A bunch of lunatics
"It seems that there is such a saying... It seems that there was a little conflict between gods and demons some time ago." The guest spoke mysteriously, and even lowered his voice a lot.
"Haven't they been in conflict for thousands of years? It doesn't seem like a big deal." The guest opposite him crossed his arms and didn't care.
"Hey, you don't understand this, do you? The Demon Lord has passed away, and the young master of the Demon Clan is still young. This is a good opportunity."
The guest, proud of his greater knowledge, raised his eyebrows. "If the Magic Forest were to return to the gods, we'd have peace."
Hearing this, Jinghong stood up suddenly, but probably felt that such a big reaction was not good, so he sat down again.
"...I have to go home." He said softly, "You guys go to Nether Valley. I won't bother you with my business."
"no."
Fu Linyuan grabbed Jinghong's hand and refused to let go, showing a look of deep affection, "How can I leave you alone? This is too bad, so..."
"So after we go to the Netherworld Island, let's accompany Jinghong home? And then experience the floating island that Fu Linyuan wants to go to?" Dongnanhe suggested.
Fu Linyuan: “?”
He wanted him to accompany Jinghong home!
"...Thank you." After hesitating for a long time, Jinghong expressed his gratitude, which was considered as his agreement.
Unfortunately, Fu Linyuan's plan failed again.
Then I heard other guests talking about the growth of the Sun God, the strange behavior of the Star God, and some other things. I listened and ate, and after the meal, I went back to my room to finish my summer homework.
Dongnanhe was very pleased that graduates certainly did not have summer homework.
He casually admired the worried looks on the faces of his junior classmates as they worked hard to finish two months' worth of homework, then he lay down on the bed feeling refreshed and fell asleep.
Hua Shaoqing always had the habit of organizing the content of his homework, so he took a quick look at it first.
A homework book, very routine, Hua Shaoqing was confident that he could finish it in two days.
There were nine test papers, which were pretty standard, so she felt two days would be enough.
Choose your favorite character. What kind of simple, strange homework was this? Hua Shaoqing didn't even bother to think and just typed a character. A closer look revealed it was "璴."
A stone that resembles jade? That's fine too. A stone with a noble character is a good stone.
She felt that she had a connection with this word. After all, she just wrote it down casually, but it felt familiar, and it happened to be the same as the name of the emotional element.
The next assignment is... to gain recognition from senior students (not yet completed)
What recognition?
Hua Shaoqing was a little confused. He thought the two came together as friends, but he didn't expect that they would take over the role of teacher and become their homework.
Since you can't finish it for the time being, just put it aside and focus on the homework that you can complete.
The next day, because of Jing Hong's incident, they no longer relied on foot, but instead had several people with powerful magic powers cast magic to teleport them to the Nether Valley.
It was just as Xi Zhou had guessed. As soon as he stepped in, he felt a gust of cold wind.
The sky was overcast and drizzling. There were no long-day plants on the ground, probably because the sun rarely came out.
They walked in with the clues in their hands, and naturally Fu Linyuan took the lead.
"The Nether Valley is so huge, what are we going to do?" Fu Linyuan asked. "We can't search every room, right?"
Xi Zhou and the others’ first reaction was to check the household registration, but after thinking about it carefully, regardless of whether there was a problem or not, even if there was, they were not trustworthy, so why would they agree?
So I had to take the photos and ask around to find these two people.
Maybe it was because I was so unlucky on the final exam that my luck improved. After an hour of questioning, I happened to ask about the heroine in the story.
"Who are you?" the woman asked.
Yan Ning took out the task list and showed it to her.
"Oh, you're here on a mission." The woman curled her lips. "That's really unfortunate."
Yan Ning:?
A faint chill rose quietly from the ground, and wisps of air wrapped around people's limbs, making it impossible to detect.
After talking to the woman for a few words, Jing Hong suddenly realized that he felt a strange chill creeping up his spine.
Before losing consciousness, the last thing I saw was her bright red lips.
.
"So many people were arrested this time?" Some faint noises were heard.
"Hahaha, I made a fortune!"
"Has the lord asked for—to rise?"
"Why does that kid look so familiar? Does he look like the Demon Lord?"
"It's an illusion."
…
Jinghong opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache.
He looked around and didn't see his 11 companions, but he saw the guy who had made him depressed for several years - Dan Wuli.
Hundreds of years ago, before that birthday, they were still close friends.
This person, with her long, snow-white hair, snow-white eyelashes, and skin so pale it looked almost bloodless, with only the slightest movement of her lips, looked incredibly delicate. She was much more intimidating than Senior Sister Shen Tu's adorable appearance.
Perhaps that was why I took such good care of him and was not on guard against him.
Dan Yuanli noticed Jing Hong and smiled, "Brother Jing, long time no see."
Jinghong frowned subconsciously, his lilac eyes filled with disgust.
But there was no way to deal with it at the moment, so I had to suppress my displeasure and pretend to be nice to him: "What a coincidence."
"What a coincidence." Dan Yuanli smiled brightly, seemingly full of sincerity. "Have you forgotten? I was the one who kidnapped you."
“…”
Jinghong had to remain silent.
No, man, how should he respond?
You don't want to fall out right away, is this necessary?
Besides, isn't this guy completely devoted to the girl he likes? Even though that girl is cold and hypocritical and looks down on everyone, she is at least loyal to her father!
...Jinghong realized it belatedly, as if, perhaps, he had just received the news of his father's death not long ago?
Is he so anxious to get rid of him after his father's death? The heir is his sister!
Jinghong didn't understand, he really didn't understand.
The only good news was that the man in front of him had no intention of killing him immediately, but instead perfectly executed what every villain in an animation should do - chattering about his plans and expressing his emotions.
He saw that Dan Wuli seemed to be in a good mood, although he didn't know exactly how, so he tried to find a way to get some information out of him.
Fortunately, he has a high level of villain skills and enthusiastically answers his questions one by one.
Maybe they felt he posed no threat.
Jing Hong made some small movements and found that he could not use magic. However, perhaps because of the different systems, he could continue to use his spiritual power, but there was also a certain sense of stagnation.
"Those companions of yours, who are of mixed races? They're living well, hiding in... well, I can't tell you that."
Jing Hong made it clear to him, "Those people carry a special fate. If anything goes wrong, you will be held accountable."
In the dark secret room, the light of a bright lamp was all shining on Danweili, who was as clean as a pure angel.
He blinked, "Of course it's special. They can lay down their lives for Jia Er. It's their honor."
Wu Jiaer was the girl Dan Yuanli admired. In stark contrast to Dan Yuanli's appearance, this girl had jet-black hair and sharp eyes. Due to the guidance Dan Yuanli received from his father as a child, she was very loyal.
But she was only loyal to his father. Even though she was his sister, she felt that she was not qualified to be compared with his father.
So Jinghong and this girl had always had a mediocre relationship. After the incident on his 200th birthday, they had even less contact.
All in all, a bunch of lunatics.
Jing Hong wondered, is it really true that people with similar personalities tend to get together? Why hadn't he noticed Danwuli was so crazy before?
In comparison, he felt that Fu Linyuan was a gentle and elegant gentleman.
He could think of it, but he couldn't say it verbally, otherwise he would anger others and be finished.
He pretended to be nonchalant, "What happened to Wu Jiaer? Is it necessary for you to exchange eleven lives for one?"
"That's not right." Dan Yuanli corrected, "It's ninety-nine lives for one life."
Jinghong: Ninety-nine to one?
Listen to it yourself, does this make sense?
But since he said so, it must be some forbidden black magic. Although the demons didn't seem to have any taboos.
Jing Hong was thinking, and suddenly heard his originally weak voice rise a little, "Brother Jing, aren't you curious about who the ninety-ninth lucky person is?"
Since you asked this, it must be me.
Jing Hong complained, no longer being polite, and said sarcastically: "You like Wu Jiaer so much, I think you must be the ninety-ninth devotee."
Dan Wuli chuckled upon hearing this, not angry at all, "It's you, silly brother. I can still help you fulfill your filial piety, isn't that good?"
Filial piety?
What is filial piety?
Is Wu Jiaer a generation older than him in his heart?
wrong.
Jinghong finally realized that this was going to sacrifice 99 lives in exchange for his father's life.
Dad, I actually still love you very much.
But I don’t really want to risk my life to save you with my friends.
I'll visit your grave when I have time.
Dad, I’m still young and can’t die.
A random thought flashed through Jinghong's mind, and then he began to think carefully about how to solve the current problem.
In the most optimistic scenario, the eleven companions would appear before him the next second, kill Unit Li, and then rescue him.
But this is too optimistic.
Jinghong felt that things might not be that easy.
I also learned from him what an auspicious day tomorrow was, and the story of this long-awaited reunion came to an end.
He was blindfolded and taken all the way to his cell.
I wonder if everyone has a room, or if the unit is particularly proud of itself?
He lowered his eyes and reflected on himself.
Why hadn't he been killed eight hundred years ago? Could his father and sister still blame him for this?
Forget it, there is no point in dwelling on the past. It is better to think about a plan to escape tomorrow.
He had just fallen into deep thought when he suddenly heard a rustling sound. He lowered his head to look for something.
Then he bumped into a gray black head, and Xu Suian came out right after it.
Jing Hong was overjoyed, "Are you coming to save me?"
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