The king's mainland talent plunder

Chapter 278

In another method, the wound on the face is exposed to light for three days.The evil blood will retreat, the wound will not be fatal,

But it will never heal, his appearance will become a monster, and he will live in endless nightmares.

The monarch Yingzheng remembered the story told by the sage.He reached out and took off the mask.The light fell on that pained face.

Bai Qi twitched, trying to grab something.But Ying Zheng took the mask off.

"I'll give it to you in three days."

He said.

At one time, novels about Emperor Xuanyong were as popular as novels about love in troubled times.It can be seen everywhere in the small stalls in the city of no one. The blood race uses the god of the flesh to exchange for power, so they have to ascend to heaven with bliss by holding these books.

Before they died, they forgot that they had no food, drink, and no treatment. The plots in the book took them to heaven quickly.

There are a thousand similar and different versions of the emotions experienced by the sovereign.Writers are very good at writing "similar but different" and "different but similar", and the most popular core has never changed: how the monarch gets along with a monster in the dark, the monarch abuses him, and the monster expresses endless love to him. loyalties; the difference is only in the form and degree of abuse and attachment.

When the general led his troops through the city gate for the first time, those book sellers couldn't dodge and left behind several books.The black and blood-colored words on the dilapidated print are splashed with fresh mud.General Meng flipped through a few pages, unable to read or understand. After reporting the war with the blood clan in the Southern Wilderness to the monarch, these books were placed on his desk.

The young monarch saw that the popular writers knew so much about human nature, they understood that the people here were accustomed to and longed to be happy with violence and abuse, and they were deeply moved by it.Is there a third kind of people in this land?People who don't make deals with blood clans, people who don't rely on fantasy power to survive, if there are, have they survived?
"They can't survive." In Jixia, scholars once again answered questions about this former student Ying Zheng. "For normal people to survive, they must rely on luck or the law. However, Xuanyong has never had a real law."

On the day of the legislation, it was rumored that the monarch did not like those street novels, and even rumors that he did not like all the books that were not good for him. He would hold a ceremony in front of the main hall to "welcome a bright future" and share these books with the authors behind them. And destroyed, their bones will be buried together in front of the eyes of the witnesses.

However nothing happened.He went up to everyone and said, "We don't need fire or light, because we don't live in darkness anymore." He returned the novels to the peddler.

Later, Bai Qi and Ying Zheng returned to the city of no man.

The city of no owner lies in the transition zone between Xuanyong and Nanhuang, and many people gather here to do business.The proliferation of knockoffs, simple livelihoods, and time-killing gadgets is a wellspring that nourishes a philosophy of pleasure.The Southern Wilderness gave it a ray of the scorching sun, and the cliffs of Xuanyong cast a small piece of shade on it.A young man is sitting by a small wooden cabinet. The cabinet is open. There are several layers inside. There are herbs, gauze, wine, books, and imitations of Ji Xia Que Xiao Qi on the top layer. He tilts his head and looks at the passers-by. .

Bai Qi was holding a book, which was borrowed by General Xuan Yongmeng at that time. After a few days, it was rumored that people like them were in danger of life.A few days later, he was called to Xuanyong and gathered in the square outside the main hall with many people, but the new monarch Ying Zheng returned the book to them without saying a word.

The neighbor next door said that he would never do such a stupid thing.

If the book is collected, immediately close the booth and hide for a while, or leave here.He even has a fully prepared bag ready to escape at any time.He warned, remember the place where you were born, this gap.In the cracks, the first essence of survival is to hide.It is happiness to hide for a while and still get the sun.

Bai Qi took the world lightly.If someone told him to go, he would go; if his book was returned, he would go. He was not afraid of the so-called power.If there is the sun, he will bask in it; without the sun in the gap, he can still shine.In his heart, there is an incomparably quiet light.

He flipped through the returned books, checked the pages, mended the damage, paying no attention to anyone else.On the other side of the alley, the new monarch is watching him.When he looked up, he was gone.

Bai Qi and the monarch walked in the city without an owner, and he followed the figure separated by a long distance with difficulty.He didn't hold a weapon but wore a mask. As soon as he stepped here, many eyes caught him in an instant, and then moved away inadvertently.Few saw the new monarch.He travels lightly, and is more sensitive than the gangsters here, swaying and walking in one place without making a sound.

He doesn't want to come here again.But the monarch insisted that he come with him, and he had a wish.

The last time he came here, Bai Qi found a mask, avoided the blood and eyes, walked out of the city gate in a trance, and returned to Xuanyong.

That was the return of the monarch Jixia, borrowing troops from Master Lu Ban, and joining forces with General Meng to confront the blood clan.

The fierce battle in Borderlands is the last battle, and the blood race will be completely driven back to the Southern Wilderness.At that time, Bai Qi also scorned the tribal leader Lian Po who came to support him.

Xuanyong's morale was high, and he praised the new monarch, honoring Bai Qi, the tough and unyielding warrior, as a symbol of victory.

In the next few years, the city of no man will also set off fireworks on this day to express respect and surrender to Xuan Yong.But on that day of that year, after Bai Qi withdrew his troops, no one could set off fireworks, because there were permanently sleeping people everywhere.

He was the last person to cross here that night.

That dreadful weapon was pressed on his back, it was heavy, and it was on his back for too long, he had never felt like this: his back seemed to be broken.Because of this, he lowered his head, and as far as he could see were countless still eyes.These eyes were also in his dreams afterward.

The face was slashed in battle, which happened to be an old wound.On the way to Jixia, he endured this.The source of the blood disease was attacked from this, and the sage treated him at that time and sealed the evil blood.Also, beware of this old wound.

Even if he covered his face, blood seeped out from his fingers, dripped, and pooled with all the blood on the ground.

The one who survived was about the same age as his father.Bai Qi walked over, lost his footing and fell.He propped himself up, sat on his knees, and asked him urgently how to stop the blood on his face.Perhaps he asked again how he could not see that he was bleeding.

The man said he didn't know.But if you don't want to see yourself bleeding, you can wear a mask.He is a blacksmith, and he has a custom-made mask left on hand.Take it if you need it urgently.

(End of this chapter)