After going through such a psychological journey, Xian Qing obviously decided to continue this behavior.

While despising Yingmeng's naivety, he said: "It's not as good as someone who almost lost his life just to eat raw meat slices."

Yingmeng lazily leaned back, and finally looked at Xian Qing with compassion, and sneered in her heart. She finally heard it, Xian Qing already knew that she couldn't hold on, and she didn't know why the other person saw her discomfort.

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Perhaps it was just a show to plot against her with a cold eye. Seeing her almost die at the mouth of a vulture, it was most likely a joke to him.

It's normal, isn't it? They will become enemies sooner or later, and everything about Xian Qing is no longer important to her.

But her heart gave her another answer, which was retaliation. She... had indeed done some outrageous things, but her behavior... was really done by Xian Qing.

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"That's not a gift from Lord Immortal. In order to break my request for food, someone really did whatever it took."

Xian Qing's expression remained unchanged, and his tone remained calm, but Yingmeng always felt that there was a faint resentment in his tone. "Both of us, each other, are not as good as some people who sell third-rate products without any lower limit. If it weren't for a certain person,

People will do whatever it takes for money. I ask myself that I would not end up like this. Another question, does someone have any requirements for food? I am afraid that someone does not even have principles."

Ying Meng's eyes flashed slightly, and she suddenly became interested.

The resentment in Xian Qing's tone coupled with the other party's words that were similar to complaints, combined with the other party's state, made Ying Meng feel that she seemed to have discovered some truth.

Xian Qing's current state of being unable to fight back, as well as the pain of the spiritual energy colliding in his meridians, were all caused by himself, and should not be said to be caused by the weapons he sold.

Suddenly, Yingmeng felt that he had been sublimated. He also felt a little regretful as to why the weapon he created did not allow him to perfect it, but let others beat him to it. But it's okay, rounding off, it can be regarded as being perfected by himself.

However, the other party's willingness to expose her scandals proves that the other party does not regard her as an enemy yet, or just wants to relax. It just so happens that she also wants to find someone to talk to. Anyway, there is no reason for the two of them to be enemies in this desert.

The two of them just started arguing in an extremely way.

One party blames the other party for abandoning him in the desert. He clearly calculated that he was not strong enough and still did it. It is simply crazy. He will do anything to insult his noble taste in food.

The other party thinks that his style is too high

Shang, the great sacrifice he made in order to make some people realize their shortcomings and speed up their growth cannot be understood.

Then he severely condemned the other party for creating all kinds of cheats at will for money.

Xian Qing also knew that Ying Meng was interested in her own experience, so she complained fiercely to her about how she almost lost her life in the hands of an opponent who was so much weaker than herself. All this was because someone shamelessly created a bunch of

There is no reason for the cheat, and then it is measured by money.

However, this view was quickly dismissed by Yingmeng on the grounds that when she created these arrays, she did not expect that they would be sent to this place. Her act of exchanging talents for money was the essence of the transaction and did not violate any moral rules.

After all, nothing can be done without money in this world.

Then he complained to the other party about his miserable experience in return.

Unknowingly, the conversation turned out to be a disaster.

I don’t know how these two people, who are usually extremely thoughtful and can influence the world’s situation with just a tap of their feet, behave so ly in front of each other? They are like two children arguing with each other over a piece of candy.

The main thing is that what they are fighting for is not a piece of candy, but who is worse off.

In the end, there was no big fight, probably because one of the two was unable to move, and the other had no attack power.

The final result of the argument was that Xian Qing narrowly won. After another round of misfortune, a certain "child" who despised the other party's naivety seemed to be very proud, and then assigned a task to a certain loser. "I think the other platoons

The caller has a plug-in, and we should also have a plug-in."

Yingmeng rolled her eyes and already knew that the so-called plug-in was the formation disk. She said that without the materials, she couldn't practice the formation disk.

Then, she received a pile of debris thrown at her by Lord Xianjun, who had regained his composure.

Picking up a piece, he found that it was a formation disk that had been chopped into pieces. Each one was the crystallization of his own labor. Now that it was smashed into pieces, it still looked so unsightly. Yingmeng felt a bit of heartache, and his face was full of resentment.

, just point at the other person and curse.

Xian Qing looked at this exquisite disguise and didn't know. He thought he had deceived Ying Meng's feelings. He sneered and his eyes darkened. How could he be so ? He exuded sharp dignity again, indicating that he had made enough trouble.

, and then Ba Liang closed his eyes ruthlessly and began to rest. He wanted to re-examine his behavior.

I only stayed there looking at the fragments, feeling sorry for myself.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon.

Xian Qing felt the state of his body. Although he couldn't use force for a short time, he could still walk normally.

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Looking at Ying Meng who was still sleeping huddled in the corner, I thought about whether to wake him up.

After looking at the formation disks thrown randomly on the ground.

Xian Qing shook his head helplessly, picked them up and put them away one by one, classifying them according to different attributes.

Looking at the last and smallest array plate, which should have been made with leftover scraps, a smile appeared on the corner of Xian Qing's mouth.

He glanced at Yingmeng who was sleeping soundly in the corner, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes, reluctantly letting her rest for a while.

Cleaning the array plate is such a waste.

Xian Qing pressed his temples. He was really a child, but he was not much better. He actually had a quarrel with a child before, which was really . But the funny thing is that this seemed to be what he wanted to do.

Sometimes he really wishes he could live like a child, carefree. Likewise, he knows that he can't carry too many things on his back.

After setting foot on this territory again, walking into this forbidden land that he had never entered before, and knowing that his tribe was hiding in this place, his heart was already in a state of confusion.

The night the Orcs fell was deeply engraved in his mind. Blood spread all over the horizon, and there were countless casualties. It was a one-sided massacre. Soldiers in armor crazily slaughtered unarmed civilians.

Screams, fighting sounds, and shouts resounded through the sky.

Facing the cold and ruthless cavalry, knowing that they had no power to resist, none of the civilians bowed their heads or surrendered.

Everyone picked up the objects around them that could be used to fight back. The women took kitchen knives, and the children took the wooden board and joined the battle. They dragged each one before they died.

No one surrendered, no one surrendered, not even a three-year-old child.

Those sanctimonious immortal soldiers never burned down houses or raped women, and they didn't even spare sows.

But in the end everything disappeared, as if it had never existed, leaving only the valley full of corpses and rivers of blood, proving that a bloody battle had taken place.

The memory of that night is clearly engraved in my bones and is indelible.

The relatives and friends who had laughed and played with him the day before were left with only blood dripping and vaguely visible bones after that night.

The blood dripping from his fingertips was so shocking.

A once glorious civilization was completely destroyed, leaving nothing behind.
Chapter completed!