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Even after a night had passed, Ni Ji's heart would still tighten slightly when recalling the fireworks and kiss of last night.
This is his first time, his first date.
If you think about it carefully, all the first times in his life were brought to him by Lin Yuan.
He just didn't know why, but in that sweet taste as thick as honey, there was always something that made him feel uneasy.
Ni Ji carefully recalled every word Lin Yuan said last night, every smile under the fireworks, and every emotion exchanged in the spiritual realm, and did not notice anything wrong.
Only then did I feel a little relieved.
Besides, she had promised that she would never leave herself alone again.
While I comforted myself, I still felt a sense of unresolved issues deep down.
It seemed as if Lin Yuan had not promised me anything.
She never even said she would spend her life with me.
Adjutant Ni, who had become inexplicably anxious, got up early in the morning.
Unfortunately, today I have so many things to do that I am very busy in the White Tower.
While busy, thinking that Lin Yuan would enter the White Tower today, he fully opened up his powerful hearing.
From every corner of the White Pagoda, various whispers could be heard.
Those nobles high up in the White Tower were whispering to each other.
"How long has it been since Your Majesty summoned an outsider?"
"I don't know. It's been many days. I don't know what happened. No one will let me go up."
"It's really worrying. She is the only one staying in such a huge palace without any servants. How can this be possible?"
"Not to mention the attendants, even Luther, who has always been close to His Majesty, was not allowed to see him."
"Could something have happened? These days, it seems like everything is not peaceful. I feel a little scared."
"Shh, stop talking nonsense, be careful not to be heard. What could happen? This is the Holy Tower, the Holy Light will always protect us."
"I heard that the Queen wants to meet a child of royal blood today."
"Is that Director Lin Xiang? She is really well-loved."
Amid the buzz of discussion, Ni Ji saw Luther Officer with a scar on his face sitting on the jade steps below the imperial palace.
He lowered his head with a confused look on his face, as if he didn't know what to do.
Seeing Ni Ji, he stretched out his hand and beckoned him over.
When Ni Ji walked over, he opened his mouth with confused eyes and suddenly asked,
"Report him..."
He stopped talking halfway through the sentence.
Ji Xuan was a traitor, a rebel who escaped from the White Tower. Since that explosion, no one dared to mention his name in the White Tower.
Luther called Ni Ji to his side and just said her name, and seemed to be unable to remember what to say next.
Luther was stunned for a while, and finally rubbed his eyes tiredly and waved his hand.
"Go ahead and check outside for me. I feel like something is going to happen these days. I'm feeling uneasy."
Ni Ji nodded in agreement and took the elevator down from the top of the tall tower floor by floor.
He saw many people like Luther in the White Tower.
Those elites of the empire, former confidants of Her Majesty the Queen, all had dazed and bewildered expressions on their faces.
It was as if something in his mind was taken away, and something that had been controlling them had gone wrong, causing the entire huge machine of the White Tower to start slowing down.
Ni Ji inspected the area around the White Pagoda and took some time to quietly go to the underground contact point to meet with Ji Xuan who had sneaked back to Kyoto.
After coming out of the contact point, I felt a sweat all over my back.
The weather today is very hot and humid, and the green clouds in the sky are very low. Even the pure white body of the White Pagoda has lost its original pure white luster.
Ni Ji turned his head and squinted at the huge tower not far away that looked a little dark in the clouds.
It was as if an invisible string was tightly tied in the air.
The battle is about to begin.
At this moment, he saw a little girl running out from the alley across the street.
The girl, holding a picture album in her arms, hurried past his sight, weaving left and right among the shadows of passers-by, and soon slipped into another alley.
It was a guide, Ni Ji quickly realized.
The child had clearly entered his field of vision, but he subconsciously ignored the scene. He almost pretended not to have seen it and was ready to leave.
If I hadn't been used to staying by Lin Yuan's side. If there hadn't been a large number of sentinels suddenly appearing nearby.
Those warriors with extremely strong vision and hearing were walking through the streets in groups, looking for the child.
So? Many people just couldn't see the girl slipping past their feet.
Lin Yuan also often does this. As a result, Ni Ji, who often stays with Lin Yuan, has become immune to this trick of the leader.
He knew that a strong leader could influence the minds of many people at the same time, making everyone subconsciously blind to themselves.
Ni Ji remembered the first time he met Lin Yuan.
When young Lin Yuan escaped from the White Pagoda, many people searched for her for a long time but could not find the girl who was walking alone in the snow. In the end, she was found by herself.
Has another guide escaped from the White Tower? But there are too many people sent out to look for him. What are they looking for? A very evil fugitive.
All the nearby rooftops and all the commanding heights were filled with fully armed warriors.
Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, holding long-range control weapons in their hands with the bolts drawn.
Just to deal with a young child like this?
Ni Ji frowned slightly.
He had seen that child before. He was an orphan, secretly kept in a secret room high up in the White Tower.
…
In the dim and damp alley, Xiaojiu huddled at the edge of a garbage dump, holding a picture album in his arms.
Looking up quietly, I saw that the sky in the alley was only a small piece, with gloomy green clouds floating in the sky.
Just above her head, on the roof, stood a sentry dressed in black and holding a long rifle.
The sentry's cold gaze swept down from above again and again over the corner where he was hiding.
She was almost discovered several times because she carefully used her mental power to interfere with the sentry's thinking.
A line of sweat ran down the little girl's dirty cheek. She was very hungry and a little weak.
She?s been on the run and eating very little food.
More and more people came out of the White Tower to look for her. She wasn't sure how long she could hide.
If I were caught, I would probably be taken to that altar like Xiaochun.
To be taken to the altar and then eaten by that horrible thing.
The girl lowered her eyelashes and tightened her fingers around the album. She saw that her dirty fingers had soiled the cover of the beautiful album.
It was dirty, full of trash, and two rats ran past my toes.
This reminded the young girl of the days when she lived with her grandfather. She was always hungry, her fingers were covered with coal dust, and she had no nice clothes to wear.
But for some reason, when she lived in the White Tower, she always missed those days.
At least those years with loved ones were real, with flesh and blood, unlike the cold and gloomy academy in the White Tower.
I can't see the sun, I can't see the real sky, and all the smiles of the teachers around me are fake.
There was a noisy sound of footsteps. A whole team of sentries appeared at the entrance of the alley. They moved very quickly, and several of them stood on the roof.
Cold gazes were cast down from all directions.
A black figure also appeared at the other end of the alley.
"Search every inch. No matter if there is any sign of life or not."
"She is a very capable guide. Don't treat her like a child."
"If it is impossible to capture them alive, killing them is permitted."
Search inch by inch.
This is the worst case scenario.
She no longer has the strength to influence so many people at the same time.
Xiaojiu closed his eyes and slowly moved his small body into the deeper shadows.
Behind me, there is a window a little higher up, about three or four meters high.
But she was too small to crawl in without alarming these people; she was only a child after all.
A large hand wearing a black glove suddenly stretched out from the darkness and covered her mouth.
Xiaojiu saw the eyes of a sentry in the dark.
The pair of pupils were purple and ghostly, appearing in the shadow behind him at some unknown time.
He covered his mouth with one hand and raised his fingers with the other hand to make a gesture of silence.
The footsteps in the alley were dense and were approaching.
Xiaojiu's heart was beating very fast, and at that moment, she captured a sense of kindness with her mental power.
From all directions, there are terrible thoughts directed at my emotions, capturing, killing, and malice.
The sentinel who suddenly appeared behind me brought with him a long-lost positive mood.
This reminded her of who this purple-eyed sentinel was.
This brother once helped me carry a heavy coal box, stopped those who were beating and kicking me, and gave me the chance to see my grandfather for the last time.
The most important thing is that he had also sneaked into the dark academy in the White Tower.
That day, at the entrance of the ventilation duct, I saw him sneaking in with purple eyes.
That day, there was an unprecedented explosion in the White Tower.
Like himself, he hates the white tower and wants to explore the secrets in it.
Xiaojiu nodded, and let the tall sentry who suddenly appeared carry him lightly and silently jumped into the window behind him.
Armed sentries ran through the alley.
The team leader raised his arm and asked everyone to stop.
His eyes swept across the edge of the trash can, searching inch by inch for any shadows that could hide someone.
There were two mice chattering and making a lot of noise. When they saw so many people coming, the two dirty beasts quickly slipped into the depths of the sewer.
He looked up and saw a broken window above the pile of garbage. The window was open and the curtains were still shaking.
The captain narrowed his eyes and walked towards that place. He tapped his boots on the wall, jumped onto the windowsill lightly, put his fingers on the window sill, and scanned the empty room with his eyes.
I kind of want to start searching, but for some reason, I feel annoyed.
There was no way a girl that small, and a guide at that height, could climb in.
It's just a waste of time.
Such a reasonable thought flashed through my mind.
"No one."
He jumped off the window sill, waved, and led the team forward.
However, he didn't know that inside the window where he had just stood, there was Ni Ji, standing with his back against the wall, holding the hilt of a knife, with purple light in his eyes.
If his head went in an inch further, Ni Ji's knife would swing out like a rainbow and cut his head in half without hesitation.
The little girl next to Ni Ji held the picture book in one hand, patted her chest with the other, and made a "done" gesture to the sentry beside her.
His head and face are dirty, but his eyes are bright. He knows what he wants to do and can calmly influence the enemy's subconscious.
He was just a seven or eight-year-old kid, not half as tall as me.
The guides are really great guys.
Ni Ji responded to the little girl with a thumbs up.
…
In a dark and closed secret room in Kyoto.
A group of people gathered around a long round table. There were men and women among them, all of them had solemn faces, sharp eyes and steady movements.
Although many of them wore masks to conceal their faces, it could be seen from their actions that each of them was a powerful warrior.
Outside the door, more people were being brought into the room after their identities were verified.
This is a conference room where a secret meeting is taking place.
Those who participated were all underground backbones of the revolutionary army lurking in Kyoto, and there were also representatives sent from thousands of miles away from other outposts.
For the first time, forces opposing the White Tower gathered together within the Empire.
The man standing in front of him reached out and pushed up his glasses on his nose.
Everyone present knew him, Nobuyuki, the leader of the underground organization.
He had personally fought on the most dangerous frontiers, was once imprisoned, and endured all kinds of torture.
After the successful rescue adventure, his position in everyone's mind became more secure.
Everyone has heard of the tall and thin sentry standing next to him, wearing a sentry uniform and a black mask on his face.
He was a powerful warrior who single-handedly went deep into the White Tower and rescued his companions from the clutches of the terrible queen.
"Today, we have gathered so many partners here because we found a child who escaped from the White Tower."
Ji Xuan made this announcement while resting his hands on the table.
He gestured towards Ni Ji.
Ni Ji brought the young Xiaojiu out and gently touched the child's thin shoulder. "Tell everyone everything you found in the White Pagoda."
All the participants looked at each other in bewilderment.
A child who was no more than seven or eight years old, thin and small, was holding a picture book with a dirty cover in his arms.
I heard she was a guide who escaped from the White Tower.
Just a guide. What kind of message can such a young child convey?
Although in the past two years, I have heard that a special leader has begun to enter the sentry post and participate in the battle with the sentries.
But in the inherent impression of most people, guides are nothing more than vases provided by the empire, wearing beautiful clothes and growing flowers in the backyard of the white tower.
At the round table surrounding the mighty warrior, the young girl took a step forward, tightened the atlas in her hand, and began to speak.
"There is more than one Guidance Academy in the White Tower. At the top of the White Tower, below the Imperial Palace, there is a breeding farm for guides. I escaped from there."
"A breeding farm? Why? It's called a breeding farm?"
"Is there more than one Orientation School in the White Tower? I have been in the White Tower for many years and have never heard of such a thing."
There was a murmur of discussion all around.
The girl's voice was childish but her articulation was clear. Every word she spoke seemed to strike at the heart, shocking everyone.
As she spoke, a dazzling white light flashed in the little girl's eyes.
Behind her, long, beautiful feathers like flames were vaguely spread out.
Is it a guide? This is the legendary ability of the guide.
At that moment, all the people attending the meeting felt the touch from the spiritual body.
It was like the little girl stretched out her little hands and held everyone.
They looked into the eyes of this child and saw together the world as this guide had seen it.
Everyone shared Xiaojiu's sight and saw the unknown closed academy hidden at the top of the white tower.
There are no doors or windows, no one is allowed to enter or leave. It is a dormitory where children are locked up like a cage.
They saw one child after another disappearing from the school inexplicably.
They are all guides, treasures of the empire, and young children.
Inexplicably, one by one they disappeared.
All the people and sentinels in the Empire believed that the Empire protected the Guides and carefully nurtured the increasingly scarce Guides in the White Tower.
Who knows that behind this glamorous rhetoric, there is a bloody conspiracy.
Children born into aristocrats were raised in public.
After those guides who were born in poverty and had few relatives and backgrounds were transported to the White Tower from all over the world, only a very few were sent to the Guides College.
A larger part of them is actually being quietly nurtured in secret rooms that never see the light of day.
They saw a boy reaching out from the window and handing over a picture book.
They heard the noisy sounds of boots and the boy was covered in his mouth and taken away by a group of people in the middle of the night.
In the dead of night, the young girl rolled out of bed, holding the picture book given to her by her friend.
She imitated the sentry she had seen before, opened the ventilation duct, crawled in, and crawled forward quietly in the darkness.
A long, dark pipe and a silent world.
At that moment, everyone held their breath, as if exhaling one more breath would bring disaster to the child trapped in the dark.
They saw a strange altar.
In the middle of the circular academy, the white marble floor was carved with strange patterns.
There was bright red blood flowing along those lines.
The little girl in sight covered her mouth with her hands.
All the warriors present at the meeting pursed their lips.
They heard a strange chewing sound in the silent darkness.
It seemed as if something was being dissolved and swallowed up in the center of the altar.
No one was seen. Only red blood was flowing.
Xiaojiu hesitated for a moment, then carefully put his head into the vent of the pipe.
“Don’t look!”
"Run, don't look, silly child."
Several people in the conference room shouted out loud.
Each of them is a seasoned warrior who was taken aback by this bizarre environment. They knew the danger and subconsciously gave warnings.
Although they all knew that this reminder was useless, it was something that had already happened.
Under the grille of the vent, a strange, bloody creature suddenly raised its head.
She has many, many eyes, various wings and arms, and is a monster that is pieced together randomly.
That huge, pieced-together body looked loose and flabby, as if it was about to fall apart at any moment.
At the top of the pile of puzzles, there stood a half-mannequin-like torso, wearing the queen's unique crown and white veil.
At that moment, the monster's neck was about to be fully raised.
A boy's voice echoed in my mind.
"Hurry up. Xiaojiu, leave now."
That is not human language, but the will transmitted through contact with spiritual bodies.
"I'm dragging her? You go faster, faster."
The girl quickly escaped from the pipe, and at last she saw a boy's hand extending from the monster's back.
The small fingers were stained with various colors of paint, and they waved gently in her direction.
To gather the spiritual body of the leader.
The girl standing by the table, holding a picture album dyed with various colors in her arms, stopped talking.
In the dim conference room, you could hear a pin drop.
Having personally experienced that escape, everyone's heart was beating violently. There was fire in the chest, but no outlet to vent.
Ji Xuan clapped his hands.
"Today, I want to tell you more than just this." He nodded at Ni Ji.
Ni Ji took a step forward and turned on the projection screen on his own terminal.
Many of the images above were murals he recorded from the temple in the Pupilless Land and from the nest in the Golden Tree Polluted Zone.
The sentry's calm voice sounded, without any impassioned voice or vivid re-enactment of the scene. He just narrated everything he knew.
The White Tower is a breeding ground for human beings. The top leaders of the empire have already knelt at the feet of the enemy.
Every year, sentinels and guides are sacrificed to the polluted area in exchange for a small territory to live in.
The contaminated area is becoming stronger, more mature and stable day by day. Humans are nothing more than poultry, lambs for the monsters to feed on.
Even the Emperor of the Empire, Her Majesty the Queen of mankind, has turned into a monster that cruelly devours its own kind.
It's time to fight, fellow citizens.
We shouldn't live in this world.
Ni Ji's words fell.
The air in the conference room was frozen in silence.
After a long time, someone's eyes turned red and he clenched his fists.
"I've always felt something was wrong. The deaths of my team of brothers were completely inexlicable."
"I accepted death at the hands of a monster. I never thought I would be sacrificed by my own people." The man who said this gnashed his teeth and hammered the table hard. "God damn it. That's how my wife died."
"Sacrifice. Use the blood and flesh of the warriors to exchange for those fat pigs who revel in the White Tower every night!"
Everyone at the scene became angry.
Many more people gritted their teeth and remained silent. They already knew more or less.
No one can keep a secret like this forever.
It's just that the White Tower is too powerful, looming like a giant in the sky above everyone's heads.
There is no power to resist.
"This time, we will win." Ji Xuan raised his eyes and looked at everyone around the round table.
“We will win.”
Outside the secret room, someone knocked gently on the door using a secret signal.
Everyone's eyes looked in that direction.
"Something big has happened." The person outside the house said, "The Empire has just issued a notice that the Queen has chosen her successor, and the Empire will welcome a new Queen."
"Heir? What? Heir?" asked the person in the room.
"Why don't you guys come out and take a look? The ceremony to designate the successor will be broadcast live soon."
"She is a guide, a woman, who is said to be a noble with the queen's bloodline."
"Her surname seems to be Lin, and her name is Lin Yuan."
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