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"Don't forget Zhu Wuyan, the master of Qinglong Pavilion. She seems to be the fateful person in the Huang series novels, and she should also be Wanwan's master."
"Forget it, don't worry about these useless things, hurry up and record a video. As long as the video contains beautiful women, it will definitely be in the top five of this month's event posts."
[Wanwan, from "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty" of the Huang series, is a saint of the Yingui sect. She loves Xu Ziling deeply, gives silently, has no regrets, is quirky, and humiliates herself for love, disobeys her teacher's orders, and ultimately does it for her lover.
No more struggling to exit.]
"She did not accept her fate." Xie Xiaofeng, who was sitting at the fifth seat on the right, and Murong Qiudi, who was sitting at the seventh seat on the left, said at the same time.
Then the two looked at each other, the former turned his head away, and the latter smiled and continued:
"I have read the book "The Legend of Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty". Wanwan's best skill should be the secret arts of the Yingui sect, but now she is using the spiritual illusion skills taught by Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion.
It is a pity that although this mental power is close to the level of a grand master, the threat it poses to the young hall master is extremely limited."
"Your point of view is only half right." Yuan Suiyun suddenly said, "It's not that she didn't accept fate, but that she couldn't accept fate. Everyone present should know that accepting fate is not that easy."
Then he pointed at his eyes and smiled bitterly:
"I have made certain sacrifices for this, and I believe that you have more or less given up some things that originally belonged to us."
All the fatal bodies present were silent. They had to conform to a certain characteristic of the original owner of the fatal body, which also meant that they needed to give up a certain habit or precious thing of their own.
In comparison, Yuan Suiyun just gave up a pair of eyes and made a lot of money.
At least he is still himself, instead of having to change his character to become another person, even though he is already 80% similar to Yuan Suiyun.
This topic immediately made the atmosphere of the scene a little heavy.
Li Shizhou, who had already moved to the left seat at some point, suddenly pulled the corner of Ning Xiaoyao's clothes, who was enjoying watching the excitement.
Ning Xiaoyao frowned, looked at this stranger whom she had heard about for a long time but was only in contact with him for the first time, and said in confusion:
"Is there something wrong, little Marquis?"
"You should have set off with Ghost City, but why hasn't Ghost Lord shown up yet?" Li Shizhou said.
Ning Xiaoyao replied:
"We left the ghost market three days ago, but after a day's departure, the ghost said he had some personal matters to resolve, so he parted ways with us."
Then he nuzzled at Yuan Suiyun next to him:
"If you don't believe it, you can ask him. After we arrived at Daoshan, we didn't see them catching up, so our Dao domain came up first, and Mr. Yuan waited until everyone from the Yuan family was gathered before we went up the mountain together.
As for Mr. Fang...he is still at the foot of the mountain with Huamanlou waiting for the members of the Yuelinghua clan, as well as the visitors from outside who were trained by the Huanjia Fang clan."
Yuan Suiyun nodded and said that Ning Xiaoyao was right.
Li Shizhou touched his chin after hearing this and said thoughtfully:
"He probably intended to be the last to arrive."
"Um, you don't want to say that the protagonists are the last to arrive, right?" Ning Xiaoyao has also been spread a lot of strange ideas by them since he started contacting the aliens.
Li Shizhou shook his head and said:
"If you arrive last, you can see the situation more clearly. After all, the seats in these two rows have been placed early in the morning.
And among the leaders of forces who arrived early, some of them must have secretly joined the ghost market and spread the news here in a timely manner."
"Little Marquis, I don't agree with what you said. I, the Yuan clan of Quxi, chose the right side, which does not prove that I have joined the ghost market. I believe that the same is true for the Xie clan of Zinong." Yuan Chengzhi said righteously.
Li Shizhou curled his lips, looked at Yuan Xian who had quietly pricked up his ears and said:
"Chief Yuan, do you think so too?"
Yuan Xian did not answer, but Xie Xiaofeng, who was sitting on the seat, took the initiative to interrupt:
"Zinong Xie didn't take sides, but I can take action when necessary."
Then he and Li Shizhou looked at each other understandingly. When they were at Tianjianmen before, Yin Xue had no time to leave early, so she didn't know what happened next.
Obviously, taking advantage of that opportunity, the two had some contact and finalized some cooperation.
Of course Yuan Suiyun didn't forget to add another sentence.
"This is my personal position and does not represent the entire Quxi Yuan clan, but I think it is not enough for me to make a choice."
"It seems that your first contact with the Ghost Lord was very harmonious." Yuan Xianyi pointed out.
"I just know that I can't take any chances when facing him, and there is no option to be neutral." Yuan Suiyun said seriously.
His words immediately aroused Yuan Chengzhi's dissatisfaction.
"How dare he declare war on me, the Yuan clan of Quxi!"
"Of course he dares. He might even kill your entire clan with a backhand. After all, the Quxi Yuan clan alone cannot compare to Wangyou Ghost Market." It was Li Shizhou who spoke, but at this moment he said it with a smile on his face.
This passage always has a sense of irony and excitement.
"The eight great families are connected by the same spirit..."
This time, before Yuan Chengzhi finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yuan Xian:
"That's enough, don't express any more opinions."
Yuan Chengzhi felt unwilling, but nodded and kept his mouth shut.
At this time Yuan Xian looked at Li Shizhou and said:
"What you said seems to be lobbying for the ghost market, but in fact it is provoking our eight great families."
Li Shizhou shrugged and said:
"Clan Chief Yuan, you are overthinking. I am neither a lobbyist nor a swindler. I am just standing in my position and need to first confirm who is a friend and who is an enemy."
Then he looked towards the center of the square, and everything seemed to go back in time, because Ying Wuque was blocked by Sima Kongming again, but the opponent he faced changed from a defeated Murong Fu to a somewhat depressed Wanwan.
At this time, Sima Kongming also came up with exactly the same rhetoric. In the end, the result was a draw, and Ying Wuque took the initiative to give way.
Then the group from Linxue Nuanxiang Pavilion, led by Shang Zhonghe, walked straight to the left, and then chose the fifth position.
"It's really boring. Doesn't anyone dare to choose the first and second seats?"
Li Shizhou sighed and returned to his original seat in a flash, giving Yuan Xian no chance to continue questioning him.
Xie Xiaofeng, who had answered a sentence before, also continued to take a nap in the fifth seat on his right.
But not long after he made this move of pretending to sleep, he opened his eyes, and Li Shizhou, who had been talking about being bored, also became interested.
Because in the next second, a shocking situation of black and white, and then fighting each other, rushed towards us.
This time, in response to Bi Yue's idea, no poem number appeared, but this suffocating sense of oppression was better than thousands of poems.
At the stairs leading to the square, a woman wearing a black dress and a woman wearing a clean white dress appeared.
The former's eyes are as black as paint, and he is full of energy. His gaze can make any man fall in love. The slim gauze dress further accentuates his graceful figure and is full of intoxicating charm.
The latter is petite and exquisite in stature, but his aura is not inferior at all. His temperament is even more noble and noble in comparison, which can be said to be a peerless elegance.
At the same time, compared with the former, her beautiful face revealed a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away, and could even be said to be cold.
If we compare the two people to two flowers, one is a black rose covered with sharp thorns but blooming with infinite charm, and the other is an extremely cold snow lotus that enchants people but dare not take a step closer.