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Under the blue sky and the wild grassland, a man in white robe was riding a donkey backwards, holding a straw stalk in his mouth and humming a tuneless tune. He looked extremely chic and happy.

The donkey snorted and continued to move forward without complaint.

Later, the man in white robe simply lay down on the donkey and fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but a black spot suddenly appeared on the horizon. At the same time, the man in white robe opened his eyes, his eyes were awake and not sleepy at all.

The black spots became clearer and clearer. It turned out to be a Taoist in black with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Before he landed, his voice came first: "Bai Ze! You are quite leisurely. Do you know how long I have been looking for you?!"

Bai Ze sat up from the donkey and asked lazily: "Is there anything? Don't be impatient, speak slowly."

Hei Mei's anxious eyes were almost on fire, and he gasped and asked, "Did you kill Jiu Ying?"

Bai Ze's expression immediately became serious: "Jiu Ying was killed?" He figured out the key almost immediately, "Someone framed the blame on me?"

Hearing what he said, Heimei took a deep breath and immediately relaxed: "So, it wasn't you who killed him?"

Bai Ze rolled his eyes at him and said coolly: "Am I crazy?"

"It's okay if it's not you." Heimei said happily: "Although I don't know who put the blame on you, as long as you explain it clearly to His Majesty, Your Majesty will definitely believe you."

Bai Ze was silent for a moment, then asked quietly: "Your Majesty, will you really believe me?"

The black eyebrow looked at him in surprise, and replied without thinking: "Your Majesty has always understood justice, how could he not believe you?"

Bai Ze looked at him deeply and changed the subject: "Who told you that I killed Jiu Ying?"

The black eyebrows frowned, and worry flashed in his eyes: "No one needs to tell me. This matter has been spread throughout the entire demon clan! It is said that a little demon saw it with his own eyes and said that you were preventing Jiuying from causing floods and killing cannibals. In the process, he accidentally killed him."

Bai Ze sneered: "The people behind the scenes really understand me. It sounds like I did this kind of thing."

"Yes." Heimei asked, "Have you offended anyone recently?"

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows and resumed his lazy sitting posture. He put his head in his hands and sat cross-legged on the donkey's back. He said with a smile: "I have offended so many people. How can I remember them all?"

Seeing his careless look, Heimei was furious. However, no matter how he tried to persuade Bai Ze to see His Majesty, Bai Ze acted like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. He was so angry that he threatened to never care about him again. However, before leaving, he couldn't help but say more: "Jiu Ying's men are now clamoring to avenge him, you...be careful."

Angry at his friend, the smile on Bai Ze's lips slowly faded, and a hint of chilling determination flashed through his usually lazy eyes. If Black Eyebrow saw it, he would definitely doubt his own eyes.

Two months ago, Qin Yuan openly asked Ying to fight at a banquet. In the end, Yingzhao lost miserably, but Qinyuan held a grudge, and the two broke up from then on.

A month and a half ago, friction between Shang Yang and Bi Tie intensified, and many conflicts broke out in private.

A month ago, there were suddenly a lot of praises and compliments for Fei Lian within the Yao clan. That kind of excessive and somewhat disgusting praise really made Bai Ze shudder, but made Fei Lian... feel elated.

Then comes now.

Jiu Ying died, and he was rumored to be the murderer.

However, in just two months, the top ten demon commanders have fallen apart.

Bai Ze used to be smart and talented, but he didn't expect that even he himself would become a pawn on the chessboard. But he couldn't help but admire the skill of the man behind the scenes. Such a series of tricks were carried out quietly, and each plan was tailor-made for the character of each demon commander. It is evident that the people behind the scenes have a deep understanding of the characters of the demon commanders.

…Whose work is behind this?

He sat on the cliff for a day and a night, with the starry sky above his head and the endless forest at his feet.

He looked at the still dazzling starry sky and bent down dejectedly.

I can't figure it out, I can't see through it.

The secret is unpredictable.

But he knew that something was different. Somewhere, something must be happening. He couldn't detect it, he could only say that someone was hiding the secret.

A feeling of overwhelming powerlessness and fear swept through his body.

He has fallen into the urn, but he doesn't even know who pushed him.

Regardless of whose handiwork this was, Bai Ze had to admit that this person's scheming, planning and strength were superior to his.

He took a deep breath, gave up studying the stars, barely regained his previous calmness, and began to narrow down the scope of suspects.

First of all, who benefits from the internal strife among the demon commanders?

Human race!

...Then this person must be an expert in the human race!

Bai Ze suddenly felt enlightened. It's because he sticks to divination and gets into trouble.

All he needs to do is investigate the various tribes of the human race. With that person's intelligence, he will always show up in the tribe. He didn't believe he couldn't find that person!

After thinking about this, Bai Ze suddenly felt refreshed and his depressed mood was gone.

At first, he made a wrong move and was plotted against. But what happens next is different.

Bai Ze grinned, showing an excited smile that was eager to try, and in his mind was a crazy desire to win.

...Using the world as a chessboard, do you dare to fight?

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Dark clouds rolled, heavy rain invaded the basin, and thunder roared.

When Victor came back wet from outside, he saw Le Jing sitting under the eaves, staring at the thin rain curtains in a daze, his expression dull, and his eyes filled with emotions he couldn't understand.

The papermaking technology brought by Lejing from the earth has also spread in the city. This is the first time people here have seen such a thing as paper. The existence of paper greatly promoted the spread of knowledge within the tribe. At Le Jing's suggestion, a school was also established in the tribe. Children aged 6 to 12 learn arithmetic, writing, common sense, agriculture, hunting skills and so on. The textbooks were either written by Le Jing or others in the tribe. The teachers are taken turns by talented people in the tribe, and even the city lord Fox occasionally has to give lectures.

Thanks to the agricultural books provided by Lejing to farmers, which contain thousands of years of Chinese agricultural experience, they have trained a large number of veteran farmers for the Yousu tribe. So the crops grown in the tribe are growing well recently. Although the sun is scorching in the sky, with the help of rainfall spells and other spells, the weather has been smooth in the fields. In a few days, many crops will be ready for harvest.

Now the tribe is divided into 500 villages based on population. The five hundred representatives of the Citizens' Assembly are the village officials in the village, with a term of five years, and are in charge of all affairs in the village. Those representatives were gearing up and talking enthusiastically about building a new socialist countryside.

A week ago, Sioux City's first law was passed. Because it is carved on the stone wall in the center of the tribe, it is also called the Stone Law.

There were merchants from Su City who traveled all over the country and brought back a lot of information from other tribes and demon tribes.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, so Lejing shouldn't have anything to worry about.

Victor shook his hair and slowly walked towards him, leaving a clear string of plum blossom watermarks on the ground.

"Are you worried?" Victor lay beside him and asked lazily.

The young man replied softly: "So... right?"

"Where is Keynes?" Black Cat asked, "Why don't you see him?"

"I sent him out to kill Jiu Ying and blame Bai Ze." Le Jing said, "He should be back soon."

"That's it." The black cat put his chin on his paws and yawned lazily, "Then I'll just use it as a tree hole."

Noticing Le Jing's surprised look, Victor glanced at him and snorted, "Just think of it as my whim."

Le Jing's eyes softened, and he gently wiped the rain off the black cat's head. His voice was unusually confused: "I want Keynes to understand that this world is not just about killing and violence. But I let him do it again and again. Participate in killings and violence.”

La Rochefoucauld said: "Hypocrisy is the tribute of evil to good." So what he did was probably not even hypocritical, it was just pure cold calculation.

Victor tolerated and let Le Jing move on his head, and answered nonchalantly: "What's wrong? This is what he is happy to do for you, and you didn't force him to do it."

The young man's fingers twirling in his hair paused, "And that's exactly the problem." He lowered his eyes, his voice a little cold, "That child believed in me wholeheartedly and worshiped me wholeheartedly. But I took advantage of him. Believe and worship in order to achieve my purpose.”

Victor raised his eyes in surprise, and met the young man's eyes full of self-loathing and irritability.

He was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "You have softened your heart."

Le Jing was silent. Indeed, he had never been like this before. He would do anything to achieve his goals, and he never felt guilty or irritable.

"Probably because that child's trust is too pure." Le Jing murmured. That's why he couldn't bear to take advantage of that trust.

"What's that kid? He's much older than you, okay?" Victor finally couldn't help complaining: "Elves reach adulthood at 400 years, and half-elves at almost 200 years. That means Keynes is at least 200 years old."

Le Jing scratched the top of his head and said with a smile: "But in terms of mind and cognition, he is still a child."

A child who hasn't grown up yet.

He had promised Keynes to help him find his 'beauty' and help him shape himself.

But time and again, his own selfish desires led him back into bloodshed and violence.

The child believed in him, and it was the first time that he had been trusted like this. The child 'loves' him, just like a student 'loves' his teacher, a son 'loves' his father, and a younger brother 'loves' his older brother.

Ever since he was a child, no one loved him, and he had never loved anyone.

His father doubted him and was wary of him.

His mother hated him because he was his father's son.

Grandparents hate him too. Because his mother was a psychopath and a stain on their great son.

Teachers always only love good children who have excellent grades and are well-behaved and sensible. His classmates also didn't like to get along with him, who was so gloomy, withdrawn, and a loner.

When he was in high school, he borrowed a book from the school library. There was this explanation of "love" in it: Love, that is, the sense of happiness that humans actively give, refers to a person's initiative to use his own ability to unconditionally respect, support, and Protect and meet the human needs of others that cannot be realized independently, including ideology, spiritual experience, behavioral state, material needs, etc. The basis of love is respect. The essence of love is to give unconditionally, not to ask and get. Love is pure justice.

Of course he is a human being. If no one loves him, he should just love others. But he couldn't find anyone worthy of his love, and no one he met so far met his aesthetic definition. Therefore, he decided that the object of his "love" should not be limited to specific human beings, but he wanted to extend the object of his "love" to all human beings.

All those beautiful, dazzling, persistent, brave...beautiful human beings. In this way, he is equivalent to loving this world.

So he spent many years with his love for the world. He had a fantasy journey and then met Keynes.

The child had seen his ugliest appearance and knew what kind of person he was, but he still trusted him and "loved" him.

So... being loved is like this. It's like being soaked in warm water, warm. Therefore, he gave Keynes the right to kill himself. He knew that although he was reluctant, as long as he asked for something, Keynes would execute it meticulously. Call him mean or selfish, he just didn't want to become a devil, and he could only die willingly in the arms of someone who loved him.

It was also because Keynes was too obedient, so he was a little too proud of himself.

...It's just like a spoiled child.

Victor didn't know what Le Jing had been thinking during this period. He just said lazily: "If you feel guilty, just apologize to him. Just give him a gift. He's easy to please." Of course, the object is limited to you.

Le Jing rarely showed a trace of confusion on his face, "Is this all right?"

Victor glanced at him speechlessly: "Isn't this the etiquette of you humans?"

Le Jing lowered his eyes and showed a strange smile.

Although it is the etiquette of humans, he has never had the opportunity to practice it before.

"When he comes back, I must apologize properly." He looked at the heavy rain that slowly stopped, his voice was almost whispering.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is the extra chapter promised to Feng Ge the little cutie yesterday, belated happy birthday~

First of all, I want to apologize to you.

I think my writing of this world is a failure.

I also noticed it.

The root cause is probably that my knowledge reserves and experience can't support what I want to write, so what I write is a mess in my opinion, and I am also very unhappy when I write it.

A reader's long comment woke me up. I write novels, and novels should be interesting and exciting. But now I am not only unhappy, but the logic of the novel is also problematic.

I have a problem, that is, I like to write large-scale, group-portrait articles, especially articles like Jiang Ji's, who conquer the world and build infrastructure by the way. I want to write such a story. But my knowledge and experience cannot support me to write such a story. Every attempt before was a mess

But because of your enthusiastic response in the early stage, I misjudged my strength and began to challenge the prehistoric world rashly. In the end, the reader said that the front and back were like two people writing. I am ashamed to let you see such a failed work.

I made a promise to myself here. Before I have enough writing skills, I will still write about the joys and sorrows of small people in the background of the great era.

So the next copy will probably be in the same style as my first two stories. To be honest, the first two stories are also my favorites, and I really want to return to that state.

I apologize to you again, because I overestimated my own abilities and let you see such a rubbish work. This is my dereliction of duty as an author. If you don't want to read the Honghuang dungeon, don't subscribe to support me. I will finish this dungeon quickly and find my original intention.

For the next dungeon, I must write a story that will leave me no regrets and satisfy you.

Thank you for the cute mines of Guiqulai and Mogao Kuxiao. I love you guys.