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The reincarnation fire thumped the spherical outline of the energy field, there was no sound outside, the field should be a vacuum, and he was breathing by the residual air in the controller's cabin.

"Xiao Yi!" Looking at Yuan Zhen's appearance, Jia Xibei begged anxiously, "Please, please..."

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't speak for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was as cold as ice: "Who do you think you are?"

"Ah?" Jia Xibei sat on the ground with his feet rolled up, looking at him with red eyes.

"You are just a low-level controller in Jialan Hall," Zhang Xiaoyi said without a hint of emotion in his voice, "You are the easiest person to master, so I am with you."

Tears welled up from Jia Xibei's eyes, and he pursed his mouth in grievance.

"And now, you are of no use."

"Aren't we... friends?" Jia Xibei suppressed his sobs, his chubby face twisted into a strange shape, "I always thought we were friends..."

"Friend?" Zhang Xiaoyi folded his hands and brought up Reincarnation Fire, "If it's a friend, you leave the Jialan Hall now, and I will let this kid live."

Everyone was startled.

"I'm leaving!" Jia Xibei asked without thinking, "I... how do I leave?"

Zhang Xiaoyi looked up at Cen Zhuo: "All of you, leave Taitu, Jia Xibei stay."

Cen Zhuo was quite calm: "Are you really going to let us go?" He pretended to smile relaxedly, "To intercept us, someone gave you an order, right? Are you afraid that you won't be able to do business?"

"Heh," Zhang Xiaoyi also laughed, although the smile sounded dry, "On the ground that is too smeared, the Northern Branch can only beg me, and has no right to order me."

Cen Zhuo and Zhuyeliang looked at each other as it was actually a hunting order directly issued by the Northern Branch.

"If I was afraid of the northern branch, I wouldn't go out of Yaoguan to play with you alone." Zhang Xiaoyi used the word "play". He is arrogant, arrogant, and childish.

Yuanzhen started to lack oxygen, Reincarnation Huo slumped his head, and slid weakly on the spherical field. Jia Xibei eagerly stretched out his little hand in the air: "Xiao Yi, hurry up, hurry up!"

Ruyizhu raised his palm, pushed the energy field up, and then grabbed it violently, the invisible field wall shattered, and the reincarnation fire fell weightlessly and fell to the ground.

"The deal is concluded," Zhang Xiaoyi raised his hand, "Let's go."

The hatch of Reincarnation Fire opened, Yuan Zhen was still breathing, and crawled forward with hands and feet together: "No...cough cough, Jia Xibei can't stay!"

"You changed your mind as soon as you spared your life," Zhang Xiaoyi said viciously, "It's ugly!"

He opened his arms, and in front of his broad silver-white chest, he could see the unstable electric field formed by the particle cloud to be excited.

"Yuanzhen!" Cen Zhuo called him.

"Brother Cen!" Yuan Zhen clenched her fists, resolute, "Jia Xibei...he's still so young, he can't protect himself, I have to accompany him...If you want to go, you go, I won't go!"

Cen Zhuo looked at him helplessly, and said bitterly, "Who said we have to leave?"

"Ah?" Yuan Zhen was stunned.

The wishful bead lights up the lights all over its body because of anger.

"We won't leave," Cen Zhuo said frankly, with a shameless roguelike air, "Even if you make us all take the ball and turn them into ashes like dice, we won't leave."

The eyepiece light of the wishful bead is always on, which is a precursor to an attack.

"Because," Cen Zhuo confronted it, "Jia Xibei is our partner."

partner?Zhang Xiaoyi was stunned when he heard this word for the first time on the battlefield.

"Partners, they support each other on the way forward, and they are not discarded whenever there is danger," Cen Zhuo said with firm eyes, as if he wanted to fight him to the death, "I, Cen Zhuo, will not give up on anyone around me! "

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him, and Jia Xibei was right. If it was this person, it would really be possible to distribute the electricity to the common people. If it wasn’t for such a person, it would be impossible for a crybaby like Jia Xibei to enter the core team , such a boss, Zhang Xiaoyi couldn't help being curious and admired.

"Give up a 'partner', and annihilate the whole army," Ruyizhu opened her arms again, and the energy field accumulated on her chest, "You are so stupid to choose the latter, people like you are not suitable for this world at all!"

Cen Zhuo was afraid, of course he was afraid, but he didn't back down against the energy: "You don't have feelings, don't think we don't either!"

These words angered Zhang Xiaoyi.

"Who are you saying has no feelings!" He put away his energy, fisted his hands and slammed on the ground, "I was ten years old, and my parents gave their allegiance to the Lion Hall in Yaoguan! Ten years old, do you understand, I don't have my own bones yet , a son of a defeated army, who of you can understand my feelings!"

Cen Zhuo stared at him from a very close distance, the first time they met, he said that his parents were the stewards of Tai Tuo of the Lion Hall, it was not a lie.

"That year my father was 25 years old, and he wore this wishful bead. He closed it at Yaoguan, and in the fierce battle with the army of the dye society, the neurons were deactivated."

The neurons lost their activity on the battlefield, and Cen Zhuo stared blankly, which meant that the connection between the warrior and the skeleton was completely broken, and it was like an ordinary person wrapped in a huge steel coffin and allowed to be slaughtered.

"Yes, what I'm wearing now is my father's coffin," Zhang Xiaoyi said calmly, "He was saved to death in the cabin of the emperor by many bones and various sharp weapons, and my mother..."

He didn't go on, it seemed unbearable.

No one in the Garan Hall made a sound.

"But even this coffin," Zhang Xiaoyi's voice fluctuated, "I snatched it back from my uncles with all my festering wounds!"

He suddenly laughed.

"When my parents were here, they loved me like their own children. When the dyeing society came, they all changed into lotus badges, 'partner'?" He looked down at Cen Zhuo, "It's ridiculous!"

"Since it is the Lion Hall, why do you..."

"I want to live!" Zhang Xiaoyi cried, and in the wishful bead, "The Lion Hall is destroyed. Do I have to be like my parents, dying for something that doesn't exist!"

The more he vented, the more violent his words were, the calmer his heart became, as if he had let go of a burden he had carried for a long time, and he also seemed to muster up the courage to take that step, finally reconciling with himself.

"The only thing I can do is to guard Taitu, even if I want to surrender to the dyeing society!" He still didn't say a word: because... this is my home.

Cen Zhuo looked up at him, the one hiding in this giant killing machine was just a ten-year-old boy with bruises all over his body.

"If I have feelings," Ruyi Zhu turned around, "I will only be tortured to death by myself."

"Hey, where are you going?" Cen Zhuo asked.

"Tired," Ruyi Zhu asked him back, "Aren't you tired?"

Cen Zhuo didn't know how to answer.

"Come on, sit at the house of a person who has no feelings like me," Zhang Xiaoyi provoked him, a little naively, "if you have the guts."

There is nothing courageous, anyway, he can't beat him, Cen Zhuo asked for everyone's opinions with his eyes, and followed him to the Qiaoshan Villa.

Zhang Xiaoyi took off his bones at the door, and Cen Zhuo asked him: "We have made such a big commotion, why haven't you seen your people coming?"

"I don't give orders, they don't dare," Zhang Xiaoyi said with a childish face, but many adults dared not say, "Besides, do I need them?"

Cen Zhuo was annoyed, no matter what he was too smug, Ruyi Zhu, he rubbed the brat's head vigorously, Zhang Xiaoyi pushed him away, with a bored expression, but a warm heart.

Really, no one has touched him for many years.

In the living room, there was a plaque hanging on the lintel with three large characters: Zheng Tingju, Cen Zhuo and the others went in, those who poured tea poured tea, those who ate apples ate apples, as if they were at their own home, without any rules .

"Hey... aren't you being too casual?" Zhang Xiaoyi's brain hurts.

"We're old friends." Cen Zhuo sat next to him, "This journey is also a journey of sharing weal and woe, so don't see outsiders."

Zhang Xiaoyi raised his forehead, "Don't look outside" should be said by the master: "What are your plans for the next step?"

The living room was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Zhui Yeliang at the same time.

"Lancheng." He said.

Lancheng is located in the southwest of Taitu, [-] kilometers away, and is the largest city in the west of Dyeshe.

"You guys know Lion Roar," Zhang Xiaoyi suddenly mentioned this key question, "And your knife," he pointed at Zhu Yeliang's left arm, "is it the left lion tooth?"

"That's right." Zhui Yeliang didn't hide it.

"An unnamed bone with two pieces of peony lion equipment," Zhang Xiaoyi raised his eyebrows, "What relationship... do you have with the Lion Hall?"

This time, Zhuo Yeliang looked at Cen Zhuo, Cen Zhuo thought to himself what the hell are you doing looking at me, and said bravely, "Actually, I... am the ruler of the peony lion."

Zhang Xiaoyi looked at him, expressionless and silent.

Cen Zhuo also felt that this kind of lie was okay to talk to ordinary people, but in front of a fierce general like Ruyizhu, it was really a bit of self-inflicted humiliation...

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't answer his question, but brought up another matter: "Ten kilometers north of Taitu, there is a small fortress-like city called Wulanqia, and the defenders of the city are the remnants of the Lion Hall."

"Oh?" Zhuyeliang was surprised, "The Lion Hall has been destroyed for three years, and it still has its own stronghold?"

"Yes," Zhang Xiaoyi nodded, "Only in some marginal areas, which are very barren."

"Who is guarding the city?" Zhuyeliang seemed very interested.

"Avalokitesvara," Zhang Xiaoyi said, "has confronted Taitutang for a long time, fought several battles, and is very weak."

Zhuyeliang was very unfamiliar with this name and didn't respond.

"You can go and have a look, maybe there are some acquaintances," Zhang Xiaoyi said, looking at the last seat, where Jia Xibei was sitting, "It's not convenient to take it with me, it's not too far away, you can come back to pick it up at any time."

Jia Xibei didn't look at him, but looked at Yuan Zhen eagerly, and tried to tug on his sleeve several times with his little hand, but was avoided.

"Brother Zhen..." He pursed his lips anxiously. He didn't know where Yuanzhen was angry, but he just... said he wanted to protect himself and stay with him.

But Zhang Xiaoyi knew that because Yuan Zhen was jealous, he was jealous of others treating Jia Xibei well.

Afterwards, Zhuyeliang asked about Mandala, but Zhang Xiaoyi had never heard of it, so he chatted briefly. After lunch, he arranged a room for them. Zhuyeliang followed Cen Zhuo, and insisted on entering his room to see his back. injury.

"It's okay," Cen Zhuo stabbed sharply, "I don't know how many injuries are worse than this."

"Stop talking nonsense," Zhu Yeliang closed the door, "Let me see."

"Oh, it doesn't bother you to marry a wife." Cen Zhuo muttered and began to undress.

Zhu Yeliang went to close the curtains, and yelled at him: "Jin Shui doesn't talk much."

Hearing this, Cen Zhuo slammed his clothes on his head: "Which pot won't open and which pot should be lifted!"

The clothes fell on the ground, and Zhu Yeliang picked them up, as if he was too lazy to say, but also as if he didn't know how to say: "This is the first time I have given someone a bullet."

Cen Zhuo choked there, not knowing from which angle to hurt him.

"I can see that your back is swollen. It should be the tissue around the cavity is inflamed. I want to make sure."

Cen Zhuo rushed to rescue Jia Xibei, but was strangled by a special gun belt.

"Oh..." He lowered his head, a little embarrassed, and turned the blood-stained peony bush to Zhu Yeliang, "Say it earlier, it's your first time."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became even more strange, Cen Zhuo wished he could slap himself in the face, but his back was red with a straight face.

Zhui Yeliang supported his shoulder. Such a beautiful piece of flesh had an ugly bullet hole, which would leave a scar even if it healed. He suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have taken the bullet from behind.

Suddenly, he was surprised, unconsciously, Cen Zhuo was already someone he could regret.

"leaf."

"Ok?"

"The Ulancha that Zhang Xiaoyi mentioned doesn't make much sense to me."

"I think it's worth going," Zhuyeliang said, "It's all the strength of the anti-dyeing society, and it can recruit some people."

"Farewell," said Cen Zhuo, who is a fake peony lion, afraid of meeting people in the real lion hall, "let's go to Lancheng according to your original plan."

Zhuyeliang didn't express his opinion.

"By the way," Cen Zhuo hesitated, but still said, "That mandala..."

Last time he asked, Zhuyeliang choked him, and this time he asked again, and sure enough, Zhuyeliang took his hand away from his back.

Cen Zhuo regretted it, but he didn't know how to cover up the conversation. He was in a hurry, and Zhu Yeliang said in a deep voice, "Mandala is an assassination organization. I have been looking for them for eight years."

Cen Zhuo was surprised, eight years?

"It's as if they never existed, not even a little temperature or a trace of footprints."

"What did they... do to you?"

"They..." Zhui Yeliang hesitated.

Cen Zhuo waited, maybe Zhuyeliang didn't trust him enough, maybe they weren't close friends, maybe they just didn't want to mention it for the time being, maybe...

"They destroyed my physical body."

Cen Zhuo turned his head abruptly and looked at him with trembling eyelashes.

"I didn't wear the skeleton that day... I was attacked suddenly from behind," Zhui Yeliang's eyepiece light flashed quickly, "I woke up, I thought it was only a few minutes, but my... president told me that it was over Six months."

Cen Zhuokong opened his mouth, that sad look, as if he was the one who lost his body.

"To pieces," said Zhu Yeliang, "everything they told me, except my brain, was blown up. During those six months, they tried to use various metals to accept my consciousness, countless times, until 'it' was awakened again. , 'I', became what I am now."

"leaf……"

These two words made Zhu Yeliang's heart palpitate, and he looked away: "Since the president told me the name Mandala, I have been chasing it all the time."