Plane Small Bookstore [System]

Blue sky, barren grassland, a man in white robe riding a donkey upside down, with a grass stalk in his mouth, humming an out-of-tune tune, looking extremely chic and happy.

The donkey snorted and continued to move forward without complaint.

In the end, the white-robed man simply lay down on the donkey and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, a black spot suddenly appeared in the sky. At the same time, the white-robed man opened his eyes, and his eyes were awake without the slightest drowsiness.

The black spot became more and more clear. 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 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 worry, speak slowly."

Heimei's anxious eyes were about to burn, and he gasped and asked, "You killed Jiuying?"

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

Hearing what he said, Heimei let out a long breath, and immediately relaxed: "So, you didn't kill him?"

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

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

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

Heimei looked at him in surprise, and replied without thinking, "Your Majesty has always understood righteousness, so why doesn't he believe you?"

Bai Ze took a deep look at him and changed the subject: "Who told you that I killed Jiuying?"

Heimei frowned, and his eyes flashed with worry: "No one needs to tell me. This matter has spread throughout the 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 people cannibals In the process, I accidentally killed him."

Bai Ze sneered and said, "The people behind the scenes really understand me, it really sounds like I did it."

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

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows, returned to his lazy sitting posture, put his head in his hands, and sat on the donkey's back loosely cross-legged. He laughed and said, "I've offended so many people, how can I remember clearly?"

Seeing his inattentive appearance, Hei Mei was furious, but no matter how much he persuaded Bai Ze to go to see His Majesty, Bai Ze always looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and straightened Hei Mei. Angry, he threatened to leave him alone.But before he left, he still couldn't help saying: "Jiu Ying's subordinates are now clamoring to avenge him, you...be careful."

Angry away from his friend, the smile on the corner of Bai Ze's mouth slowly faded, a frightening determination flashed in his usually lazy eyes, if Hei Mei saw it, he would definitely doubt his own eyes.

Two months ago, Qin Yuan publicly challenged Yingzhao at a banquet.In the end, Yingzhao won miserably, but Qinyuan held a grudge because of this, and the two broke up since then.

A month and a half ago, the friction between Shangyang and Baitie intensified, and many conflicts broke out in private.

A month ago, there were suddenly a lot of praises for Fei Lian in Yaozu.That kind of praise that was so excessive that it made Bai Ze shudder, but it made Fei Lian... ecstatic.

And then there is now.

Jiuying died, and the murderer was rumored to be him.

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

Bai Ze used to be clever and intelligent, but he didn't expect that even he himself became a pawn on the chessboard.But he couldn't help admiring the skill of the man behind the scenes.Such a series of schemes were implemented without compromising, each scheme was tailor-made according to the character of each demon general, and the people behind the scenes had a deep understanding of the characters of the demon commanders.

...Whose handwriting 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 under his feet.

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

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

Unpredictable.

But he knew that something was different.Somewhere, something must have happened.He can't detect it, he can only say that someone has concealed the secret.

A sense of powerlessness and fear swept over his body.

He has already entered the urn, but he doesn't even know who the pusher is.

No matter who wrote it, Bai Ze has to admit that this person's scheming, planning and strength are all above him.

He took a deep breath, gave up studying astrology, barely regained his previous composure, and began to narrow down the range of suspects.

First of all, who is good for the Yaoshuai's internal strife?

Human race!

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

Bai Ze felt suddenly enlightened.It was he who was obsessed with divination and calculation, and got into a dead end.

It is enough for him to investigate the tribes of the human race.With that person's ingenuity, he will always show up in the tribe.He didn't believe he couldn't find that person!

Thinking about this, Bai Ze suddenly felt refreshed, and his listless mood was swept away.

At first, he made a bad move and was calculated by others.However, what happened next was different.

Bai Ze grinned, revealing an excited smile that was eager to try, and there was a frenzied desire to win and lose in his mind.

...With the world as a chessboard, how dare you fight?

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Dark clouds rolled, heavy rain invaded basins, and thunder roared.

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

The papermaking technology that Le Jing brought from the earth 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 popularization of knowledge within the tribe.Under Le Jing's proposal, a school was also set up in the tribe. Children aged 6-12 learn arithmetic, characters, common sense, agronomy, hunting skills and so on.The textbooks were written by Le Jing and others in the tribe.Talented people in the tribe take turns as teachers, and even the city lord, Fox, has to give lectures occasionally.

It is also thanks to the agricultural books provided by Lejing to farmers, which contain thousands of years of Chinese agricultural experience and have trained a large number of veteran farmers for the Su tribe.So the crops planted in the tribe have grown well recently.Although the sun was scorching in the sky, with the help of rain spells and other spells, the weather in the fields has been smooth. In a few days, a lot of crops can be harvested.

Now the tribe is divided into [-] villages according to the population.The [-] representatives of the citizens' assembly are the village officials in the village. They serve for a five-year term and take charge of everything in the village.Those representatives were gearing up and talking enthusiastically about building a new socialist countryside.

A week ago, the first law in Sioux City was also born.Because it is engraved on the stone wall in the center of the tribe, it is also called the stone method.

Some merchants from Sioux City traveled north and south, and brought back a lot of information about other tribes and monster clans.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and it stands to reason that Le Jing shouldn't have any troubles.

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

"Are you worried?" Victor asked lazily, lying beside him.

The young man replied softly: "It counts...isn't it?"

"Where's Keynes?" The black cat asked, "Why don't you see him?"

"I sent him out, killed Jiuying, and blamed Bai Ze." Le Jing said, "He should be back soon."

"That's it." The black cat put its chin on its paws and yawned lazily, "Then I'll treat it like a tree hole."

Seeing Le Jing's surprised gaze, Victor glanced at him and snorted, "Just take it as my whim."

Le Jing's gaze softened, and he gently wiped the rainwater off the black cat's head, his voice was rare and confused: "I want Keynes to understand that this world is not only about killing and violence. But I let him repeat it again and again. involved in killings and violence."

La Rochefoucauld said: "Hypocrisy is the tribute of evil to good." Then what he did, I am afraid that he can't even do hypocrisy, it is just pure cold calculation.

Victor tolerated and let Le Jing move on his head, and replied nonchalantly: "What's the matter? This is what he is willing to do for you, and you didn't force him."

The young man twitched his fingers in his hair, "And that's exactly the problem." He lowered his eyes, his voice was a little cold, "That kid, he believed in me with all his heart, and worshiped me with all his heart. But I took advantage of his Believe and worship, for my purpose."

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

He was stunned for a moment, and then he snorted and laughed: "Your heart has softened."

Le Jing was silent.Indeed, he had never done this before.He would do whatever it took to get his way, and he never felt guilty or irritated.

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

"What 'that child', he is much older than you." Victor finally couldn't help complaining: "The elves mature at 400 years old, and the half-elves take about 200 years. In other words, Keynes is at least 200 years old."

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

A child who hasn't grown up yet.

He had promised Keynes that he would help him find his 'beauty' and shape himself.

But he again and again made him fall into blood and violence because of his own selfish desires.

The child believed him very much, and it was the first time he was trusted like this.The child 'loves' him, just like a student 'loves' a teacher, a son 'loves' a father, and a younger brother 'loves' an older brother.

From childhood to adulthood, no one loved him, and he never loved anyone.

His father doubted him and was wary of him.

Mother hates him because he is father's son.

Grandparents hate him too.Because his mother was a psycho, a stain on their great son.

The teacher always only loves good children who are well-behaved and sensible with excellent grades.Classmates also don't like to get along with him who is gloomy and lonely.

When he was in high school, he borrowed a book from the school library, which explained "love" in this way: Love, that is, the sense of happiness that human beings actively give, refers to a person who takes the initiative to do what he can, unconditionally respects, supports, Protect and satisfy the human needs that others cannot achieve independently, including ideology, spiritual experience, behavioral state, material needs, etc.The foundation 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 human, no one loves him, he just loves others.But he couldn't find someone worthy of his love, and the people he met so far did not meet his aesthetic definition.So he decided that the object of his "love" should not be limited to specific human beings, but he wanted to extend the object of "love" to all human beings.

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

So he spent many years like this with his love for the world.He had a fantastic journey and met Cairns.

This child has seen his ugliest appearance and knows what kind of person he is, but he still trusts him and 'loves' him.

It turns out...that's what it feels like to be loved.It's like being soaked in warm water all over, it's warm.Therefore, he gave Keynes the right to kill himself.He knew that despite his reluctance, as long as he asked, Keynes would meticulously implement it.It doesn't matter if you say he is despicable or selfish, he just doesn't want to become a devil, and he can only die willingly in the arms of someone who loves him.

It was also because Keynes was too obedient, so he got a little carried away.

...like a spoiled child.

Victor didn't know Le Jing's thoughts during this time, he just said lazily: "If you feel guilty, just apologize to him. Just give him a gift by the way. He is easy to coax of." Of course, the object is limited to you.

A trace of confusion appeared on Le Jing's face, "Is this enough?"

Victor glanced at him speechlessly: "Isn't this your human etiquette?"

Le Jing lowered his eyes and revealed a strange smile.

Although it is a human etiquette, he has never had the opportunity to practice it before.

"When he comes back, I must make a good apology." He looked at the heavy rain that was slowly stopping, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is about adding to Feng Ge’s cutie yesterday, happy belated birthday~

First of all, I want to apologize to you guys.

I feel like my writing in this world is a failure.

I also noticed it.

The root cause is probably that my knowledge reserve and experience cannot support what I want to write, so what I write seems to me to be a mess, and I am very unhappy when I write it.

A long comment from a reader woke me up. I am writing a novel, and the novel must be good-looking and enjoyable, but now I am not only unhappy, but the logic of the novel has problems.

I have a problem with this person, that is, I like to write large-scale, group-like essays, especially essays like Jiang Ji's Conquer the World, and by the way, infrastructure construction. I want to write such a story.But my knowledge and experience cannot support me to write such a story.Every previous attempt was a mess

But because of your enthusiastic response in the early stage, I misjudged my own strength and started to challenge the prehistoric world rashly.In the end, what the reader said seemed to be written by two people.I am ashamed to let you see such a failed work.

Make a promise to yourself here, before you don't have enough writing skills, let's write about the joys and sorrows of little people in the background of the big era.

So the next dungeon will probably have the same style as my first two stories.To be honest, the first two stories were also my favorites, and I would love to go back to that.

Once again, I would like to say sorry to you, because I am overwhelmed, and let you see such rubbish works, which is my negligence as an author.If you don’t want to read the prehistoric dungeon, you don’t need to subscribe to support me. I will finish writing this dungeon quickly, and then get back to my heart.

In the next dungeon, I must write a story that I have no regrets and that satisfies you.

Thank you for coming back and crying with Mo Gao, the cute little mine, do you love me?