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One stone stirs up a thousand waves! Countless people in the prehistoric world who knew the inside story were shocked by this news.
Why are there so many people competing for the "Sanpo Gourd Fragments" when they are released
It's not that the gourd fragments are precious, the reason for the competition is simply that the gourd fragments may contain clues to the "Hongmeng Purple Qi".
Just a possibility, many people have already fought to death for it.
So... does "The Descendant of Red Cloud" know the whereabouts of "Hongmeng Purple Qi"? Could it be that "Hongmeng Purple Qi" has already fallen into the hands of "The Descendants of Hongyun"
Compared with "Gourd Fragments", "Red Cloud Descendants" are more valuable.
As a result, countless people in the prehistoric world who paid attention to "Hongmeng Ziqi" began to search the world for the whereabouts of "The Descendant of Red Cloud".
"Hey, Pindao... He did it on purpose."
In a restaurant in Liangjieguan, Li Yu stood in front of the window with a wine bottle, looking down at Mr. Long who was dejected and at the lowest point in his life, with a smile on his face.
At this moment, Mr. Long is no longer full of energy and high spirits.
The treasure was taken away, and the admirers around him had already abandoned him. The depressed Mr. Long was restored to his original form of "Diaosi" by the Great Compassion Curse of the Great Compassionate Demon Lord.
"It turns out... everything is a mirror image!"
Recalling his "cuckold" career before "time travel", Mr. Long's face was full of misery and depression.
"Will hanging silk always be hanging silk? I am not willing to accept it!"
After losing the treasure, the closest follower around him actually united with the evil monks from the two realms and robbed Mr. Long completely. The high-spirited young martial artist has fallen into despair.
"Heaven will bestow great responsibilities on this people..."
"Get away! You stinking beggar!"
Mr. Long is still undergoing "psychological construction", regaining his confidence from the "low point in life" and rising again.
However... a passerby kicked him to the ground, making Mr. Long realize the reality.
"Why? Why? Am I not the protagonist? Isn't this a test on my way forward? Why is this happening?"
Mr. Long clenched his fists tightly. The words "stinky beggar" were like a sharp blade, deeply piercing Mr. Long's heart. It really hurt! It hurts!
"Eh? Isn't this Mr. Long? Among men, he is the dragon and the phoenix, he is the dragon! Hahahaha!"
A young man in a brocade robe glanced arrogantly at the downtrodden Young Master Long and laughed loudly, "Young Master Long? Damn! It's worse than bullshit!"
The young man in brocade robe held his head high, reached out and took out a broken piece of silver, and threw it casually in front of Mr. Long.
"Looking at the acquaintance, I am not a person who does not miss old times. Come, I will reward you with a piece of silver and let you have a full meal. This can be regarded as my good deeds."
Swinging his sleeves contemptuously, the young man in the brocade robe laughed loudly and walked over with great arrogance.
"asshole!"
Mr. Long's face was red with anger and his whole body was shaking.
The person just now was one of Mr. Long’s former followers. It was they who colluded with outsiders to rebel, robbed Mr. Long of all his treasures, and severely injured him, crippling his cultivation.
Now, he was insulted in person again. This hatred and hatred are irreconcilable!
"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"
Mr. Long clenched his fists tightly, roared to the sky, and shouted out a "classic saying" that shocked the world.
Then…
He was greeted with a burst of laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"A beggar, still talking nonsense?"
"Why bother with him? Maybe we will see his body in the stinking ditch tomorrow."
The contempt of passers-by made Mr. Long's heart feel like a knife stabbing him. He was heartbroken and ashamed.
The high-spirited young martial artist, the young monk with a bright future, has fallen into such a state of desolation. Why is this
Mr. Long's eyes were red, his chest was heaving, and he was breathing heavily.
"Why? Because... Pindao just chose you!"
Li Yu smiled and shook his head, "Well, since you shouted 'Don't bully young people into poverty', Pindao will give you a chance."
Mr. Long's so-called "time travel" was made up by Li Yu.
In order to bring the "Successor of Hongyun" to life, Mr. Long was used as an introduction and went through a lot of troubles.
Therefore, Mr. Long's current situation was really caused by Li Yu.
"The protagonist Long Aotian, who has great luck, every time he suffers a setback, is an opportunity to get a chance to rise again. Some stories about falling off a cliff and finding a treasure, or discovering a treasure after a big defeat are all very classic plots."
Li Yu picked up the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp. He already had an idea in his mind, "The Descendants of Red Cloud or something, of course we have to release some smoke bombs."
Therefore, Mr. Long was used as a cover by Li Yu again, and he planned to make him the "Successor of Red Cloud".
Night falls.
The two realms at night become more dangerous. In the darkness, all kinds of sins emerge.
"I can't stay down like this, I must rise again! I will definitely rise again!"
Mr. Long dragged his seriously injured body and staggered into an alley, holding on to the wall.
This is the place chosen by Young Master Long.
During the day, Mr. Long found a dilapidated house in this alley. Although the doors collapsed and the house was overgrown with weeds, it was still better than sleeping on the streets.
Moving his body step by step, Mr. Long endured the drama and walked to the dilapidated house with difficulty.
Walking into the dilapidated house, Mr. Long discovered that this dilapidated house seemed to have been a temple. In a house covered with weeds and piled with broken tiles and ruins, there was actually a half-broken statue of a god.
Only two legs of the statue were intact, and the upper half was completely turned into rubble, making it impossible to tell the story.
Mr. Long didn't have the intention to see where it came from.
Leaning against the stone platform of the statue, he slowly sat down. Young Master Long gasped for air. His body was severely injured and in severe pain, making Young Master Long almost collapse to the ground.
"I've finally seen it through. Fame, prestige, and glory are all illusory. Power, only power is the most important."
A look of perseverance appeared on Young Master Long's face. The arrogance and arrogance that he once had, and the ambition that he once had, have faded away in his heart, leaving only depth and determination, and...the desire for power.
"Brother, that stinking beggar is right here."
At this time, several black shadows suddenly appeared outside the dilapidated house. The evil in the darkness has emerged.
"Brother, it is said that this guy was once a monk with a good reputation. Can we deal with him?"
A dark figure seemed a little nervous and very afraid of the monk's power.
"What are you afraid of? His cultivation has been destroyed. Hey, Master Black Soul needs some good corpses to refine corpse soldiers. This former monk will definitely be able to sell them at a good price."
As he said that, several black figures rushed into the dilapidated house, drew their swords, and pointed them at Young Master Long who was slumped beside the statue.
"A robber? Haha! I didn't expect that I, Mr. Long, would die at the hands of a few unscrupulous robbers."
When Mr. Long saw these thieves, his heart was full of misery, and he felt a deep sense of unwillingness.