Back Off, Let Me Come

"Pah, you don't have much ability, but your moves are quite fancy!"

There was a gust of cold wind around him, and Gong Yang Yongye spat out a mouthful of blood foam, with a fierce and sharp look on his brows that only appeared in his youth. The hundreds of ghosts engraved on the blade made a shrill ghost cry, and the ghost faces were looming, and spider-web-like cracks spread from a small crack to the entire blade.

He didn't even look at it.

He was stuck deep in a rock pit on the cliff, with his leg armor shattered and several inches of bones exposed.

"After reading Buddhist scriptures for a few years, do you really think you are the Buddha?"

The sword energy only lasted for a few breaths before it dissipated completely, but the countless strands of golden light lingered around the old friend. At first glance, the old man's appearance really had some of the charm of the Buddha's incarnation, but it was a pity that there was no mercy in the words he spoke.

"I still have the strength to fight again, can you still strike a second time to save your life?" The old friend's arms were bleeding, flesh and blood were flying, and the bones were visible. But he seemed to be unaware of the pain, just looking at Gong Yang Yongye's embarrassed appearance and sneered twice.

He thought he could deal with Gongyang Yongye this time, but he didn't expect that this old guy who had been lying down for decades suddenly sat up and stood up for a short time, which made him angry, amused and helpless.

It would have been fine if Gongyang Yongye had fully stood up and killed him with one blow, but he just did a sit-up and feinted, which gave him some hope of defeating him but he still couldn't take his life. This was disgusting.

How is this different from fishing with fake bait?

He doesn't even want to give himself his life, and yet you call him an old friend?

Gong Yang Yongye put his tongue against his cheek and spat out the blood that had stained his mouth. He stared at his old friend with a sharp gaze, but when his voice reached his ears again, it was [transmitted into secret]: [Old thing, are you really unwilling to tell me the truth? No matter how you broke through to this point, how could such a domineering secret technique not damage your foundation? Are you determined to fight to the death? ]

The public chat was turned on, and Gongyang Yongye was talking to his old friend in the identity of Kangguo camp, but he used [Sound Transmission into Secret], which meant that it was just a private relationship between Gongyang Yongye and his old friend. If the latter had any difficulties, how could Gongyang Yongye, with his personality, stand by and watch him die?

The old friend's eyes flickered a few times.

Just when Gong Yangyongye thought that he really didn't repent, there was finally movement in the private chat: [Hey, isn't it because the Central Branch is implicated so widely? If not - do you really think I'm joining in the fun? Not to mention working for these high-minded and low-skilled people. ]

When you are in the world, how can you avoid getting hurt?

Whether it is the court or the underworld, it is all about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

[Well, to be honest, I must win this round, even if the opponent is you.] There are many difficulties in the words of the old friend, and now is not the occasion to talk about it in detail. He dared to name Gongyang Yongye and let him go, so he was naturally confident.

It can be seen that the talks broke down.

Just as the old friend kicked Gong Yang Yongye away, the latter's voice came into his ears: [Fuck, why didn't you say it earlier? You just want to win, is it worth it to fight me so hard? My knife is broken! You owe them a favor, and you also owe me a favor. We have been friends for decades, and I won't make you feel embarrassed. How about it? ]

The old friend said coldly: [Speak human language.]

When Gong Yangyongye thought about what he was going to say later, he couldn't help but smile: [I will let you win for sure, and you should help me delay for a little while. After the matter is done, whether Zhongbu wins or Kangguo wins, I can keep you safe! ]

To put it simply, it is a matter of everyone taking what they want and staging a fake match.

Both parties can achieve their goals.

The old friend narrowed his eyes slightly. He had a smiling face like Maitreya Buddha, but he actually grabbed the throat with a palm and killed it: [Delay time? ]

Where is Kangguo planning to launch a sneak attack from behind?

The fake Buddha seemed benevolent and harmless, but in fact, he quickly discovered what secret Gong Yang Yongye, the big mouth, had leaked. But this idiot said: [Winning or losing is theirs, but your life is yours! ]

He is just a reinforcement from outside, why should we fight for his life?

The old friend chanted the Buddha's name: [Amitabha! ]

He didn't say yes or no, he just said: "I now believe that you were forced to wade into this muddy water. It is impossible for Mr. Shen to take the initiative to recruit you to his account and use you. It's a waste of time."

It must be said that Gongyang Yongye is indeed suitable to be a male expert and a fertility doctor, but not suitable for dealing with people in official circles.

As soon as he opens his mouth, he betrays his own secrets.

Which lord can endure this?

Gongyang Yongye was silent for a while, then realized that he had indeed caused a big disaster. He suddenly had the intention to kill, and tried to make up for it in a hurry: […Is it too late to kill and silence the witness? ]

Old friend: [It’s too late. ]

With this brain, Gongyang Yongye still said he wanted to have a child himself. Not to mention how to give birth to a boy, even if Gongyang Yongye really had this organ, he felt that the child's life would be bleak. The beginning of the collapse of the sky, born with developed limbs and a shrunken brain.

He knew very well that it was not Gongyang Yongye who was in a dilemma, but him. What would it matter if he knew secrets that he shouldn't know? He had no chance to pass on the news alive, and knowing more would only be another death warrant. Would the other party give him a chance to speak? On the other hand, Gongyang Yongye, if he figured it out, could do a sit-up and kill him here with one knife.

Damn, I hate this old thing the most!

If you want to cheat, just cheat. No matter how hard you try, you can’t resist.

With decades of tacit understanding between doctors and patients, the two knew each other's intentions just by looking at each other, and began to play a fake match seriously. At their current level, the form of power expression has gradually tended to the realm of "from complex to simple", hiding the strongest power that can break mountains under the simple surface, seemingly silent but actually containing thunder. An expert can see the cold sweat on his body, while an outsider just thinks it's boring, not as exciting as the fight between two second-class top-grades.

It is difficult to go from complex to simple, but it is not easy to go from simple to complex?

In such a strange battlefield with special restrictions, even a 20th-rank Che Hou would not be able to figure out the true power behind the two's noisy moves. It was a legitimate match.

The only flaw is timing.

[Old man, that's enough, isn't it? If you drag it on any longer, I'll be suspected too.] A match-fixing match can't be dragged on forever, but it can be dragged on for a few sticks of incense. Unfortunately, the strength of the two and the special battlefield make it impossible to achieve this.

The time is almost up, so quit while you're ahead.

Gong Yang Yongye, whose face was bruised and swollen, also felt that it was enough.

[Okay, that's it! ]

Gong Yang and Yong Ye exchanged glances quickly on the cliff side, and together they made a huge noise. Taking advantage of the chaos, he escaped back to the formation with his injuries. His old friend gave chase symbolically, but was forced back by an arrow from Shen Tang. He looked at Gong Yang Yong Ye's back angrily, and said harshly: "Old Gong Yang, you are a cowardly rat. You lost this round. Do you accept it?"

"Pooh!"

He spat at his old friend who was standing on the iron chain, gasping for breath.

He lost the fight, but he was stubborn: "How can you be called a hero if you take advantage of someone's misfortune? You are just a false phoenix that was forcibly promoted by shady means. Do you really think you are a real dragon?"

These two sentences made the old friend murderous.

Gongyang Yongye cursed so vulgarly that he regretted not hitting him lightly just now.

"Hmph, you can keep talking tough for a while. When the two armies fight, I will take your head!" The two old guys cursed at each other across the mountains and clouds. If the central allied forces hadn't called their men back, they could have continued to curse for three or five rounds.

Shen Tang thought that Gongyang Yongye would lose. After all, Lao Deng had been slacking off for a long time. He always maintained the attitude of "I don't have much money to fight for", and he always kept his cool. But she didn't expect him to be able to maintain such a good attitude after losing the battle. It turned out that he didn't feel bad at all whether he won or lost unless he lost his own wealth. But, since he had already lost, what else could she do?

"My Lord, you have great endurance."

Although he lost the fight, Gongyang Yongye exceeded the delay target in this round, so Shen Tang couldn't say that he was unreliable. For an elite division, the loss of morale in a fight would not affect the overall situation. Gongyang Yongye wiped the blood from his nose and said, "Hmph, it's good to know. I, Gongyang Yongye, have been upright all my life, but this is the first time I've done such a shameful thing."

For a military commander, it is shameful to have a fake match.

Not only will their abilities be questioned, but their character will also be put on the pillar of shame. Anyone with a bit of shame would rather die in glory than live in disgrace.

Gong Yang Yongye made a great sacrifice this time.

Shen Tang knew the meaning of the music, and her eyes flickered. She immediately guessed the secret of Gong Yang Yongye's persistence. He might have reached a shady deal with his old friend in private. She glanced at Xiang and was about to ask Luo San to go down and try.

Unexpectedly, someone else got there first.

"Your Highness, I am willing to fight!"

The gentle and clean voice doesn't sound like that of a warrior.

Everyone's eyes fell on the usually quiet Jimo Qiu, and some even had doubts in their eyes - they didn't know much about Jimo Qiu, but the latter had been following the master for many years, and had a face similar to Gongxichou, which made it difficult for those generals who had fought with Gongxichou to ignore him.

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Is Jimo Qiu a warrior?

Isn't he a literati?

Although the Lord did not directly confer the title of "Kangguo High Priest" on Jimo Qiu, he was still called "High Priest" on weekdays. She called him so many times that the ministers would occasionally call him "High Priest", and people like Qishan preferred to call him Jimo Langjun.

After talking about the title, let’s look at the attire.

In autumn, people in Jimo wear wide robes and big sleeves in the style of literati all year round.

Her temperament is as gentle as water, which is completely different from her younger brother's style.

Isn't it reasonable that one of these brothers is a scholar and the other a warrior?

Some people also realized later that the Jimo Qiu brothers were both warriors. How did they develop the stereotype of being a scholar?

Shen Tang hesitated for a moment: "The high priest is going to die?"

Jimo Qiu said: "I am willing to issue a military order."

Once these words are spoken, it’s either win or die!

Some military generals spoke out against it and did not trust Jimo Qiu very much.

The latter rarely took action, and even though he had a face very similar to Gongxichou, he never gave people a sense of oppression. He looked gentle and polite, but he was not very reliable. Moreover, the high priest had always appeared in the world as an auxiliary, so was it okay for him to fight against the general?

Military orders are no joke.

If things go wrong, not only will he be irresponsible for his own life, but he will also be playing with the lives of the soldiers. Facing the doubts, Jimo Qiu smiled good-temperedly: "Am I too good-tempered?"

Shen Tang swallowed back his words of dissuasion.

The general had also received Jimo Qiu's treatment, so he spoke to save his face: "Fighting generals is no joke, high priest, think twice."

Just give me a way out.

Jimo Qiu: “…”

It turns out that he seems too easy to talk to.

If it were Gong Xichou, I'm afraid no one would say no.

Jimo Qiu raised his hand and released a red martial energy that covered his entire body. After the flames burned, his robes turned into white clothes and red armor, and his wooden staff burned out, leaving only the long sword. At this time, everyone could see that the body wrapped in the high priest's wide robes for many years was clearly a standard warrior's physique.

And his breath—

Gongyang Yongye was stunned for a moment.

Pointing at Jimo Qiu, he asked, "The peak of the Great Shuchang? Him?"

He was one of the few people present who had seen Jimo Qiu fight. He even beat up Gongxichou and his brother at once, forcing Jimo Qiu to rescue them. It had only been a short time, but Jimo Qiu's strength had surpassed Gongxichou's. Was this really reasonable?

A group of generals: "???"

Isn’t the pinnacle of the Great Shuchang the eighteenth rank?

Is Gongyang Yongye just one step away from becoming Guannei Hou?

Even Qishan and the others were a little surprised.

It's no wonder they reacted this way. Jimo Qiu had been serving as Shen Tang's bodyguard for many years. Unless there were special circumstances, he would clock in for full attendance, which made all the guards feel inferior. Guards had to be paid for their duties, but Jimo Qiu was paying for his work.

It's too cruel. I can't compete with such a person.

Fortunately, he didn't like to show off, and he never sought a position for himself, which made the officials unable to see what he was after. How could there be someone in this world who would pay for work? He didn't seek fame or wealth, so could he be plotting against his master?

That's not right. Officials recommended him to be the emperor's attendant, but he didn't add fuel to the fire. His presence is faint, his words are faint, his actions are faint. This style confuses many old-timers who claim to see through the world of interests and can't guess his thoughts.

[It's not possible that he is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, right? 】

Shen Tang's eyes also showed a little surprise, but his face remained calm, as if he had known it for a long time: "Are you envious? If you had such a good talent like him, and a sucker who was willing to [enlightenment], you would probably be able to reach this step earlier."

It's not that Shen Tang was mocking Jimo Qiu, but he was stating a fact. Gong Xichou had complained that his brother was obsessed with witchcraft, and that he put 70% to 80% of his energy into practicing magic, and that he was only active in training his martial arts, and that he was not enthusiastic about fighting.

If he had been more diligent, the martial energy that the unlucky Cui Che Hou had infused into him would have been completely absorbed two years ago, and it would have been no problem for his martial courage to advance to the 19th level of Guannei Hou. But Jimo Qiu didn't have the enthusiasm, and Gong Xichou couldn't stop him no matter how he tried.

Gong Yang Yongye: "..."

Luo San: “…”

Jimo Qiu said: "Your Highness, I am not interested in this."

To the high priest, anything other than divine magic is unorthodox.

Jimo Qiu put on that talkative face, walked slowly towards the iron chain, and said gently: "I am Jimo Qiu, please go to die!"

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I recently read a youth campus novel. Ah, the love between boys and girls made the corpses warm up a lot. It made me, a person who is keen on fighting and killing, want to try it too.