The huge group of carriages drove on the bright sea of clouds, and the Tianma stepped on the white clouds as if stepping on the real thing. The wind blowing while running blew the soft and snow-white flocs into waves. This magnificent scene was so magnificent that Du Ze couldn't help but be attracted to all his attention, and even the blood and blood in the carriage was forgotten.
Suddenly, a sense of weightlessness hit, but it was Tianma who pulled the carriage and slammed into the sea of clouds below. A thick white fog passed quickly, and Du Ze only felt that his eyes were dark. The carriage had passed through the clouds, and what he saw was the Chaos Continent divided into pieces—a few interlaced white lines divided the Chaos Continent into several areas. Because of the distance, it is impossible to see what the "white line" is. I don't know if it was because he was accustomed to the brightness above the clouds, Du Ze felt that the Chaos Continent was dark and very dim, and the contrast at this moment really felt a sense of loss from the fall of the gods from the clouds to the mortals.
The group of carriages descended very fast, and Du Ze stared at the miniature black spot below which was getting bigger and closer, and finally what appeared in his field of vision was a palace of thousands of square meters. In front of the palace was a huge square, and a large area was cleared, just enough for the entire carriage to land.
As soon as the three of them got off the carriage, the soldiers who had been waiting at the gate of the palace for a long time blew their horns in unison, and the court mage released magic fireworks to give them a warm welcome.
"Welcome the Governor and the Inspector to the Eighth Heaven." The official at the front of the welcome queue led everyone to bow their heads and kneel in front of the carriage. "Your presence gives this place great honor."
From the corner of his eye, Du Ze glanced at the governor of "I shine, therefore I exist", well, it's really honorable. He couldn't help but compliment the welcome team who chose to kneel in front of the Governor: It's so tactful!
Facing the team leader's compliments, the Governor hummed arrogantly, and headed towards the palace arrogantly surrounded by the crowd. Xiu had released Old John, so Eric, who faced the three of them, seemed even more lonely. Seeing Eric looking over, the dwarf opened his small hand, and a small gray light jumped from his palm, passing between Eric's eyebrows. Xiu looked at the unharmed Eric, he said "what a pity", but there was not much regret in the amber eyes, but full of innocence and malice like a child's prank.
There is absolutely no doubt that if martial arts were not banned here, Xiu would definitely have killed Eric at that moment.
"Why are you two always dawdling?"
The Governor-General roared at the entrance of the palace, Xiu glanced at Eric, and then dragged Du Ze towards the army. Old John naturally followed, leaving Eric frozen in place. He stood motionless. After a long while, he finally walked silently.
The leader of the team was extremely enthusiastic and respectful. According to reports, he was the consul of the Eighth Heaven. The Eighth Heaven is a district name. The Chaos Continent of the Celestial Clan dungeon seems to be divided into several districts, each of which is named after the number of days. Du Ze found another page of Zhiqiu's heinous slacking behavior, which was basically the classification of heaven in Dante's Divine Comedy. According to this setting, the heaven is divided into nine layers of heaven, the first layer of heaven is at the bottom, and the ninth layer of heaven is the area closest to God. In "Hybrid", the first heaven of the Tianzu dungeon should be the area on the edge of the most chaotic continent, and the ninth heaven may be the place to meet the BOSS of the God of Light? Du Ze was actually quite at a loss. The main line of the mission of the Celestial Clan dungeon was still unclear. He originally thought it was an escort mission, but the fact that the previous attack was ineffective completely rejected his original conjecture. Let the climber do what.
At this time, a group of people were being warmly received by the consul. As the highest-ranking official of the Eighth Layer, the consul had been accompanying them all the time. Such a hard-working hospitality is not so much enthusiasm as it is to please their group. After leading the crowd to visit the palace, the consul arranged luxurious accommodation for them. That luminous body naturally had the best room, but when it was Shuu and Eric's turn, there was a little problem with the room allocation.
"I live with him?"
Xiu's voice didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he flatly asked him the question of sharing a room with Eric. It was this emotionless tone that made the consul on the opposite side break into a cold sweat.
"Lord Inspector, are you dissatisfied with this arrangement?"
In fact, the room that the Archon arranged for Xiu and Eric was very large, consisting of a common lounge and two bedrooms. Although the two bedrooms are next to each other, there are two separate private spaces when the door closes. But even so, the cute master seems to be unbearable that his old enemy is only a wall away from him.
"An eyesore."
The poor consul couldn't tell whether Xiu was saying that he was an eyesore, or that the other inspector was an eyesore so he didn't want to live together. At this time, Eric next to him also said: "Is there another room? I'll go there."
"I'm really sorry, the other rooms are not worthy of your status."
"It's okay, ordinary is fine."
The Archon stared at the light feathers on Eric's body and shook his head firmly. "This is out of order, you have a high status and you must have a room that matches your noble status."
He bowed deeply to Eric and Xiu: "Please let the two inspectors rest in this house."
No matter what Shuu or Eric said after that, the Archon maintained his 90-degree bow and mechanically repeated that sentence. The attitude of the tower is very clear, that is, to put Xiu and Eric in the same space. The stupid cute reader silently supported his glasses, and the mirror surface flashed a touch of reflection, ding.
Xiaosheng has seen through you, author.
This is a very common novel routine. Before the final decisive battle, the protagonist may have no sister or younger brother by his side, but he will definitely meet an old enemy, and then start their last fateful confrontation in the bleak cold wind. After some fighting, the old enemy Jun collapsed after exerting his residual heat, completing his life of giving experience to the protagonist, which is sad and weeping. Usually before the duel, the author who is experienced in sprinkling the blood of the dog will arrange a plot, and let the protagonist and the old enemy chat and talk in the cold wind first. After some conversation, both get to know each other better and resonate, but they still have to meet each other. This kind of "if not fate, we would be the best friends" plot is more popular with readers than pure pinch, especially some kind of lady group, they usually evolve a heart-to-heart talk into a talk sex.
In order to serve the vast number of readers, Yiyizhiqiu Juebiao also made a similar plot arrangement. You see, in order to let the cute master and Eric chat about xin (g), not only did he set the Tianzu dungeon as forbidden martial arts, In addition, Xiu and Eric were forced to play a double carriage play and a double bedroom play. Du Ze could fully imagine that there would be more double play waiting for Mengzhu and Shengzi in the next journey. One page Zhiqiu's evil intentions are so straightforward that some stupid cute can't stand it. The author just waved the flag next to the cute master and Eric and shouted: It's all set to this point, you guys can meet each other frankly !
Author, you are being naughty again.
Xiu clearly expressed his displeasure, and his wrinkled bun face looked very poking. Eric didn't object much. He looked at Du Ze and Xiu and seemed to be thinking about something. During the stalemate, a servant knocked on the door.
"Sir, the luncheon is ready."
The administrator finally exited the NPC mode and said to them attentively, "I held a welcome banquet for you, and I hope that the two adults will be there with honor."
Du Ze originally thought it was a small banquet, but he didn't expect the administrator to make such a grand event. The luncheon was held in gardens the size of four football fields, and the tables full of fine food and colorful plants looked both beautiful and delicious. The arrangement of everything at the banquet is very particular. People in full costumes come and go between the tables. The fountain formed by the wine spews snow-white foam in the air, which is full of extravagant taste.
Du Ze saw the Governor effortlessly, and even though the man was surrounded by a large group of people, he still couldn't stop his presence full of light. After Xiu and Eric, the people around them all looked at them with admiration and eagerness, and soon someone was the first to show their affection to them, and the words of praise were beyond words. This is the beginning, and more and more people, like tiny iron filings attracted by magnets, keep gathering. Eric was quickly surrounded by water, and there were many people on Xiu's side who wanted to approach. When Old John politely smashed a hole more than ten meters deep on the ground, no one dared to touch Xiu's bad head.
The two thus enjoyed a relatively quiet lunch. Old John went to the table to bring food for them. Du Ze stared at the mechanical puppet with two plates in his hands, four plates on his arms, two plates on his shoulders, and the top of his head. A plate, with a smile on his face, strode toward them. Du Ze and Xiu's ability to digest food was far behind Old John's supply speed, and a certain stupid cut out ten dishes with difficulty and died in battle.
"Drink something to digest?" Xiu suggested.
The speed at which Old John took the drinks was comparable to the speed at which he took the food. The drinks he brought were not only numerous, but also rich in variety. Du Ze looked at the goblets of various colors in front of him, his eyes dazzled. At this time, Xiu reached out and grabbed a goblet filled with blue-white liquid and held it up in front of Du Ze.
"I remember you liked the taste."
Du Ze took it subconsciously, he smelled the faint fruity fragrance, a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of unfamiliarity with a long memory.
"This is fruit water wine." Old John said with a smile: "Its production process is simple, the taste is mellow, and it will make people very warm when drinking, so it is very popular with mercenaries."
Du Ze finally remembered when he had drunk this kind of wine. When he was climbing the snowy mountain, the wine that Edie gave him had this taste. Du Ze took a sip, the familiar fruity fragrance bloomed between his lips and tongue, and flowed down his throat warmly, making him unable to take another sip.
After a few sips, the bottom of the cup is gone. As soon as Du Ze put down the empty wine glass, a new glass of fruity wine appeared under his eyes.
"There are many more here." Xiu said with his eyes bent.
Du Ze stared at the arc of the corner of Xiu's mouth, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis for some reason. A certain stupid cute asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to drink?"
"I'll drink it." Xiu handed the glass to Du Ze, and picked up a glass of fruity wine himself. Seeing this, Old John seemed a little hesitant to say anything: "Little Master, drinking will lead to consciousness..."
Before Old John could finish speaking, Xiu Jiang drank the fruit water and wine, and before the wine glass was put down, the man had already fallen.
"Beep."
The wine glass fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Du Ze hurriedly hugged the fallen Xiu, and the cute master lay softly in his arms, his eyes closed, obviously losing consciousness. The dwarf's long and curly eyelashes trembled with his breathing, his pale brown hair fell onto his face, and his white and tender face was rendered a faint blush by alcohol, which was simply a crime.
"Oh, I thought it would be like this." Old John shook his head helplessly, and smiled in a tone that he couldn't do with a child: "Little masters have always been good at drinking."
Du Ze sluggishly held the drunk Xiu, and his worldview was hit unprecedentedly.
It's not scientific! No matter which fantasy novel, the setting of the dwarf has always been an alcoholic, and the options given are "you give me a drink and I'll mess with you". The dwarves that appeared in "Mixed Blood" also carried forward the spirit of drinking and drinking, but what is the rhythm of the dwarf, who is the ancestor of the dwarves? !
Old John saw Du Ze's doubts and explained, "Drinking will numb the nerves, and dwarfs require the most precision when making machines, so the little masters will not drink."
...it's almost as powerful as racial talent. Du Ze looked at Xiu in the crook of his arms, the cute master is definitely not someone who doesn't know how to drink, but just because of the dwarf's delicate body and easy to get drunk.
In this state of being a cute master, he couldn't stay at the luncheon any longer. Old John sent the alarmed Archon to wait for the NPC. Du Ze carried Xiu up and left the luncheon to return to the previous double room. He carried Xiu into the bedroom on the left, and just as he put the sleepy dwarf on the big soft bed, he heard someone calling him.
"My Lord God."
Eric's voice came from far behind, and Du Ze looked back to see the blond and blue-eyed holy son standing at the door, smiling brightly at him.
When your best friend's nemesis calls to stop you, what do you do
A. Ignore him.
B. Take care of him.
When Du Ze was entangled in two options with a dignified expression on his face, Eric only did one thing, and let a certain stupid cutie choose B instead of the treatment.
"You left out your book." In Eric's hands, a certain evil little yellow book shone brightly.
[System: Dear, did you lose doujinshi, morality, or soap~ Please answer.]A certain stupid cute's heart was instantly filled with "WTF". During lunch, he sat with the doujinshi under his butt, and a series of events happened later made him completely forget the existence of that monster!
Why, unfortunately, was picked up by the old enemy again, huh...
Eric came over and handed the doujinshi to Du Ze. It was probably during the delivery that he caught a glimpse of the cover of the erogement book, and Eric paused slightly, as if remembering something that his neck was red. When Du Ze looked over, Lord Saint Son, who was always looking straight ahead, avoided his gaze for the first time.
Du Ze... Du Ze has stopped thinking about what kind of image he is in Eric's heart, he started to smash the jars and threw morals: What's wrong with men being perverted!
Doujinshi: Ruzi can be taught.
Seeing Du Ze calmly accepting the doujinshi, Eric quickly returned to normal. Although there was still some redness on his skin, he looked directly at Du Ze again, full of firmness as always, with undisguised joy and reverence.
"I can finally talk to you." Eric smiled brightly, and glanced at Xiu who was unconscious on the bed. "If he's awake, I can't talk to Lord Envoy."
Du Ze silently gave the Son of God his firmness. I got 32 likes, even though I knew he was a gentleman (changed) with a little yellow book with him, he still insisted that he was their savior. In fact, Du Ze also thought about whether to inquire about the news from Eric. It was this holy son who led him to be taken to the Temple of Light and meet the God of Light.
"My lord, why do you want to be with him?" Eric's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of offending Du Ze, but also as if he was afraid of awakening Xiu. "Why not destroy this heresy?"
"He's not a heretic!"
This was probably the first time in a long time that Du Ze had refuted others so loudly. The male voice with some subtle timbre was like ripples spreading out on the surface of the water, shaking the air slightly. Not only Eric, but also the speaker himself was stunned.
"… Lord God Envoy, my God has told me everything, he is indeed a heretic." Eric's tone became heavy. "Whether it is the connection between the front and the back of the continent, or the overlap between the realm of the gods and the continent, the Chaos Continent will become the current state of chaos because of his existence."
The Continent is clearly his masterpiece - well, it makes sense that the original text of "Mixed Blood" is Xiu's masterpiece. As for the overlap between the God Realm and the mainland, it was also caused by Xiu, so Du Ze felt that it was a bit of a nonsense. Shouldn't the god of light be blaming the cause of all the accident on Meng Zhu? !
"These are not the most important things. The most terrifying thing about him as a heretic is: that person will destroy the Chaos Continent!" Eric stared at Du Ze, not letting go of the black-haired youth's slightest tremor. "Master God, you know this..."
Of course he knew that whether it was a page of Zhiqiu outside the novel, or the time corridor inside the novel, they all directly showed him the doomed ending, but—
"So what."
"God's envoy... lord...?"
Eric's expression flashed disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the angel he admired would say such a thing. Du Ze didn't seem to see Eric's shock. He stared at Eric's blond hair, which was a shadeless color that always gave a good impression.
He knows that such a person has been betrayed and betrayed countless times so that that person has been denied. Whether it is the value of self-existence or the determination of self-existence, all have been denied by others.
[When you die, everyone will be happy.]
So the poor man didn't know who he was anymore, he broke down and became absolutely alone. Since there is no self-existence and no concept of being alive, that person treats everyone—including himself—as a symbol without a concept.
[But I am not happy. So to make me happy, let's all die, eh?]This is the protagonist in "Mixed Blood".
"He will destroy the world, and I will stop him." Du Ze said.
Eric's eyes lit up, and before he had time to be happy, he saw the black-haired young man opposite him saying indifferently and plainly: "You choose to kill, I choose to save, that's all."
Du Ze's eyes were obviously cold and meaningless, but Eric's heart seemed to be stabbed hard, and the bitter taste that came up could not tell whether he was angry or ashamed.
- Love all people, redeem sinners; let ordinary people believe in the light, and let the fallen return to the light, isn't this what the Temple of Light should advocate
The man was so sarcastic.
"I... believe that my god will not give up anyone who yearns for the light." Eric tried his best to defend Du Ze, he involuntarily reached out to Du Ze, as if he wanted to save something. "but-"
"Tear!"
Eric withdrew his hand suddenly, he glanced at his fingers subconsciously, and there was no wound on the tip of his hand - any attack here would be ineffective, and the sound of tearing silk just now was the sound of the other party tearing the space.
"Didn't I say it before?"
The attacker, who had nearly severed Eric's finger, narrowed his scarlet eyes, and his fan-like ear fins opened slightly.
"Don't touch him, trash!"
The author has something to say: The author: Love and frankly meet.
Protagonist (to drag the reader away): Well, let's meet in plain clothes.
Reader: ... what's wrong! QAQ