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Next, Xue Tong and others lived in the palace and waited for Boya's return.

This wait will last for seven days.

Every day there are excellent food and wine, and countless beakers linger and return. Butler Li is always waiting for Xue Tong's orders. Thousands of servants are working around Xue Tong and others. As long as they think, they can get anything from this dynasty, even the lychees in the East Ridge, the horse milk grapes in the West Xinjiang, the dried fruits and fresh vegetables in the Beiyang, and even the tributes in the palace will be no exception.

It was not until this time that Xue Tong knew how powerful the king was. It can be said that in this dynasty, although he was not an emperor, he was better than an emperor. He did not participate in state affairs, but every word he said had greater majesty than the emperor. The entire country was more like his back garden than the emperor's family and country.

Therefore, Xue Tong naturally received the highest service.

When they get up, some people dress, some people hold bowls when they eat, and even when they sleep, two beautiful girls will get into his bed, called warming the bed. But Xue Tong knows that as long as he has a casual look, these two beautiful girls will be very happy to develop the warming bed to a "warming bed".

However, this is not the life he wants.

The smell of beautiful girls and beautiful maids, sweet songs and fine wines, and powder covers the smell of blood. This is the gentle home of ancient dynasties, but not the harbor of blood. Even if the beautiful girls here are gentle and respectful, blood still feels an inexplicable sense of urgency. It is like someone is driving him away with a whip behind him.

So on the morning of the seventh day, he found Butler Li and wanted to know when Boya would come back.

Butler Li's attitude was very respectful. The kind of respect that he could lie under his feet and lick his boots at any time. But the answer disappointed Xue Tong.

No one can know the trace of the King of Sides, even he doesn't know it. So Blood Eyes can only wait.

This wait will be another seven days, and there will be another seven days, and the last seven days...

It's been a month...

Xuetong stood by the small lake in the royal palace, looking at the microwaves and water birds rising in the small lake, her eyes a little confused.

Boya has been gone for a month. During this month, they spent every day in the gentle country. It was like a dream. A month was not long or short, but in this world of drunkenness and dreams, Xue Tong felt a trace of fear.

He found that his reaction began to become slow.

Every day, he still conducts rigorous training and torture himself with various means. The same is true for his companions. The rapid burning vitality has long stopped. Now he feels that his body is like a pool of stagnant water, which is difficult to arouse any fluctuations. The pool of biological energy in his body is still operating. But the blood pupil can feel a trace of its desire to die, which seems to be gradually withering and depleting.

All this happened in just one month, so fast that Xue Tong was unacceptable.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of power it was to cause all this, but he knew that he could not wait any longer.

After a month, Boya has not appeared, which means he has encountered some troubles. The only thing that can cause him these troubles is the magic-equipped warrior who broke into the ruins before.

They are all the most outstanding elites in the Third World, and there are higher-level strong leaders. Blood Eyes are really hard to imagine how difficult they will be. Although this is Crodill's home court, with the five most outstanding masters in Crodill's history as guardians, they are only clones left. It's too long... Even Crodill's great creature, it is impossible to maintain immortal vitality. Perhaps... from the beginning of his stepping on this planet, the glory of Crodill's five masters will be destroyed in the dust...

Xue Tong squatted down, picked up a stone and threw it into the small lake. With a thump, the stone stirred up ripples and also frightened a group of water birds.

In a pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake ahead of him, graceful singing was still flying, and the beautiful shadows were graceful and dancing gracefully, forming a dreamlike scene. But the pupils of the bloody pupils suddenly contracted, and a hint of coldness flashed.

He stood up and was about to return to his residence, but he saw an old figure walking behind him.

"Sir, what are your instructions?" Butler Li asked respectfully, as humble and careful as before. His old body almost bent to the ground.

"Do you... don't have any news about adults?"

"No, the prince will not know our servants anything." Butler Li still answered the same thing. However, Xue Tong didn't say much this time, just nodded slightly and walked out of the garden. Ten minutes later, Xue Tong led the team out of the palace and integrated into the crowd outside.

Blood Eyes have to find the answer by themselves.

Since Boya cannot test himself, he must find the altar and the exit.

Xue Tong no longer wants to wait, because the longer he waits, the more he finds that he begins to weaken. This weakness is not only high, but also his spirit is gradually paralyzed, as if he is infected with chronic poison. So he can only leave, before losing the power of action.

It took another half a year to go. During this half year, Xue Tong led his team to walk through many places, royal cities of the dynasty, remote towns, and even mountains and rivers outside the border. He visited many people, some were famous scholars, and some were well-informed local snakes, but without exception, he did not get any information. The entire dynasty was like a closed world, surrounding him.

The more Xue Tong explored, the more disappointed he became, and at the same time he was surprised to find a fact. Even if he could no longer mobilize energy, he and his companions, including Wright, had unknowingly lost the ability to mobilize energy. They were no longer able to fly, nor had the power to destroy the world. The once sensitive thoughts were as if they had been rigid, and they could no longer drive them. No one could tell when this change happened, as if they did not have these abilities. And in the conversation between Xue Tong and his companions, they gradually discovered that they seemed to have even begun to lose themselves.

At the beginning, Robbie and the Gemini brothers could comfort themselves. They chatted with themselves some jokes and interesting things to pass the time, but as time passed, they became dull and became less and less willing to talk. Later, they completely lost the possibility of talking. They followed themselves like walking corpses. They ignored everything except their orders.

His team has completely lost its vitality.

Xuepeng didn't know how these changes were produced. But he felt a little scared from the bottom of his heart. This feeling was very strange. He hadn't been afraid for a long time. But at this moment it seemed so strong and vivid. So much so that he couldn't help but feel the cold with the tenacity of Xuepeng.

But he was still searching, gritting his teeth, searching step by step.

His next goal is the corner of the East China Sea, the most marginal area of ​​the dynasty. This place has always been regarded as the location of exiled officials. However, Xue Tong got news from a great scholar, and it is said that he had once rumored to have seen immortals here.

Xue Tong does not believe in the legend of immortals. In his eyes, the so-called immortals are a group of strong people with enough strength to break through the void. He used to be part of it, but at this moment, he is just stronger than ordinary people.

The long-term paralysis caused him to lose almost all his abilities. Apart from his strong body and sufficient combat experience, he had nothing left. Even his trusted companions and subordinates became a group of walking zombies who only knew how to obey orders.

This feeling is terrible, terrible enough to make the strongest warrior collapse. But Xuepin still insisted...

He wants to survive. Live well.

The will to survive from the end of the world defeated the fear of the unknown, allowing him to persevere until now, and now it seems that he will continue to persevere until death.

Two more months later, Xuetong finally arrived at his destination. When he crossed a high mountain and saw the surging sea tides and endless sea levels below the mountain, his mind was suddenly shocked. It was a kind of shock that transcends the soul, as if he had broken away from the shackles and saw the dawn of dawn.

Xue Tong's mood suddenly became cheerful, and all his worries seemed to disappear without a trace at this moment. He walked towards the beach surrounded by many companions, where there was a small fishing village.

There was no one in the small fishing village, and all the rooms were empty. Xue Tong saw an old fisherman on a reef by the sea.

The old fisherman sat there fishing for a long time. His clothes were rotten and only cloth pieces were left. His body was thinner and his skin was as skinny as bones, but his spirit was very good, with bright eyes.

When the blood pupil walked behind him, the old fisherman suddenly 'shush' and said softly. "Speak softly, don't disturb my fish."

Xue Tong looked at the tide beneath his feet and heard the sound of thunder like muffled thunder. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

There are still fish in this situation? They still need to hide and live? This old fisherman is really pedantic and cute.

But he still took a lighter pace and walked behind the old fisherman little by little.

From his angle, it can be clearly seen that the old fisherman had no fishing line on his fishing rod. He was fishing with a bare fishing rod, with the pole tip being at least three meters away from the water surface.

"How can you catch fish if you do this?" Xue Tong couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

However, the old fisherman ignored him and still looked at the water under the fishing rod with all his attention. After a long time, he whispered. "You only know that I'm fishing, but you don't know that I'm fishing."

Fishing and fishing seem to be the same word, but the old fisherman takes it for granted, just like saying two truths.

Blood pupils naturally couldn't understand and could only remain silent.

But the old fisherman seemed to know his doubts and answered it on his own. "Fishing is to catch fish. But fishing is just to study fate. I know that my fishing rod has no fishing line, but who can be sure that fishing rods without fishing line can't catch fish?"

"If fate decides that a fish will be caught by me, then it will definitely take the bait regardless of whether I have a fishing line or not."

The old fisherman squinted his eyes and said, before he finished speaking, his bloody eyes saw a tide suddenly slashing at the reef. As the waves splashed, a sea fish actually jumped up in the air and walked onto the fishing rod... (Welcome, your support is my greatest motivation.)

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