Four o'clock.
Zhang Ping opened his eyes in the darkness.
He lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and it took him a while to sit up.
Outside the window, the sky was dim and the air was a little chilly. The mountains in the distance looked like dormant giants, dark and blurry.
Zhang Ping felt a little empty. After dealing with the Tianchang Fox, the Beast Taming Zhu family hid too deeply, and he felt like he had lost his goal.
He sat in the bathroom for a full ten minutes before getting up, brushing his teeth and washing his face. Then he went into the studio to practice the basic skills of forging - kneading dough.
"Let's have sliced noodles for breakfast."
Zhang Ping was thinking while kneading the dough, and his hands kept separating the clean iron beads from the dough.
After picking out all the iron beads from the dough, he took the dough and walked towards the kitchen.
Half an hour later.
After Zhang Ping finished his breakfast, he took off his pajamas and underwear. The dark mist quickly covered his whole body, and then he went out for a morning run.
He liked the tranquility of Mingzhu City. At first, he did it to avoid the Tianchang Fox, but now it has become a habit. Only by running in the deserted city can he feel like himself again.
As he ran, he came to the sidewalk outside Mingzhu Ability Academy.
He slowed down.
I couldn't help but look towards the school dormitory.
The time when he was at his weakest and most confused was spent in the dormitory, which had a special meaning to him.
However, because many students were killed by Prince Moon, there are now many white flowers hanging in the Pearl Academy of Ability, and the entire school is mourning for those students who were killed.
Zhang Ping took a deep breath of the cool morning air, then lowered his head and continued running forward.
He has done what he could, so he has a clear conscience.
Along the way.
Many of the items were draped with white flowers.
Zhang Ping walked through the complicated streets, and gradually he heard the sound of dense footsteps.
The footsteps were quick and short, like an army marching, dense and one after another.
Zhang Ping slowed down his pace and walked towards the direction where the sound came from. After passing through two alleys, he saw many ordinary people dressed as farmers walking on the street with angry faces.
They were very quiet, no one spoke, but there seemed to be fire burning in their eyes.
The anger is like a tide.
Under the attraction of the Dark Mist Body, a large amount of anger surged towards Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping stood in the alley, carefully savoring the taste of this anger.
Hope, faith, and the desire to be more than ordinary.
The quality of this angry emotion was unexpectedly high. Even though these people were just ordinary people, the emotions they displayed at this moment were no less than those of the awakened ones.
Zhang Ping thought about it, and Ming Wu quickly changed from sportswear to clothes similar to farmers. He took advantage of the fact that it was still dark and blended quietly into the crowd.
He was very curious about where these people were going and what their purpose was.
As he walked, he felt something was wrong.
How come this direction is consistent with the Guilou where he wants to go
"These people... could they be... members of the Weili faction?"
Zhang Ping suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and an idea appeared out of nowhere in his mind.
He then used identification techniques on one of them, directly proving that these people were members of the Weili faction.
He walked forward calmly, gradually squeezing from a relatively back position to a relatively front position. He quickly locked onto several farmers with different temperaments.