked back at the prison car from time to time.
Daming snorted coldly and did not pay attention to King Yan. Instead, he stared blankly at the word "Luoyi" on the city gate.
After entering Luoyi, Daming obviously felt that his strength was severely suppressed, and he was only left with the strength of about the level of a teacher in the academy.
Daming smiled bitterly. It seemed that what King Yan said was true. He really didn't have the ability.
Heavenly prison.
Da Ming's hands and feet were shackled and he entered a cell. The cell door was closed after he entered.
Da Ming looked around, wondering if there was any hope of escaping from prison with his current strength. While he was still wandering in his beautiful fantasy, the door of the cell next to him opened and a man entered the next cell.
Da Ming saw the man clearly through the gap and couldn't help laughing.
"Yo yo yo! Isn't this Lord Yan King of the Eastern Region? How come the king is also in the heavenly prison? Could it be that he was beaten down by the Zhou Dynasty?"
King Yan turned his head and met Da Ming's eyes. He smiled slightly, closed his cell door, and walked to the gap: "Who did I ask? It turned out to be Da Ming of Beiyu. What? Beiyu is so poor that even Da Ming Can’t you afford to eat? You have to travel thousands of miles to the hinterland of the Eastern Territory to find food? Why are you still arrested? Aren’t you the number one expert in the Northern Territory? It seems that people in the Northern Territory are like that."
"Huh huh." Da Feng was asking for trouble. Firstly, he couldn't convince the person in front of him, and secondly, the other person seemed to have entered the prison voluntarily, and even the tattered gun was still on his back.
"Da Ming should feel honored." King Yan turned around, patted the dust on the straw mat, and sat down without the majesty of a king. "Your royal jailor is this king."
"The king of the Eastern Region calls himself 'jailer'? The price has dropped!" Da Ming grinned, "Then please, King Yan, keep a tighter eye on him."
King Yan looked out of the small ventilated window. At this time, it had just snowed outside, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground. King Yan waved his right hand lightly, and small snow dragons formed in the snow and came in through the ventilation window.
The little snow dragons formed a circle around Da Ming's cell, and their bright little eyes stared at Da Ming in the cell.
Daming knew that these little snow dragons were not very intimidating, but he was still stared at by them.
"I promise you, I'll keep an eye on you a little bit." King Yan took off his spear and lay down directly on the straw mat, "But they are not happy."
The fate is about to cry but there are no tears: Aren’t you the one who shook them out? Aren't you the one who controls them? What do you mean they are unhappy?
Daming watched King Yan spread his hands and snored, his eyes gradually getting darker.
He suddenly turned back and stared at the group of little snow dragons. Without the support of King Yan, the little snow dragons gradually melted into a puddle of water.
King Yan’s snoring was still so loud. Without Xue Long's warning, Da Ming's yearning for freedom gradually swelled.
He charged up a blow, intending to break the shackles on his hands.
"Pong!" Vulnerable.
Then he planned to repeat the same trick and break open the cell door.
When his palms were printed in front of the cell door, a spear flashed past.
Da Ming's focus retreated, and the scene in front of him changed. King Yan stood in front of him.
"I advise you not to do this." King Yan used his spear to pick up the broken shackles on the ground and threw them into Daming's arms.
"Stay there honestly. There is only one condition for getting out."
"What conditions?" Daming knew that the other party would not let him go just because he wanted to, but he still wanted to see what tricks King Yan was playing.
"The cell you are in can only be occupied by one person. But we have to make an exception. When you obey the rules, we will talk about your leaving."
An exception was made for a cell where one person lived... As fate would have it, he knew that King Yan was alluding to an old monster that was still in his body.
A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Although after a battle between heaven and earth, the high priest's strength was completely destroyed by the Eastern Territory army, but the high priest, an old monster who has lived longer than both saints and wise men, still secretly sucked the life out of him. The luck in the body is still alive.
It's a pity that Da Ming's strength still hasn't reached the level of the high priest. Once time goes by, he may not be who he is.
"It can't be done." Daming felt that King Yan was making things difficult for him. So he threw away the broken shackles, but did not struggle anymore, but spread them directly on the straw mat.
It's ruined.
"What if I help you?" King Yan asked.
"Help? How can you help?" Da Ming knew it very well. When he was on the battlefield of Yitiantian, the high priest slapped a large area away.
Among them is King Yan.
"I said yes, I can."
The scene in front of Daming changed again, and King Yan disappeared in front of him. And the water that the snow dragon turned into dried up.
The only thing that remained unchanged was King Yan, who was still sleeping soundly on the straw mat next door.
Da Ming looked at the tattered shackles not far away and fell into deep thought.
It seems that he can really...
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Eastern region, Sophora Valley.
"That's probably what happened." Lao Ma Pao put down his wine glass and put away the wine flask.
"Tsk, tsk." Lao Mumu was about to raise his wine glass for a refill, but found that the wine bottle on the table had disappeared at some point.
"Then pinch?" Lao Mumu didn't realize at all what trouble meant coming from his mouth.
"Isn't it almost the Chinese New Year?"
"Can I celebrate the New Year at your place?" Lao Mumu's eyes lit up.
"No, but you will have a job after the year."
"What?" Lao Mumu was depressed. Even if there is no good food, forget it, you still have to work.
"Go outside the pass and go to the thatched cottage in Nanshan." Old Ma Pao narrowed his eyes, "Look for a Taoist named Yin Wen."
"What are you looking for him for?"
"He has a task on his hands. You will know when the time comes."
"Where's the token? I'm not very familiar with Yin Wen."
"No need for tokens." Lao Ma Pao said calmly, "Just don't lose your knife."
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Eastern Region, Academy.
"We are getting ready to celebrate the New Year. Chun Mou would like to ask you to stay for a few days. Firstly, it will bring some popularity to the academy. Secondly, it is difficult for you to come here, so it is also a good thing to leave some knowledge." Chun Dajiu said shamelessly, after all, he wanted to It is not easy for all the experts to stay.
"Que feels that although everyone is eager to return home, your injuries have not recovered yet. Why not wait until the New Year is over before going back?" Doctor Que suggested.
Just as everyone was hesitating, Doctor Que's words strangled people to death: "Based on your current situation, it is difficult for me to guarantee that you will not suddenly fall flat on the ground on your way back!"
Is this... a threat? It doesn't seem to be the case, it's purely the concern of the doctor.
However, when they saw the veins popping up on the back of Doctor Magpie's hand who was preparing the medicine, everyone decided to compromise first.
no way! The people who help them guard the gates of hell cannot be offended...
Then join...
