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"You don't seem to be afraid at all."
Baiba Mountain, with vines crowning the mountains.
After sending Lingling here, the people from the military department left.
They can't stay here any longer, and they don't even dare to die here.
Because once that is done, the master of the Qinling Mountains is likely to launch a natural disaster attack on human living areas again.
Thousands of years after the Magical Age, they felt helpless for the first time.
They have no choice but to give in. Even an apology depends on the person's mood.
“What are you afraid of?” Lingling looked at Ximu calmly.
“Didn’t you ask me to come?”
"Oh?" Ximu fell from the tree.
“Why do you say that?”
“You are sure that I will not read those words of apology.” Lingling said.
"Besides, the goblin Apasi was also involved, right?"
Xi Mu looked puzzled, "How did you tell?"
"I'm just a flat lolita with nothing good except for being cute." Lingling sneered.
“Who else could talk such nonsense besides Apasi?”
“Oh…” Ximu nodded.
"It is indeed a bit too involved with personal grudges."
A lot of the apology part about Lingling was indeed participated by Apasi. As Meidu, who has powerful psychic abilities, As a descendant of Shah, she could accurately find this little girl's minefield.
"But, just because of this, do you think you will be safe?" Ximu asked.
“I don’t think so.” Lingling silently grasped the special magic tool in her hand.
"You want to commit suicide?" Ximu asked.
"Then you have to think clearly. If you dare to do this, I will be in a very bad mood, and then, maybe the weather will change again."
"You know What will happen if there is a thunderstorm with hail and a little storm?”
His frontal combat effectiveness is absolutely at the bottom among demons, and he is a pure mage. However, in terms of tossing, Curse Blue is not as good as him.
Curse Blue just plays with the gravity of the moon, and the rising tides are scary.
His weather is very colorful, no matter how incredible the weather combination is, he can create it.
“What do you want?” Lingling asked.
“What do you want?” Ximu thought for a moment.
"Dignity."
"Dignity?" Lingling frowned slightly.
“What do you mean?”
A demon master wants dignity? What kind of joke is this?
"Do you know what it feels like to be a former ruler of the world and be imprisoned in a desolate and boring hell for thousands of years like a prisoner?" Nishiki said.
"I'm not afraid of your jokes. We have all cried and begged before, but hell has not responded in the slightest. What awaits us is only endless desolation. The devil can only go crazy in that ghost place until it is completely numb."
"We Not only was strength and wisdom taken away, but even the dignity of being a demon was left."
"But what does this have to do with what you did?" Lingling asked.
"It's not us who imprisoned you." "It's indeed not you, and you don't have the ability." Ximu said.
"But it is a fact that you broke into my territory and slaughtered my feather demons, isn't it?"
"You are right. I really don't care about the life and death of those feather demons. In my eyes , their lives are worthless at all, but no matter how despicable their lives are, it should be decided by me, not you.”
< br>“I am the master here!”
“Thousands of years! I lost everything in that damn hell!”
“Now! The freedom I finally got , I finally regained a little bit of dignity as the master of the devil, but I was offended by you again and again!”
"Do you think the weather changes over hundreds of kilometers are over?"
"Little girl, if I hadn't promised my brother to do things in a measured way, do you think this matter could be so simple? Is it over?"
"..."
"Xi Mu, you are a little too excited."
Lu Cheng appeared quietly not far away.
Courage comes from being bold, but Ximu's existence is a suppression from the life level. If he continues to intimidate, this little loli will collapse.
"I'm just helping her calm down." Ximu shrugged.
“Young people are impulsive and reckless, especially a smart little girl like this, who thinks she understands the rules of the game.”
“But in fact, I control the rules of the game. , I will play whatever I say. "
Arrogance is a common problem among human beings. They become erratic with a little strength, so they don't know how much they weigh, and they try to become the master of the world.
Obviously everyone is the same, but they behave so tragically and package themselves so innocently!
How disgusting!
"Is your matter resolved?" Ximu asked.
“It’s not solved, but it can be considered a bit of progress.” Lu Cheng said.
Leng Qing has always had a grudge against the Black Church, or to put it bluntly, she is self-righteous. She has not learned any of Song Qiming's skills.
Why Song Qiming has such high prestige in the Holy Inquisition Court is not only because of his ability, but also because of his style of doing things.
Being powerful can gain the awe of others, but this awe will disappear due to the passage of power. When Song Qiming got old, his cultivation had seriously declined, but everyone still respected him.
Song Qiming brought political power to the Holy Inquisition Tribunal, using both kindness and power, both black and white, to strengthen the power and prestige of the Holy Inquisition Tribunal, but at the same time, the old man also brought some things that he should not have. Go in.
Powerful tactics!
The Holy Inquisition Court, a place that is supposed to enforce the law strictly, can it still be pure if something like this gets mixed into it?
In the past, the Holy Inquisition was very rigid, because almost all the people who worked there were believers in the Holy City, and as we all know, belief is crazy. The law enforcers of the Holy Inquisition erased themselves and only implemented one principle, the law. No mercy.
But wherever there are people, there will be people who are sophisticated and sophisticated. No matter where they are, whether in the East or the West, it is the same. Therefore, the former Holy Inquisition was not accepted by everyone, but it was forced to The pressure from the Holy City behind the Holy Inquisition Tribunal forced them to cooperate.
But a hundred years ago, the development of black magic spread to the Holy City. As the messenger of the Dark King, the fallen angels walking in the world led the black magicians into a war with the Holy City.
After the war, the Holy City suffered heavy losses and was forced to agree to incorporate black magic into the orthodox magic system. At the same time, magic clans from all over the world entered the Holy City in large numbers at that time.
Since that time, the Holy City has completely changed.
A place that was supposed to be strict was mixed with human feelings and entangled interests.
Look at those archangels, Raguel, Uriel, and Raphael. They are almost all in a state of ruin, because they know that once the white dye is mixed with other colors, it will never return. Not going.
Unless someone pours out the dye and makes a new one.
But this kind of thing is impossible to do. It is equivalent to making everyone an enemy. Even if it succeeds, it is almost equivalent to destroying the Holy City.
If you know you can’t do it, just mess it up.
However, many elders in the Holy City have always been opposed to these things, and conflicts arose between them and the newly entered magic clan. At this time, Song Qiming stood up and relied on his political skills to neutralize the internal conflicts in the Holy City. The peace went down, so he gained the respect of most people.
Song Qiming deeply understands that there is no absolute black and white, and most conflicts can be resolved by interests. The core of conflicts is the problem of interest distribution.
But people like Leng Qing feel that the struggle between black and white is impossible to stop, let alone coexist, and they can only live and die. (End of this chapter)