If possible, Fang Shan hopes that the silence will be longer to give each other a chance to think independently.
However, the fragrance of the flowers on the Master of the Palace of the Dead was too fragrant and pungent. Fang Shan took the initiative to speak again: "It is easy to apply makeup and powder and readjust the outline."
The master of the Palace of the Dead remained silent and looked at him with a soft whip in his hand, unable to tell whether his eyes were looking at a living person or a corpse.
Fang Shan seemed completely unaware: "Does the palace master think my appearance is not beautiful?"
Even the master of the Palace of the Dead could not nod his head and say yes without conscience. This face looks very innocent at first glance, but when Fang Shan takes off the hosta from her hair and matches it with her long hair, she looks inexplicably coquettish.
The face he showed during the day was much colder and could easily inspire people's desire to conquer.
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead stared at him for a long time, and finally hung the whip back on his waist. The biggest reason was that the other party did not essentially violate the principles of the Palace of the Dead, and his face was still beautiful and had a unique charm.
Seeing that he turned around and left without saying a word, Fang Shan tilted his head and said softly to Wei Su Shen: "This palace master is also a wonderful person. He didn't even ask us why we came out when the moon was dark and the wind was high."
The Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace, who had already walked away, suddenly stopped, turned his face slightly and said: "There are many people with evil intentions in this palace, and you are not special."
The Gu worm in Wei Sushen's arms twisted restlessly twice, Fang Shan made a silent gesture, and looked at the Gu worm and said, "That's it." Not long after, he walked back to his garden, and after entering the room, he said: "The master of the Palace of the Dead may understand snake language."
Wei Sushen showed no fluctuations. Compared to the system, which could even understand insect language, this seemed to be nothing.
"Fortunately." Fang Shan leaned on the bedside: "He should be there specifically to block people. If he rashly pulls out the Forgettable Grass, there will inevitably be a life-and-death battle tonight."
Wei Sushen suddenly laughed softly: "If I had known earlier, I should have brought a fake grass from home to replace it."
Fang Shan thought about the picture, and suddenly he was like a fish, laughing so hard that his cheeks were shaking: "The Master of the Palace of the Dead is not blind."
The two of them had a rare joke and no longer wasted time to rest.
The weather was slightly cool the next day, so Fang Shan got up very early and started his fake Forget-the-Love Grass imitation project. Wei Sushen came over after washing up and heard him murmuring alone: "I planted a few seeds in the spring, and I will harvest countless imitations in the autumn."
What follows is a series of parallel sentences, ranging from seeds to objects of communication. After hearing that he intended to gain countless boyfriends, Wei Sushen finally couldn't help but ask: "How many days will it take to plant it?"
Fang Shan: "It can take as little as three days and as many as five days."
Wei Sushen nodded, jumped to the roof, looked at the entire Palace of the Dead, and slowly said four words: "It's loose on the outside and tight on the inside."
Fang Shan also felt this. Although there were no guards on the surface, the defense of the Palace of the Dead was actually impregnable.
After breakfast, he took advantage of digestion and walked around in a small area. Fang Shan glanced at several places: "There are many different varieties being planted."
The vegetation in the Palace of the Dead pays attention to the mutual reinforcement and restraint of each other. If you are not careful, you will go from heaven to hell. I still remember that yesterday it was like a deserted place, but today I could meet two or three disciples of the Palace of the Dead from time to time. Just when Fang Shan was curious, he saw a familiar figure and walked over to say hello.
The mountain patrol disciple also smiled when he saw him, his beauty was touching, and he felt refreshed when he saw a good face so early in the morning.
Fang Shan expressed his doubts directly and asked why there were so many people in the palace today.
The disciple who patrolled the mountain said: "In two days the palace will host a banquet for the guests."
Fang Shan raised his eyebrows: "The reason?"
The patrolling disciple showed a very meaningful smile: "The palace master often holds banquets, including poetry gatherings, flower appreciation parties, and birthday banquets are even more grand."
At this point, he originally wanted to pat Fang Shan on the shoulder, but in Wei Sushen's eyes he put down his hand: "I'm going to the back mountain to practice martial arts first."
Fang Shan smiled and waved.
There is no airtight wall in the world, and there are many beauties like them living idle in the Palace of the Dead. Some acquaintances often gather together in the pavilion to enjoy the scenery and chat. Fang Shan can occasionally capture a message or two when passing by.
But he soon realized that there was no need to waste his efforts. The master of the Palace of the Dead had no intention of hiding anything, and even deliberately called these outsiders living in the palace together. Fang Shan glanced around, everyone had their own differences. When he was looking at others, everyone's eyes were looking here. To be precise, it was Wei Su Shen who had strange expressions.
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead also noticed this, and he did not mind watching the excitement: "Beauties are like flowers, and they all want to be the peonies among the flowers. You are new here, why not judge who is the most outstanding among them."
Wei Sushen did not shirk, and glanced at the person nearby casually: "Nine points worse than my brother."
The difference between one line and one line was already insulting, so Wei Sushen immediately used nine lines.
Fang Shan glanced at the host who was calmly drawing hatred for him, and silently looked away.
Wei Sushen pointed to another person: "They are thousands of miles apart."
The face of the person he pointed out was distorted with anger. If it weren't for the presence of the Palace Master of the Dead Souls Palace, he would probably rush forward to fight for his life.
Wei Sushen's eyes finally came to rest on a rebellious man, and he faintly said four words: "The world is separated forever."
“…”
The scene was very quiet. Fang Shan glanced at the face of the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace and shook his head. I am afraid that even the latter did not expect that Wei Sushen could dominate the entire audience by himself. Some people couldn't help but protest: "I was insulted by such an ugly person. Please give me an explanation, Palace Master."
As soon as he spoke, the whole scene was like an explosion, and everyone started to criticize. There were men and women among them, and their voices were intertwined. It didn't feel like a wet market, but more like music.
Fang Shan curled his lips, even the voice was taken into consideration in the so-called beauty pageant of the Palace of the Dead, and he scolded everyone as if they were singing.
The master of the Palace of the Dead raised his hand slightly and immediately became quiet.
This aspect proves that he has a high prestige, at least there is fear in the eyes of these people.
Everyone thought he was going to say something, but from beginning to end, no words came out. About halfway through the incense stick, a disciple knocked on the door and came in. He clasped his fists and said, "The person has been brought here."
Behind him stood about twenty people, a group of people who had previously chosen to live in the town. With so many people gathered together at once, everyone felt more or less uneasy.
The Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace waited for them all to sit down and said, "Don't be nervous. I called you here today just to ask, how do I, Mr. Liu, treat you all on weekdays?"
Someone immediately said: "Gongzhi Bo Yuntian."
Others echoed one after another, but Fang Shan and Wei Su Shen were the only ones who remained silent throughout the process. The Lord of the Palace of the Dead looked at them: "Why don't you two speak?"
Fang Shan: "We brothers are new here, and we haven't experienced how good it is yet." His eyes swept over everyone in turn: "At least we don't experience it as deeply as some people."
Fang Shan is extremely keen on the art of language. Once he agrees, it is estimated that the Palace Master of the Necromancer Palace will then say, "I have an unkind feeling today, and I hope everyone will lend a helping hand in the name of past friendship."
The Lord of the Palace of the Dead smiled slightly and tapped his index finger twice on the table next to him: "You must have heard the news, and many forces will arrive in the near future."
Without giving them much time to react, he said directly: "At that time, I will announce my participation in the competition for the leader of the martial arts alliance next year."
A simple sentence suddenly caused a storm. There were all smart people present, and they vaguely guessed what he wanted to do. Some people stood up immediately: "I have been taking care of the palace master these years, and I suddenly thought of something urgent at home..."
"How urgent are you?" The master of the Palace of the Dead seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
The man gritted his teeth and said, "My father is seriously ill and I have no choice but to..."
When he said this, his pupils suddenly dilated, and what he spoke was not words. His lips opened and closed and spit out blood foam. When he lowered his head, he saw that a bloody hole had been opened in his chest at some point.
The master of the Palace of the Dead seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "I'm afraid that you will delay your journey, so I can't help but help."
The body was quickly dragged out, leaving two distinct blood marks on the ground.
The owner of the Palace of the Dead narrowed his eyes: "This is the Palace of the Dead, not the Charity Hall. You still need to think clearly before making a decision."
In the tense atmosphere, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were the calmest. Fang Shan even felt that he could find time to figure out each other's intentions.
As one of the four major forces in the world, the Palace of the Dead is naturally qualified to run for the leadership of the martial arts alliance, but given that the palace leader is a man, everything becomes a bit tricky.
"The world respects strength and does not differentiate between men and women." A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace: "Others can be the leader of the martial arts alliance, so why can't I be the leader?"
Where there is oppression, there is resistance. This has been a social law since ancient times.
Fang Shan lowered his head and smiled when everyone had different thoughts.
The face of the Palace Master of the Dead Souls Palace returned to softness: "On the day of the banquet, I hope that everyone will show respect and attend on time."
To put it bluntly, it means forcing people to take sides.
Fang Shan guessed that there might be more to these people than just their appearance. There must be something that the Lord of the Palace of the Dead could take notice of and take advantage of.
Sure enough, the Palace Master of the Palace of the Dead fixed his gaze on a man in purple: "Brother Zhang was kicked out because of family fighting, but I, the Palace of the Dead, took you in."
The man smiled bitterly: "Even if I want to help, I am unable to do so."
"Really?" The Lord of the Palace of the Dead sneered: "But I heard that this three-year battle came to an end not long ago, and your biological sister won. I'm afraid she still wants to take you back secretly. "
The expression of the man in purple suddenly changed.
Fang Shan noticed that the eyes of everyone present were averting, and some seemed to be thinking about countermeasures. In his opinion, it was just a waste of effort. The Master of the Palace of the Dead uses both soft and hard tactics as standard, and he is still soft now. Maybe he has secretly given these people chronic poison just in case they need it.
At the moment, the master of the Palace of the Dead is pretending to be generous. After saying a few words, he did not ask them to make a decision on the spot and let them go.
After everyone dispersed, Fang Shan and Wei Sushen were left alone. The master of the Palace of the Dead smiled and said, "I left you here on a whim. Isn't it time to show your worth now?"
While speaking, his fingers gently caressed the soft whip, like gently touching a lover. Fang Shan had no doubt that if they hesitated even slightly, the other party would rush forward and take their lives.
"Of course I am in the Palace Master's camp," Fang Shan smiled: "I am also very dissatisfied with the unequal system."
The Palace Master of the Dead Souls Palace's eyes darkened: "Anyone can say nice things."
Fang Shan: "I am willing to prove it with actions."
"oh?"
Fang Shan: "On the day when the palace master holds a banquet for the martial arts heroes, I will announce the marriage in public."
Without any warning, he grabbed Wei Sushen's hand and intertwined with it: "Our marriage is a resistance to the unequal system, a declaration of fighting for freedom, and..."
"Wait!" The Lord of the Palace of the Dead stared at him: "What did you just say?"
Fang Shan: "It's about inequality..."
"The previous sentence."
"We decided to get married."
"!!!"
Fang Shan didn't even look at the expression of the Palace Master of the Dead Soul Palace at this moment, and said to himself: "I want to be a man that no woman in the world can get. This is the greatest revenge on the world."
After a pause, he suddenly stood up and made an impassioned speech: "At the same time, I want to issue a call to men all over the world who have been treated unfairly, so that they can actively respond and fundamentally dismantle this system in which women are superior to men. I want to..."
Snapped!
The porcelain bottle fell to the ground and fell into pieces. Fang Shan was interrupted in his excitement. He looked over displeasedly and saw that the master of the Palace of the Dead, who had always been calm and self-possessed, now had his fingers trembling slightly.
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