One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

"No." The painter shook his head, "Our goal is indeed the Xuantian Pagoda, but... the method is somewhat different from what we told them...."

"They will realize their value in their own ways and achieve their plans—Shankers' arrest, Ripper's betrayal, all of these are expected, except...the destruction of all cultivators."

"That's really a big blow." Long Bo shook his head and said, "Then, can you still complete your plan?"

"can."

The painter's answer was calm and powerful, as if describing an established fact.

"Even if almost no one is available?"

"Cultivators are not everything." The painter turned to look at Ripo, "We have been rooting for this plan for 19 years. Don't think that without a cultivator, we can't go on."

Long Bo smiled and said, "Is this giving me a little confidence as a collaborator?"

"It's an apology. It's not time to tell you these words."

Gradually, there were other things in the blood-red world... but they were all broken and mottled blocks, and it was impossible to tell what they were.

"It's you, how should you explain to Jiuhua that something is wrong with your people?"

Long Bo said very relaxedly: "Jiuhua still needs me, not to mention that there is too much room for maneuver in this matter, just like you don't know what I have spent so long on. ...not sure, is it?"

"What's more, he has the consciousness of being an abandoned child at any time, so there is no need to worry."

The painter nodded and said, "That's good."

"So, is there anything else to talk about?"

"There is one thing that needs to be handed over to you."

"Let me see it before I talk about it."

"The details are already on your table, let my people drive you back."

"It's work."

"Hehe, it's just for our common goal."

"That's right, common...goal."

After Long Bo was sent away, the painter's valet came up to him and said in a low voice, "Can he be trusted?"

"He can't." The face under the painter's mask was expressionless, "He is a devil who is full of lies, and he can't even believe half a word."

"Then why did you..."

"Because what he did was true, what he said was true."

The painter is calmly creating his latest work: "The crime Yuelong committed in Jiuhua is big enough, and his hatred and hatred...is also enough to be furious."

"Do you remember the phone call he made in front of us?"

"'A pure speculator,' he called himself."

The painter leisurely said: "The best way to cover up your true purpose is to put on an identity...which is specious to your own behavior, but completely different from your purpose."

"He has always played the role of a 'speculator', and it is precisely because of this identity that Jiuhua will trust him. As he said-Jiuhua will never lose, and Jiuhua himself thinks so."

"But Uncle Long...heh."

Not many people in Jiuhua knew about Long Bo's identity, even in Yuelong.

But the painter knows.

That was the cornerstone of Long Bo's cooperation with him, and it was his guarantee for a certain degree of trust in Long Bo.

The original founder of Yuelong was the victim of the Yuanling human experiment in the great turmoil 400 years ago.

Today, there are very few people who still have relations with those founders, and most of them have lost their connections.

As a force hostile to Jiuhua, natural disasters also have predecessors and forces. More than 400 years ago, many of the founders of Yuelong who were driven by hatred went overseas to seek strength.

The natural disaster also learned some news through its own channels.

Among them, there is information about the "identity token" of the leader of Yuelong's founder.

That inherited object has no ability, and its only meaning and value is to symbolize the identity of "the head of the original founder of Yuelong", representing the person who single-handedly contributed to Yuelong.

Originally, this thing, this information, has no value these days.

But... Uncle Long personally went to danger, came to the headquarters of the natural disaster, and brought this thing to the painter.

His crazy behavior and this identification finally allowed the two parties to reach a cooperation.

Long Bo himself was not to be trusted, there was no doubt about it.

He must have his own calculations-although the opportunists are covering up, they are not all lies.

But the hatred that has lasted for a full 400 years can be trusted.

As the most intuitive, the most direct bearer of this hatred, the successor of this hatred, Uncle Long... can also be trusted.

"not to mention……"

The painter said indifferently: "He who hasn't come into contact with the truth so far, even if he has ulterior motives, what's the use?"

"Instead, we can extract more value from him...Londe, meet him for lunch tomorrow. I want to learn from him about the... Ms. Gu he was talking to during that call."

Long Bo had a conversation with "his damaged subordinate" Han Yan in the room.

"Can this run away for you?"

"Hehe, Ms. Gu is very talkative, just like you think."

"After she did that, the first thing she had to do was to go to Yujing to meet those two people, and according to the characters of those two people... definitely wouldn't allow her to do whatever she wanted in Jiuhua."

Uncle Long took a sip of his tea: "As for that Ms. Gu's character, hehe... How could she refuse such a request? In the future, we don't have to worry too much about her making a move. Of course... don't cross the line."

"Ripper's matter, your calculations are a bit outrageous."

"It's just poor intelligence. After losing the cultivator, the natural disaster basically lost Junmi City's intelligence capabilities, but we are different."

"What are you going to do next?"

"There is an interesting new job on the natural disaster side... Well, Ye Si's collapse period is coming soon, right? There is a high probability that Yasha will come over, and I will leave it to you."

"Give it to me again? You've given me too much hard work, Uncle Long." Han Yan complained, "I don't know, I really thought I was your younger brother."

Long Bo laughed and said: "Anyway, I think so, you're used to it, uncle."

"How about the natural disaster?"

"It's about the same as I expected, but... Even if I gave the device called Psherton to the painter, he still doesn't trust me."

The man shook his head and sighed: "It's so cautious that it makes people desperate. So far we haven't touched the core of the incident, and the day when his plan will be realized is getting closer and closer. It is not easy to achieve our goal first."

"Can you make it?"

Just like the painter replied calmly and powerfully with the word "can" when Long Bo asked him whether he could complete the task, Long Bo also smiled lightly and said, "It's too late."

"Success or failure depends on one move." Hanba at the other end of the communicator whispered, "You have to be worthy of your past, Uncle Long."

"I know."

The man raised his head and stared at himself in the mirror.

He looked at the burning hatred in his eyes, and repeated: "I know."

Chapter 130 – Who am I to see the world for?

Yan Lu was not at home tonight, and her friend seemed to be discussing something important with her, and there was a high probability that she would stay out for the night.

And Gu Wulian didn't fall asleep either, she was thinking about what happened today.

The young man carrying the explosives, Fan Ning who was inexplicably involved, and... Hanba.

Jiuhua, Yuelong, natural disasters, all kinds of entanglements among the three, she already knows everything.

Because of her presence, it is of course impossible for Hanba to run away.

However, Gu Wulian never thought that Hanba could escape from Wang Jingxian's grasp at all.

Although she once met that young man and saw that this person was hiding very deeply, she didn't think that among the cultivators of this era, anyone could easily surpass Wang Jingxian in terms of comprehensiveness.

The talent of that black-haired loli is extremely rare in the era of cultivating immortals. Coupled with the extraordinary talent of the earth spirit root, it can be said to be unimpeded on the road of cultivation. In terms of strength, it is also not at the same level as other fifth energy levels.

But Wang Jingxian couldn't stop Han Yan—it would be a euphemism to say that he couldn't stop him. The "young man"'s attitude with ease, obviously came and went freely.

But when Gu Wulian shot to stop him, all these confusions at that time were answered.

——Han Ba ​​told her all the truth without reservation.

After listening to Ms. Gu, she waited for about a minute or two before clarifying the ins and outs of the present and the past, and all the unanswered doubts.

She didn't expect that this game of chess would be so big, and at the same time, she also didn't expect that Han Ba ​​would tell herself all the truth so frankly.

"Because I can't convince you in other ways, Ms. Gu."

When the young man was stopped by her, he said: "Only the truth, only the truth can convince you."

"Bo Long won't know that I told you about this matter. To be honest...in fact, there is a little bit of my selfishness in it."

Under the quiet moonlight, the white-haired girl sat alone by the window, recalling the shocking conspiracy that Han Ba ​​had confided to herself, and sighed.

"Some things... are not easy in a thousand years."

The struggle never stops.

This multi-party game spanning decades allowed Gu Wulian to find the coldness of walking in the abyss when she was young. The era of cultivating immortals, where the weak prey on the strong, rose from the difficulties.

It is impossible for Hanba to lie, she has verified it with magic.

But Gu Wulian, who knew the complete context, thought over and over again, and finally chose to let Hanba go.

From the point of view that Han Yan told her about this matter, she no longer needs to intervene at all, and the huge conspiracy that hangs over Junmi City will come to an end in a short time.

but--

"Don't worry..."

The little head with its chin resting on the dining table turned in distress, and the side face pressed against the cold table, a little of the soft and tender meat squeezed out.

She stretched out her hand to poke the fleshy leaves on the table, sighing sadly.

Still don't worry.

In this whole incident, the natural disaster is indeed a terrorist who can cause a lot of turmoil in Jiuhua. Even if Gu Wulian knows the whole picture of the whole incident, he can't feel at ease at all.

This is different from the era of cultivating immortals. In that era when she was not the only one with great power, it is naturally impossible for her to control countless disasters and chaos alone.

But today, when Yuan Ling is so rare, Gu Wulian has really become someone who can rule the fate of this world.

If she wants, she just needs to break into Jiuhua's warehouse where Yuanling crystals are stored and absorb all the Yuanlings in it. It only takes half a day at most to bring the whole world into her palm.

Gu Wulian in this era has real power to rule and rule everything.

Gu Wulian, who is not great, is narrow-minded. What I hate the most is that out of some strange principle, he obviously has the ability to rewrite tragedies, but sits by and watches tragedies happen, and he is determined not to be such a fool.

If someone told Ms. Gu something like "no atmosphere" or "small family spirit", she would definitely jump up and bang bang to knock his head off with two punches.

What's the matter?The young people in this land are tossing each other, so it's fine to stand on the sidelines and watch, but why do you want me to stand on the sidelines and watch the people who come outside to act as monsters?Then what is the use of my resurrection to be invincible?How many girls in the family cook every day?

If Xun Jianzhang and Zhao Changlie hadn't been right, and she had already made an agreement with them, if she had known that the incident would be such a big deal, she would have flown overseas with full firepower to take off the heads of those terrorists. .

But since he has established a principle with the helm of this era, it is naturally impossible for Gu Wulian to do this, so he can only poke the succulent worriedly at night to relieve his mood.

She stood up and looked out the window at night.

"Go and blow dry."

Gu Wulian whispered, and her petite and thin figure moved under the night sky in an instant. Normally, it is absolutely impossible for her to squander Yuanling so extravagantly, but today she is in a restless mood, so she just uses it up.

The white-haired girl in Qinghui hugged her head and leaned back, just lying in the sky where the night wind howled.

Thousands of years ago, she also drank wine and sang to the moon like this.At that time, there were a group of idiots, lunatics, and paranoids she recruited from all corners of the country. Those who have wives look for wives, those who should practice practice, those who should visit flower houses, although they have great wishes in their hearts, they are not hindered by all kinds of worries.

It's just that at this moment, the moon is still shining for thousands of years, but there is no old madman and prodigal son, let alone a glass of wine.

Gu Wulian suddenly understood why he was so busy like an old woman.

She died in the court that day, throwing a heavy burden on her group of old friends, and she walked neatly.And now, it was her turn to repay this neat debt.

Emperor Zhenxian had to take a look at the wonderful world a thousand years later for his group of courtiers who were deceived by him.

"If Lao Bai was here, he would laugh at my mother-in-law, hesitating and worrying, which shouldn't be the way of Emperor Zhen; if it was Shang He, a dog who can't spit out ivory, he must say something. A resentful woman who breastfeeds a 20-year-old child; if it's Po Wu, I'll definitely make me do whatever I want, if it's Qing Ge...that kid Qing Ge..."