I have a passive skill.

"Three breaths of time." Hei Yezi narrowed her beautiful eyes, showing a chilling intent.

This time Bai Yezi also calmed down, his expression froze, and he treated each other with the same indifference.

Seeing this, the storyteller curled his lips and said, "You two are really unreasonable, at least you should call me sister first, and you don't even say hello..."

"Three." Hei Yezi began to count down.

"Good good!"

The storyteller quickly waved his hand, knowing that the other party has been engaged in intelligence for so many years, he probably has an occupational disease.

His demeanor suddenly became serious, and he said solemnly: "Yan Ci goes south, gathering and dispersing are impermanent, after the end of the journey, we will live in peace all the way!"

In a word, Huacao Pavilion fell silent instantly.

Hei Yezi's brows and eyes softened.

The sockets of Bai Yezi's eyes became moist instantly, and when he bent his eyebrows, big teardrops dripped down.

This sentence is the words of the nine holy slaves at the last banquet, and the eight masters are familiar with the words of the banquet.

After this sentence, the nine holy slaves went their separate ways, some went to the Western Region, Northern Region, and Southern Region, some went to Qiduban, and some didn't even know where they went.

Everyone carries the burden on their shoulders and moves forward, just for the moment of glory when the final goal is realized.

However, outsiders simply cannot understand the hardships on this road.

For decades, except for those who have intersecting tasks, the person in charge can meet each other superficially.

The vast majority of the nine holy slaves have never even met each other, nor heard a single word.

This is the case with Hei Yezi and Bai Yezi.

The two of them are twins, and they are also the eighth holy slave. They are obviously the youngest of the two younger sisters, but they are responsible for the extremely difficult intelligence work.

And the nature of this job further determines that it is impossible for them to have many contacts with the outside world.

Naturally, it was basically as if they had lost contact with the other people in the Nine Seas of Saint Slaves.

Now that they heard such a solemn statement from the storyteller, they were like wanderers who hadn't returned home for a long time, receiving the first letter of greeting from their relatives in decades.

The heavy warmth...

The weight of this sentence, the warmth brought by this sentence, is incomparable to all the bustling scenes of the entire Huacao Pavilion over the past few decades.

"Be safe all the way..." Bai Yezi responded with tears streaming down his face, with a trembling voice.

"Be safe all the way." Hei Yezi was also silent for a long time, before suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he replied repeatedly.

The storyteller was on the other side of the light curtain, silently lowered his head, and said softly, "You two sisters have worked hard."

With a "wow", Bai Yezi couldn't hold back his emotions, like a little girl, he was so wronged that he cried.

Hei Yezi gently held her hand, his expression returned to calm, and he asked again: "Storyteller, how do you prove that you have not been taken over and manipulated by others?"

The storyteller was stunned, his emotions vanished in an instant, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "Little Heizi, little Heizi, why are you still so indifferent? Your sister is crying like this, and you still don't forget to question him? You have changed! You used to be... uh, you don't seem to have changed!"

Hei Yezi was indifferent, and only looked at him solemnly.

The storyteller sighed, and said: "My body is with my brother now, I just entered the Void Island. This time, my brother spent a lot of money to send it to my clone. You have been so busy for half a month. After many years of information, it is impossible not to be aware of the movement of the East Heavenly King City now, right?"

Hei Yezi naturally knew the situation of the East Heavenly King City in the Eastern Territory.

It can be said that where the eight masters know, the focus of their work is in that area.

And when the storyteller uttered the code word, she had actually believed in her identity, and asking one more question was just to make sure.

"Let's talk, what's the big brother's mission? In decades, this is the first time he has officially opened the Banyue Residence." Heiyezi said.

The storyteller's face became serious: "Correct me, it's not Banyueju, it's 'you'."

"Us?" Hei Yezi was startled.

At this time, Bai Yezi also recovered from his out-of-control emotions, knowing that the business was important, and did not dare to interrupt the other party.

"Yes, it's 'you'!"

The storyteller nodded heavily, and said: "Holy slave Xu Xiaoshou, if you believe in his information, you don't need to be introduced too much. At present, he is already the successor appointed by your brother, but now there is a situation that needs you to go Help solve it."

Hei Yezi and Bai Yezi looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Even though they have collected information for so many years, they know that the eldest brother is secretly trying to train many successors.

But just like the strange old man, it was difficult for both of them to find a successor.

After so many years, they only knew that among the younger generation of Sheng Slaves, there was only one tearful, and it was possible to take over the big brother's banner.

Now, the news brought by the storyteller actually said that the next flag-bearer of the Holy Slave is not tears and tears, but Xu Xiaoshou!

"That Xu Xiaoshou who just emerged?" Bai Yezi said in surprise, "Isn't he the old man's apprentice? Why did they choose the same successor? Didn't they... break up early?"

Hei Yezi looked back angrily.

Bai Yezi knew that he had said something wrong, so he immediately shrank his head.

The storyteller smiled when he saw this scene: "It's true that they broke up, but it's true that they both disagreed with each other, but they still chose the same person by coincidence. You can imagine it, this little brother, he How excellent."

little brother...

Bai Yezi's expression became strange: "Have you ever had contact with him?"

Ban Yueju has most of the information about the Nine Saint Slaves.

But the movement of the storyteller alone, the two of them are not clear.

Because the incarnation of the storyteller is too elusive, he often makes troubles in the five domains, and some of the movements seem big, but they don't make sense.

Spending so much effort to collect information on the storyteller, sometimes you will only get the same result as the Temple of the Holy Spirit: be pissed off!

Therefore, after working hard in the past few years, Ban Yueju no longer cared about the life and death of the storyteller.

Black and white Yezi, each of them has been pissed off many times.

The storyteller smiled and nodded in the light curtain, and said: "Of course I have been in contact with him before. This person is very interesting. You should be able to meet him in the future. The time... will be soon! He went from the Eastern Region to the Southern Region, you need to wait The time is not long, because his growth is really too fast!"

Black and white Yezi looked at each other and nodded.

Xu Xiaoshou's growth rate is indeed fast.

But in the five domains, there are too many geniuses who have grown up with even more terrifying growth rates and weirder growth methods.

Eight Masters, Cenchov...

Not to mention other things, among the holy slaves alone, basically everyone was no worse than Xu Xiao when they were young.

If the storyteller didn't mention this, they really didn't take Xu Xiaoshou very seriously.

At most, it's just because this person is the apprentice of the strange old man, so pay more attention.

"So, what's the matter?" Hei Yezi got back to the topic.

The storyteller turned serious, and said: "Xu Xiaoshou has entered the Yunlun Mountains in another identity, and participated in the trial of the Royal City. Now he has provoked a semi-saint, and you need to solve it."

This was said lightly, but there was a unanimous voice in the Flower and Grass Pavilion, and screams rang out.

"Half saint?!"

Not only Bai Yezi was frightened, but even Hei Yezi's eyes widened in disbelief.

A mere grandmaster offended a half-saint?

What the hell? !

"You heard me right, he is a half-saint." The storyteller added, "That person is in the southern region, and the only ones among us who are still able to move and are the closest are the two of you, otherwise my brother wouldn't think of it." You come..."

"Huh?" Bai Yezi raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!" The storyteller reacted immediately, "Brother still misses you, let's get back to the topic... the Black Heart Fruit Clan."

"Zang..." Bai Yezi subconsciously uttered one word, and immediately stopped talking, covering his red lips, with an innocent expression on his face.

Hei Yezi couldn't help turning his eyes to her again.

After so many years of training, she is obviously a big leader in the eyes of outsiders. How come she becomes a heartless little girl when she meets her own family?

"Xiao Bai, you have to be careful!" The storyteller was also taken aback, but he didn't hesitate, and said, "This time, my brother's task is that you have to go out in person...or you can drag people to Sheng Slave's side. Come over, or kill that guy."

"Beheaded?" Bai Yezi frowned wildly, "Just the two of us? You're crazy!"

"Not crazy." The storyteller smiled and said, "Bring the 'eight-character order' that my brother gave you back then, threats, intimidation, any means are fine, even, you can just pretend that there is a saint behind you." Emperor, anyway, that guy from the Black Heart Fruit Clan doesn't dare to mess around, he has only been a semi-saint for a few hundred years, and his background is not enough, my brother has touched him in advance, and he knows the severity."

"Pretending to be the Holy Emperor?" Bai Yezi was speechless.

What kind of bullshit is this, how could it possibly work?

The storyteller sighed immediately when he saw this scene in the light curtain.

"You should have met Xu Xiaoshou in advance. After meeting, you won't think so."

"I think at the beginning, when I and my brother first learned about his plan, they had the same expression as you, but now..."

The storyteller seemed to have thought of something weird, he exhaled helplessly, and sighed: "In a few years, maybe in the northern region of the mainland, for no reason, there will really be an extra semi-sacred family, and the head of the family is called Xu Xiao by."

Hei Yezi: "..."

Bai Yezi: "..."

Both of them fell silent, they didn't know what the storyteller was talking about.

They were far away in the southern region, so they didn't pay much attention to the matter of the first floor in the sky.

As for Xu Xiaoshou...

If the storyteller didn't mention it, who would care about whether such a young junior would even be able to grow up in the future?

Even Rao Yaoyao couldn't find out the connection between the two.

Ban Yueju, who didn't care much at all, couldn't know the relationship in advance.

But now, after hearing the storyteller's evaluation of Xu Xiaoshou, both of them felt that it was time to pay attention to that little guy.

Pretend to be the emperor?

Could it be that this absurd idea was actually proposed by Xu Xiaoshou, and it has been successfully practiced?

After the storyteller explained the matter, he hung up without talking much, leaving Black and White Yezi behind. After getting this impossible task, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Who's going to pretend to be the Holy Emperor and threaten the real Half-Saint?" Bai Yezi pouted, blinked, and motioned, "You come?"

Hei Yezi's expression turned cold: "Do you think it's possible?"

Bai Yezi covered his mouth and snickered: "Maybe, you're so cold and cold, and you haven't shown yourself to the outside world, maybe you can succeed."

"Slap you to death!" Hei Yezi raised his hand high, then lowered it lightly, only glanced at the younger sister, and sighed.

"Let someone send up Xu Xiaoshou's information. Let's study the successful cases first, and then decide how to take action."

"Pretending to be the Holy Emperor?"

"This storyteller, he must have been taken away..."

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Chapter 848 Ben Shao wants you to die, even if the gods come, you will not survive!

Eastern Region.

Yunlun Mountains.

Performing a "soul reading" on the broken spider monster in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou felt that the time was delayed by a century!

The severe headache caused by the after-effects of the facial saint relieved a lot at the moment when all kinds of wills in the body were awakened.

In his mind, with a slight movement of the holy blood left by Sang Lao, it seemed that it was about to burst into strength and help him completely withstand this blow.

But Xu Xiaoshou immediately suppressed the Holy Blood movement.

He knew that now was not the time to use the holy blood.

Between the Yunlun Mountains, even the power of the throne level is not allowed to appear. If he uses the holy power, it will only lead to more terrible consequences.

Forcibly terminate "soul reading".

The black-hearted mother Gu in front of her seemed to lose her will after being read, and the high-pitched figure was completely out of control, hitting her face straight.

In the face of a crisis, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't even take a single step.