Zhou Qi thought carefully about Mu Hanyan's previous actions. He even suspected that Mu Hanyan was not lucky, but was a prophet who knew that there were good things in there.
Anyway, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. Without a foolproof plan, he would never dare to act rashly.
"Zhou Qi, you worry too much." Miss Zhao Si was silent for a moment, then said slowly with a gloomy face, "That chess piece will probably be useless in the future. This time, I will let him play his final role. Mu Hanyan, even if he has calculated everything, even if he has extremely good luck, this time, he will still die!"
"Are you talking about Mu Cheng?" Zhou Qi thought of something and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Miss Zhao Si did not answer, but stood up and walked out quietly.
Zhou Qi looked at Miss Zhao Si's back, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of disgust, disdain, and a palpitation. What kind of woman is this? She plays all the men around, and they're all infatuated with her, yet they don't know how vicious and filthy she is, and how filthy she is. If a woman like this wanted to marry him, he wouldn't marry her even if he remained single for the rest of his life.
Anyway, he would continue to play along with her, using her to deal with all the resistance first. Once his family became powerful in Black Stone City, and his grandfather became the city lord and appointed him as the young city lord, he could kick this disgusting, vicious woman away. Zhou Qi had a good plan in mind, but he didn't know that Miss Zhao Si's ambitions had long since changed.
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The night was dark, but in a small valley in the Longyan Mountains, thousands of miles away from Cangshan City, the lights were bright.
The valley was a jumble of jagged rocks, resembling ruins. Despite the passage of thousands of years, a closer look revealed the scars of knives, axes, and arrows. Who could have imagined that these ruins, hidden within the mountains, were the remains of an ancient battlefield, where countless ancient masters lay buried.
After tens of thousands of years of wind and rain erosion, their bodies, armor and weapons have turned to dust, but in the center of the ruins, an incomplete stone tablet still stands crookedly.
At this time, an old man wearing the same sword robe as Duan Tianya was standing next to the stone tablet, quickly making a series of hand gestures with his hands. The ancient characters on the stone tablet emitted magical words.
This is called divine writing. No one recognizes this kind of writing now. It is said that it was used by the powerful people in ancient times. Each character contains endless mysteries, and when combined, they can penetrate the heavens and the earth.
Duan Tianya and several other men surrounded the old man in the middle, looking at him nervously and expectantly. Judging from the silver sword emblems embroidered on their clothes, these men were all tutors at Zhengying College, but their status was slightly lower than Duan Tianya and the old man.
The old man was sweating profusely. As he made one hand seal after another, his fingers were trembling slightly and his face was pale.
Suddenly, the old man stopped his hand gesture, stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
The light on the stone tablet suddenly disappeared, and even the words on it disappeared, making it look like an ordinary broken tablet.
"Teacher Pang, what's going on?" a younger teacher asked anxiously.
"It still doesn't work." The old man sighed.
His name is Pang Dezong, and he is also a Holy Sword Instructor. However, unlike Duan Tianya who is famous in Anyun for his sword skills, he is best at alchemy rather than swordsmanship. His alchemy is well-known and he was even hired by the royal family of Anyun as the royal alchemist. He is also the chief alchemist of Zhengying Academy.
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