One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

"Huh?" Yu Lian raised his eyebrows and said, "If you don't cooperate with such a simple question, it will be very difficult for us later."

Saying this, he patted the execution tool by his hand.

"My name is Keliu."

The young man answered him with his usual expression, he was not intimidated to answer.

From the perspective of Yu Lian, who has done countless interrogations, the young man's eyes did not show any panic, but rather... relief after making some choice.

"My name is Keliu."

"Ke of Nan Ke, keep the ones that stay."

Chapter 130 Four - Yuelong and Natural Disasters 5K/4.8W

Silverfly Island, an unremarkable island with no special features except for its unique scenery, can be said to be countless overseas.

The island is well established by relying on the tourism industry. Summer is the peak tourist season for this kind of island. The tourists who come here for sightseeing are naturally not worth mentioning compared to the everlasting flow of people, but they are still passable.

In the only church on the island, a priest in a black robe holds a scripture and recites the scriptures devoutly.

"The Lord said, I sprinkled the blood on the world, so that you can find the way to the kingdom of heaven."

"The first one to come from the west with blood on his face, who worships and bows down, is the righteous of the Lord."

"The Lord said, I want you to walk on the earth in my place. You need to tell the living beings: whoever respects you respects me; whoever murders you murders me. Honey; I will bring great disaster and disaster on those who murder me."

"The second bloody man comes from the north, he does not appreciate the blood of the Lord, and is an ungodly man."

"The Lord said, I want you to realize your sins in the frozen land. That is your country and your prison. You have to spend 3000 years to wash away your disrespect, or I will cut off everything and bring disaster to you."

"The third blooded one comes from the south, he follows the righteous, the Lamb of the Lord."

"The Lord said, I want you to respect the words of the righteous, and what he says to you, I say to you. You live on the earth, and if you want gold to spread, that's what I promise you."

"The fourth bloody one came from the east to ask the Lord to give more blood, the guilty one."

"The Lord said, don't be covetous, and he became angry and betrayed the Lord. So, the Lord sent his wrath to the sinner, and ordered him to be in the hell in the east forever, to be cut ten thousand times, hacked ten thousand times, and cut ten thousand times every day. Through the heart."

"But the Lord was sad. He said: I defeated the sinners from the east, but the dragon propped up hell with millions of greed. I don't want the earth to suffer, and I won't let the dragon come out."

"Therefore, the Lord withdrew the blood and made hell collapse; without the Lord's blood, the way to the kingdom of heaven would be cut off."

The priest with an oriental face closed the book and said with a smile, "This is the end of today's Bible."

"Ah, no, Father, tell me more!"

The children in the church suddenly became fussy: "The Lord has withdrawn the blood, so can the righteous of the Lord see the Lord? Can anyone else go to the kingdom of heaven? Where is the dragon? What happened to the dragon?"

The priest shook his head and smiled, "I'll tell you the rest of the story later."

"...Okay." The children agreed unhappily. It was obvious that the priest held a lot of weight in the hearts of these children.

"Kodo." The priest turned his attention to a child who had been quiet all the time, "What do you think of the story?"

The boy Kodo was silent for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "It's not very good."

"Oh?" The priest raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest, "Why not?"

"Why does the Lord say what He says?"

Kodo looked at the priest: "Why did the Lord say that whoever is a righteous person will be respected; whoever is a sinner will be chopped down."

The priest walked to Kedo's side and touched his head: "It's up to you to think for yourself. What do you think is right and what is wrong? Kodo?"

"...I don't know." Kodo shook his head, "I just know that no one can bully my family, and those who hurt my family must be bad people."

The priest was stunned for a moment, and then laughed heartily: "The blood's revenge and hatred are above all else, and you are right, Kodo."

"Then your father will be shot if he kills someone!" A child jumped out with a smile on his face.

"Your father was shot!" Kodo glared at him angrily, "My father wouldn't kill people! I told you, he was bullied! Whoever bullies my family, I will beat him!"

The priest looked cheerfully at the children who were arguing, with a soft expression on his face.

It's just that this warm atmosphere didn't last long, and the door of the church was pushed open.

"Painter, please take a walk."

The young man standing at the door lowered his head slightly and said in Jiuhua, "Please, Uncle Long."

The priest nodded, put the Bible in his hand on the podium, looked up at the majestic cross, and smiled inexplicably.

"Okay, when it's time, you have to go back to eat on time, and the last one to leave remember to close the door, you know?"

"I know! Father, go slowly!"

After touching one little guy after another with a smile, the priest followed the young people and left the church.

It took the young man about ten minutes to drive the priest to a high cliff on the edge of the island.

A painter sits on the edge of the cliff. He holds a paintbrush and a palette and looks out to the sea, but the paper on the drawing board is still blank.

"It's rare for you to come to me on your own initiative."

The priest...or Uncle Long, with his hands behind his back, leisurely approached the painter.

"What, what's the matter?" He asked.

In the next second, the young man standing beside the painter, who brought Long Bo here, pointed his gun at him at the same time.

Long Bo's expression remained unchanged: "What do you mean? The cooperation has broken down?"

"Cooperation...broken?"

The painter didn't turn around, but asked calmly: "Uncle Long, do you really plan to cooperate with me if you are more than a dragon?"

"Isn't there?" Long Bo asked back, "If not, then why did I risk doing so many things? Just for fun?"

"Or...do you still think that the annihilation of your group of people is my problem?"

They ushered in a near-collapse break some time ago.

The power of all the cultivators lurking in Jiuhua within a day, without any countermeasures, was destroyed like a flattened ant's nest. For the natural disaster... it was a loss no less than half cut.

As for this problem, the painter will of course point the finger at Yuelong immediately.

Aiming at this... It seems that there is a deep hatred with the Jiuhua government, but in the final analysis it still comes from the Jiuhua organization.

But under Long Bo's dealings, the natural disaster still gave up targeting Yuelong.

The reason is very simple - because although the matter is extremely strange, Yuelong has no ability to steal all the cultivator branches of the natural disaster in Jiuhua.

It's just that this incident caused even greater cracks in the already weak alliance between Yuelong and natural disasters.

And this incident-

"You obviously can deal with Ripper in the first place."

The painter's brush began to leave marks on the white paper-it was scarlet blood.

"I provided you with Ripper's position, and you should deal with him that day."

"why……"

The painter's tone was very calm: "Why did it drag until now? The news of the terrorist attack came out of the eternal venue?"

"You doubt me just because of this?" Long Bo laughed out loud, "Do you know that my own people, the most capable subordinates are also included here?"

"Folded inside?" The painter turned his head, revealing a face covered with a bronze mask.

"If you are from Jiuhua, why are you in it?"

Long Bo stared at the painter's eyes through the holes in the eyes of the bronze mask: "You don't think that an unknown person who is not even a cultivator is qualified for me to make sacrifices?"

If Uncle Long was really from Jiuhua, he had been undercover until now, and there was no need to lose his life for a guy who wasn't even a cultivator to expose his identity - this is the simplest truth.

But the painter did not speak, and the young man who brought Long Bo here had already put the muzzle of a gun to the back of Long Bo's head.

"Your words are terrible." The painter said calmly, "So, I don't want this kind of ambiguous answer, I want... an exact reason."

"You have five seconds, Lumber."

Long Bo and the painter looked at each other: "Your suspicion makes me very unhappy, painter."

"Four."

"Are you doubting... my hatred?"

"three."

"Do you think everything I did before was fake?"

"two."

"Murder, chaos, terrorist attacks, all acting?"

"one."

The trigger has been pulled down.

"Tsk."

Long Bo took out a black cube from his pocket.

"……stop."

The painter's tone finally became a little turbulent.

"You killed that pawn because of this thing."

Long Bo stretched out his hand and threw the cube to the painter: "You think he will always be on your body, so you let my people deal with him immediately."

"But have you ever thought...if he didn't bring this thing with him, after he dies, where should we go to find this thing?"

The man in the priest's attire smiled and said, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be mocking.

"You took so long to find Pselton?"

"Otherwise? Even if I kill him and I can't give you this thing, you will turn your face."

The painter was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, making everyone around him back off.

On the high cliff, only Long Bo and him were left.

"I didn't expect that he would make such a decision."

After a long time, the painter said: "I think, with Ripper's character, he should be entangled for a longer time. Even if he is, hehe... influenced, it is impossible to easily leave Pselton as a clue."

"Who knows?" Long Bo shrugged, "plans always have surprises."

"Yeah, accident."

The painter draws a brush again, and gradually depicts a terrifying world with deep blood red as the background color on the drawing paper.

"That accident ruined most of our plans."

"Until now, I still can't figure out what exactly Jiuhua used...to be able to determine the information and location of all of us extremely accurately within a day."

"It's really scary..." Uncle Long also sighed, "If it wasn't for my people to be covered in layers of skin, none of them would be able to escape. It's really dangerous."

Then, the two fell into a period of silence.

"The loss of your manpower." The painter suddenly said, "That Hanba, right... the fifth energy level, I will find a way to make up for it."

"If you can do what you planned for me, that's enough."

Long Bo's tone was very calm: "Until now, I haven't been able to figure out what you are going to do."

"It's not difficult to understand that you asked my people to catch Shanks and use this to make meritorious service and penetrate deeper into the Black Embroidered Knife. After all, as long as the information instilled in that abandoned son is all meaningless false information, it will be fine."

"But you put that pawn who is not a cultivator on the chessboard..."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly: "I think it's impossible for you not to know his character, on the contrary, when you know that he is very likely to be influenced by Jiuhua's native land and become suspicious of his past, you will still He was included in this scheme that spanned such a long time."

"What you told him is also false information? Do you want Jiuhua to go in the wrong direction? If not all the cultivators who can be used are all damaged, the difficulty of planning the facts will suddenly increase. You don't want to let Jiuhua know more There is a lot of information, so I let my people deal with him."

"That is to say..." His realization turned to the black square in the painter's hand, "Before that big problem occurs, it doesn't matter if you let Jiuhua know about this thing?"

While creating, the painter calmly said: "Ripper is a smart man. Although he is not a cultivator, it does not prevent him from being a smart man. He is one of the very few people with the ability to think for himself."

"Such a person will sooner or later realize that the Jiuhua depicted by the natural disaster is false, and it is easy to have a strange sense of belonging to that country, but at the same time... bred by hatred, supporting his belief that he has spent more than [-] years, It cannot be easily given up.”

One of the leaders of the Scourge said: "This kind of complexity makes people believe his words-although to him, they are all true."

Long Bo raised his eyebrows and said, "In other words, what you told him was indeed false news?"