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East Mountain Park.

After walking for a while, the three young women looked at each other, their faces flushed, and they laughed shyly.

Zhou Fangqiong glanced at her two best friends and tentatively asked, "What happened just now is our shared secret, right?"

Jiang Xiaoxiao was the first to express her agreement: "Of course!"

Fan Xiaoqian even offered a grand theory: "Anyone can have inappropriate fantasies, but as long as they don't act on them, it's not a mistake."

When this beautiful young woman said "didn't act on them," her expression was slightly strange, and she felt a little guilty inside.

Everything she experienced in the dream was so real that it was beyond imagination, and she could still feel the direct contact with her skin.

Was it really just an illusion?

However.

Her two best friends didn't expose her.

After all, the three of them were comrades in the same trench.

Soon.

The three of them joined their maids and walked towards the park gate.

After walking for more than ten meters, Zhou Fangqiong suddenly looked back, muttering with regret, "It's a pity that you can only touch the Wishing Monument once."

Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't help giggling: "If five gold coins could do it again, I would be willing to spend the money."

Fan Xiaoqian blushed a little when she heard this.

These two women are too shameless!

The three maids looked at them in confusion, wondering what was wrong with their mistresses.

Just then.

A large number of exclamations and shouts, accompanied by the cold wind, came over.

Zhou Fangqiong was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "The sound seems to be coming from the Wishing Monument. Did something happen over there?"

Hearing the word "something happened," a group of women panicked.

It wasn't just them.

The surrounding people also looked surprised and uncertain.

Fan Xiaoqian instinctively remembered what her father had said, "Important figures often act with careful consideration," and a thought suddenly popped into her head:

The Grand Administrator is all-knowing, so could it be that he didn't foresee this?

No way!

If that's the case, would the Grand Administrator have made preparations in advance?

Of course, he would!

This beautiful young woman calmed down all of a sudden and said repeatedly, "Don't panic, everyone. This Wishing Monument was personally made by the Grand Administrator. No one can cause trouble here."

Now in An Hua City, the Grand Administrator has already become a legendary figure, and his name alone brings stability to people's hearts.

After these words were spoken, the panicked emotions of the others were obviously calmed down a lot.

A moment later.

A sonorous and powerful voice instantly spread throughout East Mountain Park: "The Patrol Department designed a plan to lure out and successfully arrest the enemy. Please continue to make your wishes."

The few of them looked at each other in dismay.

Enemy?

What exactly is the Patrol Department doing?

Fan Xiaoqian turned to look at the middle-aged maid and decisively ordered, "Aunt Zhang, go and find out what's going on."

The maid responded and left.

A full five minutes passed.

The maid returned to report the situation: "I heard that the Wishing Monument has the ability to identify enemies. The guy who was arrested just now was an Avenger.

"He touched the stone tablet and entered a dream, and the Wishing Monument suddenly issued a piercing alarm. Patrol officers on duty nearby immediately arrested the Avenger…"

The three young women marveled.

"So that's how it is!"

"How amazing!"

Fan Xiaoqian looked in the direction of the stone tablet and blurted out, "I understand! Another purpose of setting up the Wishing Monument is to identify the dream masters and avengers lurking in the city."

The more she spoke, the more certain she became: "The Grand Administrator's New Year wish-making event is essentially a large-scale purge operation.

"For the enemies, if they don't go to make a wish, the Patrol Department will definitely come to their door. If they go, they will definitely be arrested."

The others were dumbfounded.

But undeniably, this statement was logically rigorous and seemed to be the truth of the matter.

Jiang Xiaoxiao thought about it carefully and deeply agreed: "What you said makes a lot of sense!"

Zhou Fangqiong's face was full of admiration: "This method is so powerful!"

Fan Xiaoqian felt even more emotional.

Heavens!

Under the guise of celebrating the New Year, a wishing monument was casually created, but secretly it contained so many thoughts.

This important figure has too many tricks up his sleeve, doesn't he?!

Yesterday.

When her father heard that the Grand Administrator had brazenly massacred the Council Hall, he was worried that this would provoke strong resistance from the officials, making it difficult for the Grand Administrator to implement policies smoothly.

But now.

Fan Xiaoqian was absolutely certain that the Grand Administrator had more tricks than pores on his body. How could the officials of the entire city be a match for the Grand Administrator?

*

Next to the Wishing Monument.

An Avenger, tied up, was brought before Cheng Han.

This was a young man in his early twenties.

Among the Avenger groups, middle-aged people living in poverty and without hope accounted for more than 70%, while the number of young people was relatively small.

Cheng Han glanced at him and roughly guessed the reason why the other party was willing to become an Avenger.

This guy's hair had a hint of brown.

This was a typical characteristic of the Satre descendants.

This young man's mouth was stuffed with a rag, and he couldn't say a word, but his eyes revealed a deep-seated hatred.

A squad leader stood beside him and said, "Director, this guy's hair is also dyed. I rubbed it with snow and found out that he is a Satre."

The subtext of this sentence was: My eyesight is very sharp.

This was obviously asking for credit.

Cheng Han praised: "Not bad!"

He turned to instruct his female secretary: "Let the Patrol Department spread the word that anyone who has not participated in wishing will be identified as an Avenger.

"Encourage civilians to report those who have not made a wish. If they are identified as Avengers or dream masters, the reporter will receive a certain reward. The specific amount will be determined by the Patrol Department."

He thought for a while and drew a bottom line: "At least fifty silver coins as a starting point."

Only a generous reward can effectively motivate the enthusiasm of the civilians.

Anyway, this wishing monument can raise nearly two thousand gold coins, so there is no shortage of money!

Ying Beibei immediately responded: "Okay!"

The squad leader was full of excitement: "Director, this method is great. It is estimated that before the New Year arrives, An Hua City will no longer tolerate an enemy."

The blonde youth suddenly struggled desperately, making "woo woo" sounds in his mouth.

The person's eyes clearly wrote a sentence - you are devils!

Cheng Han looked at the Avenger and sighed softly: "Poor thing!"

After that.

The blonde youth felt a blur before his eyes, and the whole world suddenly underwent earth-shaking changes. He actually returned to his childhood.

No.

It should be said that he began to relive his childhood.

*

"Woo~ They all laugh at me for being a lowly yellow-haired... Woo~ They even bully me together..."

The child with yellowish hair cried with snot and tears.

The mother hugged the child in her arms, her face full of heartache.

*

This was a funeral.

The mother's urn had just been placed in the cemetery.

The only attendee was the boy.

No relatives or friends.

Nor neighbors.

At this time, the boy had grown up a little.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of a shovel digging soil, the urn was gradually covered with soil.

Two cemetery workers glanced at the boy with obvious strange looks.

The boy stared at the simple tombstone, feeling abandoned by the whole world.

*

Next.

Various scenes rotated in turn.

There was an orphanage;

There was also a school;

There was also a factory;

They completely recorded the youth's life.

And the color of these shots, since the death of the mother, no longer see a trace of color, only the cold gray.

Until.

The youth met a kind old man.

Or rather, a dream master.

The old man gently patted him on the shoulder, smiling kindly: "I know, it's not your fault, it's the fault of this world!"

The youth suddenly began to cry loudly.

From this moment on, the world finally had color.

The old man smiled and said, "Do you want to hear the story of the ancestors?"

The youth nodded vigorously: "Yes!"

*

A moment later.

The dream ended.

The daze in the youth's eyes faded away, and hatred appeared on his face again.

He hated this world.

Also hated the Wan Hao people.

Cheng Han sighed again.

To this day.

As his understanding of the power of dreams becomes deeper and deeper, he has realized that the birth of every Avenger has certain conditions.

The Avengers chosen by the Dream Society, more or less, harbor hatred for the society.

This young man was a typical example.

Cheng Han waved his hand: "Take him away."

Two patrol officers walked over from the left and right, easily lifting the youth up.

Just then.

The world suddenly froze.

As if time had stopped flowing.

Cheng Han stood up and saluted: "Lord Guardian Xuan Shi!"

The next moment.

Four smooth mirror surfaces suddenly flashed out.

The light reflected repeatedly between the mirrors, and countless Cheng Han appeared.

It was Xuan Fa - Mirror Transmission.

Zhao Qihuan's smiling voice sounded out of thin air: "No need to be polite!"

The Guardian Xuan Shi's tone was appreciative: "This wishing monument you created is very ingenious!"

This was a sincere compliment.

Because the transcendent power contained in the stone tablet was clearly a line lower than the Xuan Shi level, but the effect it played out was not inferior to the Xuan Shi at all.

This method was by no means something that ordinary Xuan Shi could do, and this Guardian Xuan Shi felt ashamed of himself.

Cheng Han looked calm: "You have praised me too much."

Zhao Qihuan changed the subject: "You should know that Xuan Gong and Xuan Ge's attitude towards the Satre race is all-round suppression."

Cheng Han nodded: "Of course!"

Zhao Qihuan's tone became a little subtle: "What do you think of this?"

Obviously.

The Guardian Xuan Shi had taken some means to sense the dream just now.

Cheng Han said without hesitation: "This is a very correct approach."

Although this will lead to many people being treated unfairly, like this poor youth, he does not think this is a wrong policy.

Zhao Qihuan asked: "Why?"

Cheng Han replied very quickly: "Birds of a feather flock together, if not suppressed, the seeds of division will grow stronger and will inevitably lead to disaster in the future."

Zhao Qihuan's tone became more appreciative: "You are a wise man! This is very good!"

The Guardian Xuan Shi paused and revealed a little-known secret: "For tens of thousands of years, the large-scale rebellions launched by the Satre race have added up to more than 10,000.

"Each rebellion, at least tens of thousands of people died, and at most hundreds of thousands of people died, and even the tragedy of the complete destruction of the small spirit realm has occurred."

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