hero?it must be me

Because between Zheng Qi and this first-generation Hassan, there is no longer the kind of captivating courage that is difficult for anyone to get involved.

"Grandpa, tell me."

Li Xiang said, "I'll try my best to answer."

"One question, is the head of the lion king who has fallen into a god what you are looking for?"

"..."

Lixiang frowned tightly at the first question.

This made the curse wrist on the side a little surprised.

In his view, none of this is a problem.

You know, before everyone came, they were still discussing how to break into the holy capital and overthrow that pure white lion king——

"Feel sorry."

Li Xiang suddenly sighed: "To be honest, I'm still not sure about this now."

"Your Excellency Lixiang?!"

The cursed wrist exclaimed.

Where is a big battle imminent, one of the chief generals is still confused about whether he should risk his life to fight with the enemy?

Lixiang's answer was too inconceivable in the eyes of the mantra.

Because all along, Li Xiang's performance has shown that this girl who was initially involved in this journey of human salvation due to an "accident" has been honed and is now a courageous and outstanding master. up.

But Li Xiang like this is actually on this kind of problem...

"Don't worry, Cursed Wrist."

Sanzang on the side said half comforting half explaining: "You can't lie at a time like this, you think, generally speaking, it's impossible to make up your mind as soon as you come up and kill someone you haven't even met once. ?”

"Not everyone can be like Zheng Qi, as if they were born carrying out the austerity of [Great Liberation]."

In the words of Sanzang, the first sentence is easy to understand, while the second sentence is difficult to understand.

But the basic meaning, the curse wrist understood.

And looking at Lixiang's complexion, it was indeed as Sanzang said.

The girl never wavered in her determination to fight the Holy City to the end.

She just had doubts about the Lion King who hadn't even met once.

This is like a detective who can solve a murder case in a locked room.

The evidence is solid, and the end of all reasoning has clearly pointed out who the murderer is.

But beyond that, what is the murderer's motive?

Is the motive of this crime bad enough to be condemned by thousands of people, so that a person with conscience would like to kill the murderer on the spot?

Not every detective will go this far.

However, Lixiang, a young "detective", is the type who will explore this step.

Curse Wrist turned to look at Zheng Qi.

Zheng Qi didn't make a sound, and his demeanor didn't change.

Similar to Zheng Qi, the old man did not comment on Lixiang's answer.

The first-generation Hassan just continued to speak: "Second question."

"Have you ever thought about it, this time, you can sit back and relax?"

This is another weird question.

But Lixiang's performance this time is different from the previous question.

She shook her head rather curtly.

On the contrary, Zheng Qi, who had always been quiet, suddenly looked at the first generation Hassan.

"Don't worry about it, old man."

"Whoosh..."

Facing Zheng Qi's unkind words, the old man seemed to laugh, and let out a low guttural voice from under the pale skull.

"So, magicians, go to the desert."

The first generation of Hassan said to Lixiang: "The real intention of the Lion King, the nonsense of the Sun King boy, the flaws of human reason, and all these-the beginning of the many difficulties you have overcome so far."

"After you have mastered everything, if you wish, my sword can also be your vanguard."

Hearing this, the curse wrist was too surprised to speak.

Da Vinci on the side raised his eyebrows.

The words of the first Hassan seemed to remind her of something.

Sanzang blinked in a daze, "Well, let's be clear, you mean that as long as we go to the desert and find something, you will be willing to help us? But the desert is so-so big, it's hard to find things Lah, give me some hints, give me some more!"

"...the alien world in the middle of the desert, everything you want is in it."

The old man replied: "It's located in the desert, but it's not within the reach of the Sun King boy. It's a treasure house of knowledge buried in the yellow sand."

"Its name is Atlas House."

This time, Mash's expression also changed.

She looked just like Da Vinci just now, thinking of something.

"Magicians, it's time to know the cause and effect of human incineration."

After the first Hassan finished speaking, he slowly turned his gaze to the cursed wrist.

And the cursed wrist also froze all over.

However, after a brief moment of stiffness, he relaxed again.

"Then, the man with the cursed wrist, hand over your head."

A red light glowed in the old man's eye sockets.

"Yes."

Curse Wrist bowed his head: "Curse Wrist Hassan, willing to accept any punishment."

"Wait, please?!"

Bedivere hurriedly stretched out his hand and shouted anxiously: "You are——you want to cut off the head of His Excellency Cursed Wrist? Why?!"

"My face is the death of the old man. My sword is the death of the old man."

The first generation of Hassan replied calmly: "I am the old man of the mountain among the old men of the mountain, the knight of the foreign land, the traveler with the silver arm."

"That is, Hassan who killed Hassan."

This remark made Li Xiang and the others present have an idea in their hearts.

"When the old man in the mountain is rotten, depraved, and strayed from the way, I will appear in front of him."

"do you understand?"

"When the elders in the mountains of all ages were dying, they all saw my mask."

"No one can escape from my sword."

"Therefore, the person who can see my face and my sword is a real old man—"

The old man held his sword in both hands, but his eyes focused on Zheng Qi from the crowd.

"My awakening is the destiny."

"As Hassan of this era, he failed to fulfill his duties, which led to this."

"in this way--"

Like an announcement, the old man's old and majestic voice was like a bell ringing in everyone's ears.

"Deprive the old man of his face."

This sounds like an unreasonable statement.

Who could have predicted the awakening of the original Hassan?

Why does his awakening mean that the curse wrist failed to fulfill his due obligations and responsibilities?

For a moment, many thoughts like this appeared in Lixiang's mind.

To sum it up, it's roughly three words.

This is not right.

But whether it was the bowed head with the cursed wrist, or the calm and upright standing of the old man, they all showed a meaning to Lixiang.

For them, this is right.

Yes.

Even though he was about to be beheaded and deprived of the mask that was Hassan's symbol, he still felt that all of this was reasonable.

What is unreasonable in the eyes of others is what they should take for granted.

...But even so.

Even so, after a brief astonishment, the first thought that popped into Li Xiang's mind was——

"Bullshit."

As if spitting towards the side of the road, Zheng Qi spit out such a word expressionlessly.

Facing the old man's gaze, he slowly drew out the pair of giant fists that had been put back in his pockets.

"Da Vinci."

"in~"

Da Vinci looked at the excitement and raised his hand, "What's your order? Brother Zheng Qi."

"Take care of Lixiang and Matthew."

"You don't need to take care of this."

Just when Lixiang and the others didn't quite understand the meaning of Zheng Qi's words, a dark green mist quietly emerged from Zheng Qi's body.

"Curse wrist, remember what I just said?"

"Uh……"

Which sentence?

——Curse Wrist wanted to ask this question.

But Zheng Qi's eyes made him unable to say these words for a while.

"Father."

"It's okay."

The old man nodded slightly: "I should have dealt with the old man's gaffe in the mountains."

"Okay, then you two..."

Zheng Qi stepped forward.

The billowing mist entangled his body, and rushed towards the calm old man and the panic-stricken cursed wrist.

On the peak of the mist, Zheng Qi raised his right fist.

"Give it to me, bite the bullet."

Chapter 391 Chapter 91: This is what my mother taught me

The first to fall was the curse wrist.

This is also an expected result.

With just one punch, a crisp uppercut aimed at the flank, the consciousness of the cursed wrist flew away in an instant under the pain and impact.