Chapter 315

In the shady street outside the imperial court.

"Huh? Huh!"

Lying on the front passenger's seat, cicada Chenchen suddenly woke up, instantly stretched out his finger at the night white with a handkerchief, and shouted, "what are you doing?"

Zhao Yebai raised his handkerchief and said, "wipe your saliva."

"What saliva?"

"The saliva you shed when you sleep just went to your fat head."

The cicada dust subconsciously wiped the water stains on his mouth, looked down at the fat orange cat who endured humiliation and suffered thunder and rain in his arms, gnashed his teeth and said angrily: "how can I... Flow saliva..."

"What did I wipe?"

Cicada dust trembled all over her body, the light explosion of her fingertips loomed, and the corners of her mouth pulled, but she couldn't say another word. Zhaoyebai comforted: "it's normal for adults to drool when they sleep. I wake up occasionally. Half my face is wet, really."

With this step, cicada dust obviously looked much better. With a cold hum, he sorted out his clothes and hat and restored his cold and arrogant expression. Zhao Yebai took out his pocket watch and said, "we have to be on duty until midnight. Inspector, you're sleepy. How can you live in the back?"

Cicada Chenchen glanced at the high wall of the imperial courtyard and said coldly, "we can't get half of the benefits, but we have to do some dirty work... Taking a nap has given them face! At this time, I've already gone to bed!"

"So fast?" Zhao Yebai said in surprise, "Inspector, how many hours do you usually sleep?"

"Nine hours."

According to the night, Bai blinked and looked at the beaver slave. The beaver slave frowned: "what's the matter? Don't you have to sleep for nine hours to be energetic?"

"Yes, yes." zhaoyebai shrugged and asked next to the steering wheel, "by the way, a plush toy stuffed with cotton is popular in Yanjing. Inspector, will you sleep with a plush doll?"

"What do you mean?" the beaver Nu was angry. "Do I look like a little boy who has to hold a doll to sleep!?"

"No, I also like sleeping with dolls, really." Zhao Yebai quickly explained: "what do you usually hold in your sleep, inspector?"

"It's OK!" the beaver slave grabbed a handful of fat meat on the fat orange cat. The fat orange cat turned lazily and showed its belly: "as soon as I sleep, it will come and hold me. I can't sleep with it."

Imagine the picture of cicada dust and fat orange cat embracing each other and sleeping. According to the night, Bai turned her head to the outside and didn't let Han cicada walk and see her expression. Cicada dust felt a little strange, but he didn't think much. Staring at the light in the imperial court, he suddenly said fiercely: "it would be fun if Qin Leyin was carried away the first night, hum."

According to Yebai's mood, he asked, "did you die the first night? Is it so dangerous?"

"This is a battle for the throne. Everything is normal."

"If it's so dangerous, inspector, why do you keep competing for the seat of the scabbard?"

"There are many ways to win," said cicada Chenchen. "I don't know which ritual guard to use, but if it is the righteous guard to operate, we will certainly choose the winning method."

"The way to win?!" Zhao Yebai was stunned: "is there another way to win?"

"From the beginning, the scabbard and the sword seeker's victory conditions were different." the beaver Nu yawned: "there is only one winner of the sword seeker, but the scabbard does not need to ensure the victory of his own sword seeker, he only needs to ensure..."

"A successful sword seeker will need his own scabbard."

"The minister is different from the monarch. There is only one monarch, but there can be countless ministers. For the scabbard, the victory of the sword seeker who supports himself is the best result, but if not, they have other ways out."

"As long as you can show your decision, ability and vision, you can also be appreciated and reused by the winner."

"Ministers can surrender, but you can't. That's the gap between the two." the cicada dust patted the fat orange cat's ass, and the fat orange cat's tail stretched up: "the winning method is also very simple. As long as you go through one or two rounds of game, you will naturally see who is the popular winner."

"The so-called emperor means that the more people follow, the more qualified they are. The power of the emperor comes from the awe and recognition of the people. Therefore, the candidate who obtains a certain advantage is bound to obtain more loyalty to the scabbard, and then it is like a snowball rolling down the snow mountain at the throat of the world, rolling bigger and bigger, until it engulfs all other weak competitors."

"As long as you see who is the most likely winner and invest in her, you will naturally win."

Zhaoyebai said, "but isn't this... Betrayal?"

The beaver slave sneered: "the scabbard and the sword seeker haven't known each other for a few days. How can we talk about betrayal? Moreover, it is originally a relationship of mutual utilization, and it is the proper intention to disperse when profits are exhausted."

"Isn't it a quick result to find a sword and compete for a position?"

"Yes, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Cicada dust looked at the grass on the street and suddenly pointed to one of the yellow petals and asked, "do you know what that flower is?"

Zhao Yebai took a look: "of course I know. It's Chaoyang flower. It's loved by countless people because it always faces the sun during the day. I don't know how many poems with it as the theme have I memorized."

"There is only one sun in the sky, so the Chaoyang flower will only go in the same direction, right?"

"Yes."

"I read a newspaper in the outer area a few days ago and saw a little story... Well, I suspect it was written by backlight elements." the beaver Nu rubbed the fat orange cat's ears and said, "the story is that there are nine suns in the sky, drying up the earth and making people miserable, so a man named Yi shot down all eight suns, leaving only one sun he recognized."

"Indeed, it sounds very backlit." zhaoyebai nodded: "the author should be immediately sent to prison for trial and execution."

"But after reading this story, I suddenly thought of Chaoyang flowers."

Cicada dust pointed to the Chaoyang flower hidden in the shadow of the night: "in the era of multiple suns in the sky, which direction will the Chaoyang flower go?"

Wow, this question is so childish.

Zhao Yebai thought so, but naturally he didn't dare to say so: "does this problem have anything to do with our topic?"

"A little." Li Nu smiled, looked at the night sky and said, "if there are many suns in the sky..."

"Maybe every sunrise flower can choose the sun they want to follow."

……

……

The Vientiane forest was silent.

"An hour," said Ming Shuang carp, "in an hour, the shining replica of the holy sword will burn out and the oath ceremony will not be carried out."

"As long as you keep silent for an hour, everything will be over and everyone can have a happy ending."

"This is the better choice I give."

exactly.

No matter what Yue Yu thinks, this is a better choice. Although Yue Yu is confident that ice blood constitution can be directly immune to the spiritual influence of the holy sword, other scabbards do not necessarily have the "spiritual resistance Max" characteristics of Yue Yu. For them, just hearing this news should shake their determination.

Secondly, Ming Shuang carp promised to meet the wishes of everyone on site as much as possible, even if it was only an illusory promise, but this promise did not need to risk failure and death.

If you continue to gamble, you have a one in seven chance to get 100 points, and if you lose, you have nothing; If you don't gamble, you can get at least 10 points. Whether you can expand 10 points to 100 points depends on your future efforts, but you will never lose.

Maybe not everyone can win.

But no one will lose.

"It's really exciting, sister Shuangli."

Ming Shuang carp looked over and blinked: "Dai LAN?"

I saw a girl with long hair in a short skirt walking out of the dark. Her waist was thin and her capacity was large. She had a shiny blue moon hairpin pinned on her head, just like an elf girl in the night. The music language observed in the dark just saw a touch of night blue there.

Mingshuangli sincerely asked, "are you willing to give up, Dai LAN?"

"I'm not very willing," mingdailan shook her head. "If everyone else gives up as you said, I'll take part in the sword search at this time. Isn't sister Shuangli the only competitor left? I have a half chance to become the ninth queen in glorious history. It's really hard for me to give up."

"But what you want to do most, Dai LAN, is not to find a handsome man to have an earth shaking love?" Ming shuanglei said with a smile: "why do you want to be the queen again now?"

"When the queen, she can open a big crystal palace and marry dozens of handsome men!" mingdailan clenched her fist and said: "And think about it, the lovers of the empresses in the past were either generals or prime ministers. In a word, they were handsome men with equal emphasis on beauty and talent. When I think of the fact that great scholars, general, Wu Zhu and medical officials were jealous for me... This is the love I yearned for!"

"You read too many novels!"

"There are always dreams. What if they come true?" mingdailan smiled. "So, sister Shuangli, can you get out of the way? I'm not going to give up."

"That's what I said..." Ming Shuangli stall said, "but where's your scabbard?"

"I don't know who my scabbard is." mingdailan put her hands together and prayed, "heaven and earth are smart. I hope my scabbard is a tall, handsome, caring, caring, beautiful man with extraordinary life experience and single-minded love..."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

A young man jumped down from a tree and fell behind mingdailan. He looked very young. He seemed a little younger than mingdailan and half a head shorter than mingdailan. Yue Yu didn't see him. Most of them sneaked into the college as a student because of his appearance.

Mingdailan was stunned: "little brother, how old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"I don't look down on you - but when I was 15, I was busy learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting all day, and I only practiced a little. Can you really protect me as a scabbard?"

"No problem." the boy took out three sticks and assembled them into a long stick taller than himself, and then took out a black gun head and put it on: "after all, I have protected thousands of people at the border of xiamu district since I was five years old."

He stepped forward, his body was burning like fire, and in an instant he was covered with layers of heavy armor, as if he were incarnated as a golden saint!

"Triple armed"!

If it's hard to break the iron wall by putting on a layer of light armor, then the three-layer light armor armed is equivalent to a mobile Fortress - it's very difficult to break through the three-layer light armor in a non peak environment. If you can't break through it in one move, the light armor will recover immediately before the warrior's spirit runs out!

In addition, the light armor has a certain buffer effect, and its appearance is so bright and dazzling. Therefore, martial artists who can use triple armed forces are almost tactical forces that can break the army alone in ancient times. Even leading a group of recruits can break a strong army, so they are known as divine generals!

A fifteen year old god! I dare not make up novels like that!

"I'll hold the swordsman opposite, and you can touch the holy sword," said the young man.

"No problem!" mingdailan blinked. "Come on, little brother!"

"Don't call me little brother!"

The young man burst into a drink, and the spear split into thousands of spear shadows. In an instant, it lit up the whole Vientiane forest, just like the spear army!

Prairie fire tactics - aggression like fire!

Niro clenched the Sakura long knife, took a deep breath and cut out the Sakura dragon Yuhe with one knife. The invisible streamer instantly accelerated into a river of light, and washed away all the gun shadows like the Tianhe hanging upside down. The cherry dragon roared in the Tianhe, and each gun shadow was offset by each drop of river water. In an instant, thousands of steel symphonies burst out in the air, and the violent storm blew the whole Vientiane forest!

Sakura dragon sword dance · floating boat!

As soon as there was a confrontation, the two sides used their unique housekeeping skills!

"I can't get an absolute advantage," Niro said suddenly.

"I authorize you to open the first level limit, only hurt but not kill." Ming Shuangli said.

"As you wish."

Niro took out a strange bone mask from his arms. The mask began to crack from the middle. In addition, it was nothing special. It was neither terrible nor gorgeous, as if it was just a tool for covering the face.

He put the mask on his face, and the crack in the middle of the mask suddenly showed a dark green light. Then his whole person was soaked by the dark green light, and even the elegant Sakura dragon wrapped with a toothed Sakura long knife turned into a tyrannical green dragon!

"Broken mask, evil appearance, or... Crazy mask." Ming Shuangli sighed: "although I have already made psychological preparations in my heart, I didn't expect that we would fight against each other after all."

"What Niro is wearing now is a very divine soldier · crazy mask. The effect is very simple and clear, that is..."

"The speed will become very fast."

Dang!

In an instant, Niro crossed the distance of ten steps, cut off the long gun used by the youth to resist, and with the power of speed, he cut through the three layers of light armor of the youth, and tore a tragic wound on the latter!

The boy groaned and knelt half on one knee, trying to take Niro's long knife, but Niro kicked it directly!

In the middle of the walk, mingdailan blinked, looked at that she was still five steps away from the radiance of the holy sword, and saw Niro staring at herself. She turned directly and shouted, "Hey, little brother, I can do interior combat. Can I help you?"