"Oh? It seems that the famous King Yanyun is really arrogant."
In the cabin, the voice of the little loli with twin ponytails was heard again, and it was obvious that she sounded a little angry.
But Lin Che was not panicked at all.
He knew very well the style of Jingu Hachimon. If this little loli with twin ponytails was really capable, she would never take Wu Zhiyao away in a sneaky way.
Instead, he went straight to the door and ordered him to release the people in an imperative tone, and he would also make him hand over the seven swords.
"Hahaha, then you come to my place and start stealing people. Aren't you even more arrogant?"
With a click.
The cabin door opened gently, and a little girl with big twin ponytails walked out.
She was dressed very boldly and avant-garde, wearing a bud-like skirt that was exposed below the knees, allowing people to see her bright, white legs at a glance.
"King Yanyun, I didn't expect you to be so vicious. Accusing him of stealing someone is too much. He is only here to look for Wu Zhiyao on behalf of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace. Are you planning to imprison him?"
Lin Che glanced behind the little Lolita, and saw neither Wu Zhiyao nor Ye Zheyun.
What made him feel even more incredible was that the ship was clearly suspended in the air and the door was open, but when his spiritual sense probed into it, it became blurry within less than a meter.
This ship is really strange.
His tone was a little more relaxed: "Since you are the Eight Gates of the Shrine, I haven't asked for your name yet, young lady?"
"How do you know I'm a little girl? Hehe. I'm Jingmen, Sunflower!"
Sunflower?
This name is strange.
However, which of the Eight Gates of Jingu is not weird?
"Wu Zhiyao teamed up with Ling Jingzong of Yuxu Palace to kill me. Even if he is one of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, Miss Xiangyanghua, it is unacceptable for you to take him away without saying a word. At least, give me an explanation!"
"Sure! He's in the cabin. If you're brave enough, come in with me!"
Sunflower giggled, her young face was very pink and full of color, and she looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.
After saying that, she turned around and walked directly into the cabin, going down the stairs with a ticking sound.
Lin Che hesitated for a moment, then followed in with big strides.
It was the same reason. If this Sunflower was truly capable, he wouldn't have waited until here to strike. Furthermore, he was the only heir left in the Death Gate. How could they dare to attack him?
He also walked directly into the cabin, and was greeted by a wave of warmth, with a faint aroma of... wine in the air.
After going down one flight of stairs, I could immediately see the entire cabin. It was a very spacious place, and there was a soft light all around.
It looks a bit like the reception desk of an inn, with a large table in the middle.
There, two figures were sitting, drinking.
One of them was Wu Zhiyao, who seemed to have been paying attention to the stairs the entire time. When he saw Lin Che coming down, an unconcealable look appeared on his face.
However, he just glanced at it and didn't say anything.
Lin Che naturally ignored him and instead glanced at the second figure, a rather slovenly old man.
He was wearing loose clothes that were actually patched up quite a bit. Lin Che would have believed him even if he said he was an elder of the Beggars' Sect.
The old man seemed to be very interested in drinking. He didn't even look at Lin Che. He took a small sip, then closed his eyes and savored the taste.
Um? ?
Suddenly, Lin Che frowned and looked straight at the old man's neck. There was a long string of... Buddhist beads hanging there?
This thing doesn't look simple.
Moreover, there is no Buddhism among the hundreds of schools of thought.
"Let me introduce you. This is the Eight Gates of the Shrine. Open the door, this is Pei Jijiu!"
Sunflower introduced them with a smile, then pointed to the seat next to her, indicating that Lin Che could sit down.
Pei Jijiu leisurely savored the aroma of the wine before opening his eyes, which were cloudy and a little drunk.
"You are the heir of the Death Gate, Lin Che? Hmm... you are indeed young. It seems Ye Zheyun was not bragging."
Pei Jijiu shook the wine jug in his hand, and a curious look appeared on his old face:
"I heard that the descendants of the Death Gate must die once before they can suddenly realize the Death Gate's cultivation method. Hey, come on, tell me, what does it feel like to die once?"
Lin Che replied calmly, "I'm not free today. Maybe next time!"
"Hey, what can happen to you? Once we get on this boat, we will go together to meet up with other people. If you tell me, I can treat you to some wine. These are all treasures." Pei Jijiu shook the wine jug in his hand with a painful look on his face.
Lin Che frowned. Who were these people from the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace?
A dirty drunkard, a little loli like Tianshan Tonglao, and a half-dead pretentious guy.
He thought about it and finally looked at the sunflower.
Although she has a childish face, she is definitely not young, so asking her would be the most appropriate question.
"You came here just to pick him up?"
"Not only are we going to take him away, we're also planning to test you. If you're qualified, we'll take you with us. We were just discussing how to test you, but now it seems you meet all the requirements."
Sunflower smiled sweetly: "If there are no other questions, then we are ready to set off."
"Where are we going?"
"Of course, it's the headquarters of Jingu Hachimon. I want to meet the others. Then I'll formally invite you to join Jingu Hachimon and become one of us."
Lin Che had been waiting for this day for a long time.
No matter what else is going on, you have to put it aside for now.
If we reach the headquarters of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, we will understand all their plans and methods, especially why they deliberately teach people to practice incomplete seventh-grade skills.
Is he truly selfless and wholeheartedly devoted to the world, and does he need the luck of a seventh-rank strongman to enrich the Great Wall of Luck?
Lin Che always felt that this matter was not that simple.
"Don't worry, you think he's qualified. But I think he has ulterior motives."
Pei Jijiu slowly shook the wine jug in his hand. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, and his voice also changed:
"Boy, you want to destroy the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace? You want to seek justice for the warriors of the world? Humph, do you have the ability to do that?"
Boom! Boom!!
The wine jug in Pei Jijiu's hand suddenly made a crisp reverberating sound, as if the wine jug in his hand was bigger than the ship, which was why it could make such a sound.
Lin Che only felt a fluctuation in front of his eyes, and the space was also distorted.
The small wine jug suddenly grew enormous, like a whirlpool, sucking him in on the spot...
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