Jing Yu looked into the distance. Many soldiers in armor were surrounding them, always ready to attack.
He changed direction and found an abandoned fox hole. The three of them got into the bag and rolled out together!
The bag's center of gravity shifted and fell into the hole.
This was the first time the cloud had gotten into her pocket. Even though her sense of smell had deteriorated, she still smelled a foul smell.
The shiny golden thing she saw before was actually a wide platform, made of acrylic-like material.
In the center of the transparent platform, there is a ball-shaped object that is continuously emitting golden light. There seems to be words on the ball, but no matter how hard the clouds blink, they cannot be seen clearly.
The world is hazy, and everything is covered with a layer of white veil like the silver moon.
Even if the light shines through the bag's mouth, she can't see her teammates' faces clearly.
"Why are there guards? You, no, who is this old lady?"
Yun Tuan asked in a low voice, the joints all over his body were stiff and painful, unable to bend at all.
"We robbed the nearest stable and moved it out from the palace we just passed by -" Jing He picked up a piece of gold and knocked it on the platform a few times. A slight dent appeared on the surface of the gold.
Jing He paused and continued: "There are very few people who die naturally these days. Most of them die of illness, starvation or war."
"Yes, going to the palace is just to try your luck, but he has always had good luck, so he brought out the old man." Jing Yu crumpled his backpack into a ball, made it into a pillow shape, and helped "Old Mrs. Yun" lie down.<
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Jing He shook his head, "My brother also has other considerations. He wants to snatch the emperor's mother and attract the guards. Even if the witch gets angry, we can get some shields. However, I am very curious..."
"What...what?"
Yun Tuan truly felt that his vitality was losing, his brain could no longer move, and the voices of the two young men seemed to be coming from far away.
Although there were people around her, she felt an unspeakable loneliness.
There will be no one accompanying you on this journey.
Everyone says death is not the end.
But, does living in someone else’s memory count as living?
Others will only remember her merits or mistakes, and will not feel the slightest bit about her days of crawling and walking alone.
"What does it feel like to die?"
Jinghe squatted down and slowly approached the gray-haired old man. Looking at it this way, the old man's face was full of ridges and deep wrinkles, and his pupils were covered with a layer of shading, making it difficult to see clearly.
"This, I..."
"Speak quickly, speak quickly! How do you feel now? Are you tired or suddenly relaxed?"
Jing He asked curiously, but the old man gradually closed his eyes and breathed weakly. He sighed, and then thought of more important things——
"What the hell, brother, what should we do with our second round of answering questions?"
Jing Yu pressed his eyebrows and said, "For multiple-choice questions, if you watch for 1 minute and 40 seconds, we can still get the answer right."
The words just fell.
The answer screen pops up automatically!
Jing He obediently chose answer type one, staring at the question.
[Type 1 selected, question 1:
Hermes is one of the twelve main gods of Olympus and the son of Zeus and Maia. Which of the following descriptions does not belong to him?
A. The messenger of Zeus B. The creator of fraud
C. The patron saint of thieves D. Stealing fire for mankind】
Jing Yu caught a glimpse and answered first: "Choose D. The one who stole the fire was Prometheus."
[Congratulations on your correct answer to question 1. Each team member received 5 points. Question 2:
The phenomenon of witch trials in the Middle Ages began in the 12th century and reached its peak in the 12th century.
Please select the missing time content in the underlined part.
A. Thirteen B. Fourteen C. Sixteen D. Seventeen】
The two of them looked at the question quietly, and no one said anything for a while.