Chapter 142: What do you look like?! Second replay...
Fifteen minutes after Bai Qiu left, Chu Xiuyan quickly stood up and turned into gray mist and flew towards the palace. The system helped to point out the location.
[Hey, Zhang Chun just left the Red Dress Cult headquarters, and is expected to arrive at Bai Qiu's residence in ten minutes.]
Chu Xiuyan couldn't help but think about why Zhang Chun was at the Red Dress Cult headquarters, and asked: [Where is Cui Zhiyong? ]
The system searched the upper city and finally landed at the palace. [He was talking to the king.]
[…Talk?]
The system's detection capabilities are deployed over a wide range: [Yes, the atmosphere seems to be OK, the First Knight Commander [Ming] is also here. In addition, Bai Qiu has entered the nobles' residential area, Wuji is still at the Red Dress Cult headquarters, and the knowledgeable are leading a team to stop the Hidden Lantern Society riot in the central city. If any of them wants to reach the palace, it will take at least four minutes.]
[Bai Qiu hasn't entered the center of the banquet yet, right?] Chu Xiuyan was in a gray fog state at this time, and he made a question mark flying here and there. [By the way, I always feel that the uncle's original plan was not like this, but after he went to the Red Clothes Cult headquarters and contacted Brother Water Monster, he seemed to have learned some news and changed the plan...]
System guess: [Is it referring to the fact that "only Choi Ji-young, who is also a follower, can completely kill the king"? ]
Chu Xiuyan couldn't figure it out either, and suddenly thought of another thing, [I didn't come here before and had time to ask, how did Cui Zhiyong die? ]
The system replied: [Died from excessive blood loss. 】
Chu Xiuyan felt something was wrong, so he used his two gray fog questioning numbers to strike each other, and gave up thinking: [Let me rush first! ]
Less than a minute later, he arrived at the palace hall where the king was, and as soon as he entered, he was almost blinded by the golden light.
The decoration inside the hall is extremely gorgeous, with magnificent golden pillars supporting the ceiling, showing prosperity and luxury, while the walls and floors are inlaid with dazzling jewels, sparkling with golden light, filled with a feeling of the wealth of a stupid son of a landlord.
On the north side of the hall was an equally luxurious throne, on which sat a king who looked like a mountain of flesh. His body width was almost the same as his height, like an inflated meat/ball, and his clothes were stretched so tightly that they seemed like they could tear at any time.
His face was full of flesh, and his eyes were squeezed into two thin slits, making it difficult to discern his expression. One could only tell from his voice that the fat king was in a good mood at the moment.
"That's right, that's right! I knew you could figure it out!"
The fat king patted the armrest of the throne with his hands. He looked like he barely had the strength to raise or lower his hands. He seemed to be struggling, but his attitude was strangely gentle. "Zhiyong, don't blame me for being wary of you. After all, you have been lurking in the forest for many years. I can't be sure if your mind has been affected."
Chu Xiuyan was floating high above the palace, looking down at the conversation below?
Cui Zhiyong stood in the middle of the hall, still wearing the red robe. The first knight commander [Ming] stood beside the fat king, with his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and Cui Zhiyong was not hiding his vigilance and alertness.
System: [There are seven minutes left until the death node? ]
Chu Xiuyan: [Received.]
His attention fell on Cui Zhiyong. Under his gaze, Cui Zhiyong maintained his indifferent look and said politely:
"The ruined city and the bases around it have been deeply influenced by their base leaders, right? The hatred of the gods is deep-rooted. The existence of gods is wrong and is the origin and root of all chaos, so they must be eradicated. But the desert is different. Our generations have been calculating and planning for decades, right? Not to make such a powerful weapon disappear uselessly. Our plan has entered the final stage. I would be crazy to betray my family and choose the more difficult path."
The fat king laughed, and all the fat on his body was shaking. "That's right! That's right, hahahaha! You see it very clearly, and you are very rational. That's great, hahahaha!"
System: [Five minutes to the death node.]
Chu Xiuyan was still wondering how this friendly atmosphere could lead to a double death ending, when Cui Zhiyong suddenly raised his hand to check his watch. Then it moved, and he walked step by step towards the fat king.
He said, "So? I have something strange, Wang."
The atmosphere gradually began to become weird.
The First Knight Commander [Ming] gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
Chu Xiuyan was on high alert, trying to catch any subtle changes on Cui Zhiyong's face. However, Cui Zhiyong seemed to be a different person at this moment. The familiar aura on him faded away little by little, becoming extremely unfamiliar.
The fat king seemed to have noticed something was wrong, but after looking at the First Knight Commander who was on alert, he still said in a dignified manner: "Bishop Cui, step back. Even if you are my blood relative, you cannot..."
Cui Zhiyong had already walked in front of him, less than half a step away from him, and then gently placed his palm on the fat king's arm, and made a sound like a sigh, "King, since the last king passed away, you have been like a dog on a leash, obeying the gods. If that's the case, why don't you die sooner? You are almost bringing shame to mankind."
clang!
The sound of the blade being unsheathed rang out sharply in the air, but there was no sound of the blade falling.
The First Knight Commander [Ming] trembled slightly, and the long sword in his hand stopped in mid-air, as if it was affected by the game of two forces. The blade vibrated violently and made a sharp sound.
The fat king's pupils shrank, and the next second his soft fleshy body seemed to burst open. Countless bloodstains appeared densely on his body surface, but what splashed out was not bright red blood, but dark red fine blood crystals.
"Five minutes? Let's see who bleeds out first, or you die first." Cui Zhiyong said in a cold tone.
Chu Xiuyan finally understood the strange feeling that had been lingering in his heart.
Cui Zhiyong can control blood loss, how could he die from excessive blood loss? !
He no longer hid, the gray mist fell from a height, and when he landed on the ground, he instantly regained his human form.
Cui Zhiyong caught a glimpse of the figure that suddenly appeared from the corner of his eyes, and his vigilance rose. However, the moment he turned his head and saw the other person clearly, his pupils shrank, his whole body trembled, and he was directly frightened. The inexplicable and dangerous aura also dissipated a lot, and he stammered, "Why are you here?!"
The fat king was still spewing blood crystals, his limbs twitching, and he slumped powerlessly on the throne, looking like he was not threatening at all.
The First Knight Commander [Ming] also remained frozen in place as if being controlled.
All of this seems to be sending out the signal that "things are developing in a positive direction."
The system also felt that something was wrong: [Three minutes left until the first round's death node.]
Chu Xiuyan pinched his chin and walked around Cui Zhiyong, the dying fat king, and the first knight commander for a few circles, stepping on the broken blood crystals on the ground, making crisp sounds.
He tried to find the source of that ominous premonition.
Cui Zhiyong's breathing was a little rapid, and his eyes fluttered left and right, obviously hiding something. But when he noticed the boy's particularly solemn expression, he couldn't help but ask nervously: "Yun Yan? Is there something wrong? You said you didn't see Zhang Chun? You..."
"You're making so much noise, why don't you come? I'll beat you up if you keep pushing me."
Cui Zhiyong: “???”
He closed his mouth in frustration and continued to control the loss of "blood" in the fat king's body.
System: [There is only one minute left until the first round's death node. But it's so strange, the situation on the scene is obviously that Cui Zhiyong won? ]
Chu Xiuyan looked at the large piece of blood crystal spurting out of the fat king's body and asked Cui Zhiyong: "Will you be contaminated by the blood crystal now?"
Cui Zhiyong: "Uh, under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be possible? Maybe..."
Chu Xiuyan held his head and thought desperately, "So? What is the reason? Ahhhh——"
Cui Zhiyong saw that the boy's condition was obviously not right. His emotions from being scolded had eased. When he was about to ask again, the soft flesh under his palm shrank rapidly. The fat king who was lying on the throne had no breath and heartbeat.
"Ah, dead." Cui Zhiyong breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay Yunyan, come now? Tell me about your situation. Why are you so anxious all of a sudden? An..."
The system also comforted Chu Xiuyan: [Maybe I just misread it last week. There are only 30 seconds left. How could Cui Zhiyong die in 30 seconds? ? ]
A thought suddenly flashed through Chu Xiuyan's mind, "No? It's possible..."
He turned his head sharply towards Cui Zhiyong and shouted, "Brother Water Monster! You and that desert god—"
Cui Zhiyong just showed a suspicious look on his face, but suddenly his pupils shrank, he turned his back, covered his mouth with his hands, and coughed softly, "It's okay, I suddenly remembered something urgent, so I'm leaving first."
Chu Xiuyan clearly saw that the color of Cui Zhiyong's red robe was getting darker and darker, and scarlet blood was dripping from the hem of his robe.
He was very close to the throne at this time. The king who was supposed to be dead suddenly opened his eyes. The skin that was limp and attached to his bones seemed to be filled with blood again and became plump.
“Ha…ha, ahahahahahaha!”
The fat king's face was twisted and ferocious, and he laughed crazily, slapping the armrests of the chair with both hands, "Look! Look! How I died is how you should die?! There are only two of us left in the main line of our clan, guess who God will favor more?! Trash, idiot! You are all powerful, and powerful people die faster!"
After he finished laughing, he seemed to have just seen the white-haired boy in front of him, and unhappily tried to regain control of the First Knight Commander, but then he found that Cui Zhiyong was not dead yet, and he could not take back the control, so his eyes became more resentful.
The fat king said to Chu Xiuyan: "White hair, I know you, the son of prophecy. Look at the current situation, do you have the ability to kill me, a god-favored person who has returned from the dead?"
The fat king was extremely arrogant at this time. He just opened his bloody mouth as if he was about to laugh, but the next second a sharp blood blade cut his throat directly, and scarlet blood spurted out.
There was a sound of someone falling down behind him.
Chu Xiuyan paused for breath, but did not look back. His eyes were still fixed on the fat king. He found that the cut throat was healing at a very fast speed, so he continued to hold the knife without mercy. The sharp tip of the knife deeply penetrated the fat king's solar plexus and stirred it a little.
"You can live once, and I will kill you once. I want to see whether you live faster or I kill faster."
Chu Xiuyan leaned close to the fat king's face that was twisted in pain and asked softly, "Ask me a question and I won't kill you. Why did Cui Zhiyong suddenly lose blood? Why did he die?"
The fat king had a splitting headache, sensing the cold blade in his head. His previous arrogance instantly disappeared from him. He had almost never experienced such a situation before and was completely controlled by fear. He replied tremblingly: "Because, because God chose me, so? So? Cui Zhiyong will die..."
The system suddenly said: [No? Right? This is right? No? In the first round, after Cui Zhiyong died, the king did not resurrect. The Desert God did not choose anyone. ]
Chu Xiuyan murmured to himself: "So? It's me. This pig will be resurrected because I appeared here..."
Phew.
There was a sudden chill in my chest.
The system seemed to curse? Then it quickly comforted: [It's okay, I blocked the pain! ]
Chu Xiuyan looked down and saw a dagger piercing his chest.
He turned his head to see Bai Qiu, whose face was pale, standing behind him without knowing when, his eyes were full of shock and fear.
Chu Xiuyan thought thoughtfully: [So? Five minutes? It's also past. ]
"No?..." Bai Qiu's lips trembled, but he could only make such a weak sound. The hand holding the dagger trembled violently, but he couldn't retract his hand at all. The light in his eyes seemed to be disappearing.
The fat king seemed to have finally gotten what he wanted. He said sarcastically as if he had won the game: "Is this the son of prophecy? He is just average, and cannot be compared with the one favored by God. Go to hell, you rubbish!"
Chu Xiuyan ignored him, holding Bai Qiu's arm, and slowly pulled the knife out of his chest. Then he turned his head to look at the arrogant fat king. His blue eyes instantly turned scarlet, reflecting a suddenly stiff and unbelievable face.
"What a coincidence," he said, "I won't die either."
The blood flowing from the chest wound solidified in an instant, turning into scarlet blood crystals, and then spread to the bleeding site at an extremely fast speed. After a while, the blood crystals filled the wound like a lifelike heart.
The fat king was shocked for a long time, then burst into laughter, his whole body trembled with laughter, and even the throne began to shake.
“I thought this Child of Prophecy everyone was talking about was something! I thought—HAHAHAHAHA!”
The fat king suddenly opened his narrowed eyes, his scarlet pupils full of madness and ridicule, his fear was suppressed by an unknown force, which seemed like a provocation.
“Look at you!”
"Look at how you look now. How are you different from me?"
"Look at what you look like now?!"
"What do I look like?"
Chu Xiuyan looked at the laughing lump of flesh on the throne and sneered, "I look like your father."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly raised his hand, grabbed the fat king by the collar and threw him heavily to the floor of the palace. Before the wailing sounded, he gently jumped down the stairs and stepped on the fat king's head. I don't know if it was right? He said it, or right? Someone hidden in the dark said it, with a contemptuous and arrogant tone, saying:
"Did you see it?"
"I want you to be able to escape this cycle of death."
The palace gate suddenly opened, and the familiar figure appeared in sight again.
System: [Zhang Chun went to Bai Qiu's residence first, and immediately came here after discovering that you were not there.]
Zhang Chun looked at the situation in the hall in disbelief, and then suddenly turned to Chu Xiuyan and said: "Yun Yan, you——"
"Again? Once, uncle."
Chu Xiuyan interrupted him with a relaxed expression on his face, "I already know how to solve the problem. Don't worry, uncle. I can solve it."
[System, rewind, back to last night when the water monster brother first came? Bai Qiu's residence. I want to break his legs and put him in a small dark room, annoying.]
The system felt bald: [Ah, okay, then again? Once. ]
As his vision gradually darkened, Chu Xiuyan suddenly saw an expression on Zhang Chun's increasingly blurry face that could almost be described as despair and sadness.
And the faint laughter that suddenly sounded in my ears.
He opened his eyes again, and in his vision with light restored, in front of him was Bai Qiu with a box on his head, Wuji holding a long knife ready to fall, and the knower who helped to aim.
And there happened to be a panicked sound outside the house.
"Wait! Bishop Cui, you can't? Contact the Knights——"
Chu Xiuyan blinked, stood up and stretched, ready for battle.
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