The girl looked at the note blankly, a little shocked.
Looking left and right, the four large characters on the note suddenly became more scrawled, as if they were written in one stroke, and then the handwriting became more and more blurred, and finally disappeared completely.
After being stunned for a long time, the girl came to her senses. Before she had time to breathe, she hurried back to the table and picked up the pen again to start writing.
What's the use of being angry? It's completely useless. Instead of being angry, the girl is now particularly surprised.
She has been here for who knows how long. The letters she threw out have never received a response. This time, and the only time, she got a response.
No matter what was inside, it was enough to surprise her, because it represented hope.
After she picked up the pen, she wrote a long article in a hurry, but in an instant, the girl frowned slightly and tore up the written article.
She frowned and was a little confused about what to say.
The person who responded was very perfunctory and didn't want to pay attention at all. No matter what you wanted the other person to help with, speaking directly was not a good option.
With the other party's response this time, she probably understood why no one had paid attention to her after so many years.
How to make the other party understand is the most critical thing now.
Recalling the past, the girl slowly remembered that asking for help seemed to be the most direct way.
"Get me out of here, and I can tell you where there is an immortal vein..."
Tear it up and rewrite it. This news is not a secret. There should be quite a few people who know that the ancient heaven has this immortal vein in its hands.
But knowing it, there is no way to get it.
After thinking about it for a long time, the girl continued to take out a piece of paper.
"Get me out of here, and I'll tell you a piece of news. There is a place where a fairy grass is about to grow."
After writing this, the girl gained some confidence, folded the letter with longing, and gently held it and sent it out the window.
The letter turned into a piece of peach petals, flew out of the manor with the breeze, fell into the sea of clouds, and disappeared.
On the other side, Qin Yang was still squatting by the two doors and observing. He didn't know how many people were dispatched to the ancient underworld.
It has been running continuously for several days. Instead of slowing down, the number of people passing by has become stronger and stronger.
Qin Yang had to personally take action and suppress it with all his strength to keep the bridge from collapsing.
I don’t know who those people are. When crossing boundaries, they don’t know how to restrain themselves at all. They are like mad dogs. They are not afraid of falling off the bridge and ending up being lost forever.
They are not afraid, but Qin Yang is.
Falling from the bridge is not a normal loss of space, but a direct fall into the wild world.
It would be much more troublesome for these mad dogs to discover the wild world than facing Taihao's people.
Qin Yang worked painstakingly for more than ten days. The time for the large group of people to cross the bridge finally passed. Qin Yang took a breath and immediately started to rearrange the formation.
We strive to completely suppress this place and maintain the stability of the bridge with all our strength to ensure that people in the ancient underworld will not have to worry about being cut off when fighting Taihao, nor will they have to worry about falling to death on the way.
After completing the suppression, Qin Yang turned around and prepared to leave.
After taking a step forward, he took his foot back again. Looking back, he saw that he had completely suppressed it. Even the sacred tree took the initiative to help, and the space was almost completely suppressed and solidified.
Suddenly, another thought came out stubbornly.
Qin Yang looked a little solemn and immediately turned on the second speed of thinking to capture all the details of this thought.
He has now added guardrails to the bridge and added protection on top, turning it into a closed passage. No matter how crazy the dog rushes over, he can still cross the bridge safely.
All we have to do is pile up our own roadbed, build a new foundation for the bridge, and lay a new layer of absolutely stable protection.
Just like that, a ray of thought actually came out.
Qin Yang felt that he had to take it seriously.
First, the opponent must be very powerful, or in other words, have special abilities.
Second, he was targeted by the bottle drifter.
It must be that when he suppressed his thoughts before, some thoughts had already drifted out before he even felt it.
Qin Yang stretched out a hand and squeezed it gently, and the invisible thought flew out and turned into a piece of white paper spread out in front of him.
"Get me out of here, and I'll tell you a piece of news. There is a place where a fairy grass is about to grow."
The words "Immortal Grass" were enlarged and bolded, and colorful flashing special effects were added.
Qin Yang looked at the beautiful handwriting on it and clicked his tongue.
This time, he was obviously very clever. Unlike last time, when he was at least a world away, he was still shouting for help. No matter who it was, no one would believe it.
To be honest, calling for fire is more useful than calling for help.
This time, regardless of whether it is true or not, at least the news seems to be honest and sincere.
Qin Yang didn't want to pay attention to the other party, but now the bottles thrown by the other party were delivered accurately, which meant that he had no idea what thoughts escaped him last time, and he had already given a reply and established contact.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang looked at the towering sacred tree and replied to the other party.
"I have fairy grass, I don't care about it."
Although the sacred tree is just a fairy grass that grows crookedly, it is impossible to regain the appearance of the fairy grass.
However, there is nothing wrong with saying that the sacred tree is a fairy grass.
Throwing the thought out, Qin Yang thought about it for a moment. These words may not be able to dispel the other party's thoughts, and they will still stare at him.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang threw out another idea.
"What you are looking for are the enemies of the gods. Only they have the power to save you or kill you. I am just a young monk with immortal grass under the command of Officer Zhuxinxing. I have no power. I didn't report you.
I'm very merciful, please don't contact me, it will be fruitless."
Whether it's a fishing trip or a real call for help, this message contains the corresponding information.
It is best to go fishing and tell others that Guan Xinzhu has recovered, and others will naturally equate it with being too weak to recover.
…
On the cloud platform, the girl was lying in front of the window, staring at the peach blossom tree outside the window. Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and a peach petal fell down and fell into the girl's hand.
The petals turned into a large piece of paper, and six large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes slowly emerged. The disdain on it was almost ready to be expressed.
"I have it! It's not rare!"
The girl paused slightly and stayed there, not knowing how to react for a moment.
She had never thought that the other party would reply like this.
Before she could recover, another breeze blew through the window, and a petal fell, flew into the window, and landed on the girl's desk, automatically forming a large piece of paper.
There are still dragons and phoenixes dancing on it, and the characters are very scrawled.
"Look for me with a hammer!
I am just a little monk with only one fairy grass. Besides, I also have an identity. I am the Heart-killing Star Officer under Emperor Taiwei.
I didn't go to report to the Emperor of Heaven, I was just giving you face, don't push your nose and face.
You go look for the mad dogs in the ancient underworld. Oh, forget it, you're lucky, you don't have to look for them. I just sent those guys there. These guys are 10% happy to destroy the good deeds of the gods, no matter which god they are.
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Also, stop sending drift bottles to me, if you don’t date online, there will be no results and you will be blocked!”
The girl stared blankly at the paper on the desk, which disappeared silently. Her hands were trembling, and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
It was as if she could see a vulgar man with green lotus fangs, a fleshy face, a bald head and gaping teeth, spitting on her face from an unknown distance away.
These handwritings are the result of thoughts. She does not understand the literal meaning, but she can also understand the meaning behind the words.
Seeing that the paper had disappeared, the girl rushed forward to take a few more glances.
She sat in front of the desk with an excited look on her face and an inexplicable brilliance in her eyes. As long as the other party was willing to respond.
And it was much better than expected. Not only did the other party respond, but he also revealed his identity.
As a star officer under the Taiwei Emperor, he did not report to the Emperor. He must be a good person, although he looks a bit ugly, his words are a bit ugly, and he is a bit too vulgar.
But that's not important.
The most important thing is that the other person is a good and compassionate person.
The girl was so excited that she took out the paper again, recalling the information that could be used, and prepared to write again.
At this moment, the sea of clouds outside was still churning, and this seemingly static world suddenly became rippled.
Among the white clouds, there were suddenly some black clouds with a cold aura, which rolled up and turned into a huge ghost with a green face and fangs. The cold aura caused black and gray snowflakes to fall in the manor in an instant.
The next moment, an angry roar exploded high in the sky.
"Congratulations, Taihao."
A scorching sun appeared in the sky, and its dazzling divine light illuminated the entire world into a bright world. Apart from the brilliance, nothing could be seen anymore.
The light dissipated, the huge ghost disappeared, and the manor located above the sea of clouds once again returned to its former tranquility.
The girl was lying in front of the window, stretching her neck and looking outside, her face full of surprise.
After a while, she reluctantly returned to the desk and continued writing happily.
This gentleman whose name I don’t know is really a good man. He said what he said was none of my business. Although it was a bit vulgar, he still came to help me in the end.
"Good sir, I saw the person you asked to help me, a very ugly but powerful Mr. Ghost. Unfortunately, he couldn't save me.
However, I still want to thank you.
I don't know where you are or what you like, but I know a lot of things. You can tell me what you like.
Then I'll tell you where you can get it."
As she wrote this, the girl thought of Qin Yang's last words, and she could understand the meaning of online dating from her thoughts.
She pursed her lips, smiled secretly, and added the last sentence.
"Also, my name is Twelve, I am a human being, a man."
She held the peach petals turned into letters and gently sent them out of the window. She watched the petals float out of the manor and disappear into the sea of clouds. She continued to lie by the window, waiting for a reply.
…
Taihao World.
The war started without brewing.
A true fire priest whose combat power was definitely at the forefront, and who was also the best at restraining evil spirits and ghosts, died first.
It will take some time for the new True Fire Great Priest to take office. After taking office, it will also take a long time for him to be able to perfectly control the power.
On the earth, in a sect with various races, fierce competition is already going on.
The method they practice is based on the true fire of the sun, but there are very few people who can come into contact with the true fire of the sun.
The entire sect is a reserve for the True Fire Great Priest. When Taihao chooses the new Great Priest, the first thing he considers is the True Fire Sect.
Today, not many people know about the grudges and entanglements in ancient times, and even fewer persist in them.
The reputation of the gods here is completely different from Qin Yang's inner understanding.
Here, the gods are just gods in the morning, whether it is Emperor Taihao who cannot be looked up at, or other gods.
After cutting off the source of information, time will wash away all black spots.
Especially when this time is long enough, if the past history is dug up, it will only be slander with ulterior motives.
The invasion of the ancient underworld would only be labeled as a demon, and everyone would kill it.
Therefore, Taihao didn't react at all. The only ones who did react were the great priests and other gods.
No matter how others responded, they just thought they saw an opportunity.
For example, in the True Fire Sect, the original True Fire Great Priest is immortal. If the strongest person among them is unable to break through on his own, he will end up running out of life.
Now an opportunity that fell from the sky has fallen, and I don’t know how many people are envious of it.
There are also people who are looking forward to the death of other great priests, and even more people are looking forward to the death of gods...
As soon as the war began, internal strife and overt and covert fighting began uncontrollably.
For example, some people have begun to want to lead the way and quietly sent a lot of information to the ancient underworld.
…
All of this has nothing to do with Qin Yang for the time being.
After Qin Yang completely sealed off everything near the bridge, he confirmed that there were no large groups of people left for several days, so he temporarily relaxed and went back to rest.
While basking in the sun, Qin Yang suddenly felt something and opened his eyes.
Immediately he felt that a thought drifting bottle was smashing straight towards him.
Qin Yang smacked his lips and thought to himself, why is this guy on the other side not done yet? Is that clear enough?
As soon as he had an idea, a roll of paper was spread out in front of him.
Looking at the content above, the first sentence made Qin Yang confused.
Since when did you have the title "Mr. Nice"? When did you ask for help?
Why don't you know?
Was he beheaded casually?
Qin Yang quickly flipped through the small notebook, and there was no similar record in the memo.
Qin Yang thought about it, Mr. Ghost...
Maybe it was the gang from the ancient underworld who happened to fight, but was misunderstood by the girl opposite.
Keep looking behind you.
As for what I like? What I like has something to do with this person.
After reading the word "man" with special effects at the end, Qin Yang was silent for a moment and tore the paper into pieces.
What does it mean? What does it mean? As for adding special effects to highlight it?
Would I be interested in a man like you, a girl whose heart is overflowing? Or a drifting bottle?
He has enough experience to tell him that as long as he doesn't see anyone, it's unknown whether the person communicating with him is a human or a dog. Doesn't he know this?
A big character containing fierce anger flew out along with Qin Yang's thoughts.