The first thousand three hundred and sixty chapters of the policy of the remnants of the West
The story of Dongyue and Xiliu Kingdom falling in love and killing each other could go on for several nights.
But compared to the Northern Xinjiang Empire, which directly borders Dongyue, the Ying Kingdom, which is only separated by an inland sea, or the South Australia Alliance, which is bounded by mountains and mountains, the friction between Xiliu Kingdom and Dongyue is the least.
The ocean directly separates the two countries. At least the two countries have never had a war, and they cannot afford to fight such a war thousands of miles apart.
As a big country, the Xiliu Kingdom likes to stir up trouble behind the scenes, resell military supplies, or have disputes with the Northern Xinjiang Empire, which is only separated by a strait in the far north.
This kind of war profiteering behavior once made people very uncomfortable.
In recent years, there have been constant storms in Xiliu Kingdom, and the disasters have been severe, and victims have spread everywhere. Many people feel that God is helping to punish them, and they feel secretly happy.
For example, now, the victim Xu Zhi is also suffering.
With Yuan Zong Bokong's guarantee, he had the status to temporarily enter the Xiliu Kingdom.
But in order to prevent Xu Zhi from causing trouble, and also to prevent Xu Zhi from getting into trouble.
Yuan Zong Bokong took Xu Zhi with him temporarily.
"You promised to give me a small bottle of copper whale elixir oil."
"I promise, I promise, if I don't deliver it, you will break my legs when the time comes."
"You're too polite. There's no need to swear such a heavy oath."
Yuan Zong Bokong waved his hands repeatedly, and it could be seen that he was quite satisfied with Xu Zhi's swearing, and the white eyebrows and beard on his forehead trembled.
Xu Zhi watched in pain as Yuan Zong Bokong took off a rather small recorder from his collar and inserted it into the Maximilian information device. Xu Zhi's voice of promise and assurance could be heard clearly in the video.
"I'm not targeting you specifically, it's just used to record some memo information." Yuan Zong Bokong said proudly: "As I get older, I often forget things. It's very convenient to have such a little thing."
"You are right, everything you said is right."
People of a lot of age are very smart. Is it because I am afraid that he will default on his debt or something, so I came here to check it out.
"Maximilian, please keep this record carefully. This little thing can only record for twenty-four hours. It's too inconvenient."
"You people who are engaged in information can't invent a recorder that records ten or eight years. Why is the capacity of the storage medium so small?"
Yuanzong Bokong complained very much and handed the recorder, which was only the size of a button pin, to Maximilian.
"This tiny model has a very large recording capacity," Maximilian replied helplessly as he looked at the specially made recorder.
"Technology is developing. You should look forward and ask more people to study it. Maybe one day it will be researched."
"Yes, I will definitely tell the scientists involved in research to work harder."
Maximilian responded in a muffled voice. He was just a user, and his job was not research, but the big guys in these cultivation systems could never tell the difference.
“Researchers don’t know how to move forward in their thinking and need to be educated.”
Looking at Xu Zhi's slightly surprised look, Yuan Zong Bokong gave a brief explanation.
"right"
Xu Zhi nodded, carrying the bucket of silver arowana blended oil that Yuan Zong Bokong needed, and followed him down the aisle of the resettlement room.
In fact, the white-haired old swordsman cast too heavy a shadow on him back then.
Now that the other party's attitude has changed, he hasn't gotten used to it for a while.
If it is true as Yuan Zong Bokong said, after doing it once, the grudges of the past have been put aside, and it would be right for both parties to become more harmonious.
After all, he is a master-level cultivator, holds a high position, and is already ten years old. His character is not what they imagined as young people. He is careless and has hatred in his heart at all times.
As Mysterio said, different strengths and different positions lead to different ways and concepts of looking at problems.
"You came all the way from Dongyue to play, and Yan Xuankong doesn't care about you."
Yuanzong Bokong looked at Bolivar who was doing the test in the resettlement room, and felt that Xu Zhi crossing the sea to find someone to play with was just a waste of time.
But if there was any other purpose, he didn't think of it. He would never go to the Xiliu Kingdom to catch the remnants of the Ku Cult.
"Our Yan family has a laissez-faire approach to education, and the master never cares about such things," Xu Zhi said with a smile.
"He is just a harpy, and he didn't have time to take care of his son back then. That Yan Cizong ran away from our Xiliu Kingdom ruins and never came out. Later, the wrangling lasted for more than half a year before it stopped."
The incident of Yan Cizong is a taboo in the Yan family. No one ever mentions it, but only pays homage to it every year.
Xu Zhi had no idea how he died or whether he had taken revenge.
If he died in the ruins, there would be no explanation. Who can he talk to for explanation?
At least Yuan Zong Bokong was able to catch Tuo Guhong and beat him up, leaving the Yan family with no way to take revenge.
"Don't worry, I'm the most serious person. I rarely go into ruins. I only go to safe caves like that."
Looking at Yuan Zong Bokong's suddenly suspicious eyes, Xu Zhi patted his chest to reassure himself.
"I don't know anything about the terrain of Xiliu Kingdom. I don't know where there are ruins. I don't know how to get into it." Xu Zhi said with a smile: "I heard that you have two caves here. If you can help recommend them..."
"You are from Dongyue. Unlike us Xiliu people, a bottle of copper whale sesame oil is not enough."
Yuan Zong Bokong interrupted Xu Zhi's little fantasy.
"Those two bottles."
"Wait until you deliver the first bottle."
After finally finding a thigh to lean on, Xu Zhi was about to bargain a bit.
Suddenly I heard Bolivar yelling "It hurts" when he entered the resettlement room for testing.
The long sword on Yuan Zong Bokong's back beside him had already flashed past.
"The remnants of evil."
Yuan Zong Bokong hummed and stepped directly into the room.
Inside the room, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man was seen sitting on a stool. He seemed not to have expected that death would come so quickly. He stared blankly at the people in front of him with his eyes that were rapidly turning gray.
A double-winged sword with a thin blade was inserted into the middle-aged man's neck, directly piercing the cervical vertebrae supporting his head.
A fatal blow.
There is no chance of rebound.
Yuan Zong Bokong raised his hand slightly, and the double-winged sword was thrust back into his back, causing the blood on the opponent's neck to spurt out.
This way of drawing out and retracting the sword is extremely coquettish, much more chic than him carrying a long stick. Xu Zhi looked envious in his heart.
When his face straightened up slightly, he supported the trembling Bolivar next to him.
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Bolivar's face turned pale and his teeth chattered.
"Master, has my brother gone crazy in his cultivation?" Bolli Piere asked anxiously.
"No need to worry, he just simulates the energy movement in the body of the remnant and causes some stimulation, which is beneficial and harmless. It is equivalent to enduring a little impact of the relic effect."
Yuan Zong Bokong said calmly and glanced at the middle-aged man opposite. The man's face had begun to change color rapidly.
Just like humans in the real world entering ruins and dying, the bodies of the survivors also began to decay rapidly, several times faster than normal people.
The two policemen quickly came forward to search the body. After taking out some scattered items, they transferred the body to the quilt and hurriedly carried it out.
"We give the second generation survivors the opportunity to accept modern life and survive, and we can continue to assimilate them and manage them, but for the survivors with various strange abilities, especially those who are unpredictable and want to sneak into the disaster-stricken areas."
Yuan Zongbo opened the middle-aged man's relics and held a light blue scroll between his fingers. The impact of the inner energy instantly turned the healing scroll into confetti.
Dots of light blue water magic elements flickered in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.
"Kill without mercy."
Yuan Zong Bokong's cold voice came, and Xu Zhi immediately understood Xiliu Kingdom's policy towards the survivors.