Zhou Qi thought carefully about Mu Hanyan's previous actions, and he even suspected that Mu Hanyan was not lucky, but simply a prophet who knew that there were good things in it.
Anyway, the more he thought about it, the more he felt uneasy. There was no perfect solution, so he never dared to do it lightly.
"Zhou Qi, you worry too much." Miss Zhao Si was silent for a moment, then she said slowly with a gloomy face, "That chess piece should not be needed in the future, this time, I will let him show his strength." The final effect. Mu Hanyan, even if he has exhausted his tricks, even if he is lucky, this time, he will still die!"
"You're talking about Mu Cheng?" Zhou Qi thought of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Miss Zhao Si didn't answer, but stood up and walked out quietly.
Zhou Qi looked at Miss Zhao Si's back, with complicated eyes, nausea, disgust, and palpitations. What kind of woman is this riding a horse? Playing around with men, all of them are infatuated with her, but they don't know how femme fatale this woman is and how dirty her heart is. Such a woman, if the other party wants to marry him, he will never marry her even if he is single for the rest of his life.
Anyway, let's continue to pretend to be a snake with her first, use her to deal with those resistances first, wait for his family to grow in Black Rock City, wait for his grandfather to sit on the seat of the city lord, and make him the young city lord, and then kick this disgusting femme fatale woman It's ready. Zhou Qi had wishful thinking in his heart, but he didn't know that Miss Zhao Si's ambition was different from before.
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It was dark at night, but in a small valley thousands of miles away from Cangshan City in the Longyan Mountains, the lights were brightly lit.
The valley is full of rocky rocks, like ruins. Although tens of millions of years have passed, if you look closely, you can still see the marks left by the sharp arrows and knives on the gravel. Who would have thought that this piece of ruins hidden in the mountains was actually a relic of an ancient battlefield, and countless ancient masters were buried here.
After tens of thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, their bodies, armor and weapons have turned to dust, but in the center of the ruins, an incomplete stone tablet still stands crookedly.
At this time, an old man wearing the same sword robe as Duan Tianya was standing next to the stone tablet, and quickly typed out a series of hand moves in his hands. On the stone tablet, the ancient characters issued fantastic words.
This is called divine writing. No one recognizes this kind of writing now. It is said that it is the writing used by those powerful people in ancient times. Each writing contains endless mysteries, and the combination is even more penetrating.
Duan Tianya and several other men surrounded him, looking nervously and expectantly at the old man in the middle. Judging from the silver sword logo embroidered on his clothes, these men were all tutors of Zhengying College, but their status was higher than that of Duan Tianya and that man. The old man is slightly lower.
The old man was sweating profusely, his fingers were trembling slightly as he struck out moves one after another, and his face was pale.
Suddenly, the old man stopped, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
The light on the stele also suddenly disappeared, and even the words on it disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary ruined stele.
"Teacher Pang, how is it?" A younger tutor asked eagerly.
"It still doesn't work." The old man said with a sigh.
His name is Pang Dezong, and he is also a holy sword instructor. However, unlike Duan Tianya, who is famous for his swordsmanship, An Yun is not good at swordsmanship, but alchemy. The alchemist is also the chief alchemist of Zhengying College.