A Million Possible

"Do you understand?"

Cheng Lin asked seriously.

The "buyer" curled up in the corner was stunned for a few seconds, and then hurriedly nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice, making a "hooo" sound in the gagged mouth, probably agreeing.

Cheng Lin was very satisfied, so he stretched out his hand, patted the other person's shoulder lightly, and said, "Very good."

Withdrawing his hand, probably because an agreement was reached initially. The nervousness of that person seemed to be relieved a lot. Cheng Lin didn't bother to pay attention to him. He roughly calculated the distance and the time needed to spend in his mind. He estimated that he wanted to reach Wang Wang. It will take six or seven hours at the earliest, this is still in the case of the upgraded Pig Luo beast pulling the cart without slowing down.

"It's impossible not to slow down. It's not a dead thing like an engine. It's always tired?"

he thinks.

Considering that there is a lot of time and there is plenty of Spiritual Qi nearby, he sits in the middle of the cell in Lotus Position and seizes his free time to practice.

The white roses in the initial space have been consumed a lot. This is also the reason why he used such a short time to Ascension to the third rank. After reaching the third rank, it is a vaguely called "peak" stage.

Promoting from the third rank to the fourth rank is particularly different. According to the unwritten statement, ranks 1-3 are elementary ranks and ranks 4-6 are mid rank.

Many teachers in the Ninth Academy said that the threshold of 3 to 4 is extremely high, the energy required, and the reliance on talent and perception is stronger. A relatively recent example is Yang Congxian, the deputy chief of the Nine Division. From 3 to 4, it took a few weeks to break through in the Closed Door Training of No. 16 Spirit Land, which shows its difficulty.

"My true talent is indeed not high. The most optimistic estimate is that it is better than Sun Xiao, and much lower than Fu Zhongting... Now that I can be among the top students of the second session, it depends on repeated deductions..."

Cheng Lin has a clear understanding of this.

"I don't know when I can cross this hurdle, I hope the Seed of Life can give me some surprises."

For that seed, Cheng Lin still doesn't know much about its role.

I don’t know if it’s useful...

With all kinds of thoughts in mind, he closed his eyes and started to meditate.

During the prison car, it seemed that it stopped briefly a few times, each time for about one minute, and then continued to run again. The difference between Cheng Lin's judgment and Cheng Lin's judgment was that the speed of the convoy was always maintained at a balanced level.

Although the upgraded Zhuluoju has a strong battery life, it is not as good as a gasoline-burning engine.

Every time a certain distance is passed, when arriving at an inn of an elven clan, they will be replaced with a new pig and beast. This is somewhat similar to the emergency report of an ancient inn, which is to change horses without changing people, so as to shorten the time.

When Cheng Lin opened his eyes again, he saw the dark corner of the prison car. The "buyer" was leaning there with his head hanging down, as if sleeping, but his sleep was obviously shallow. When Cheng Lin moved, he woke up. .

"wake up?"

Cheng Lin looked at him, then reached into his pocket, turned out a few biscuits and chocolates from the initial space, tore the plastic wrapper in front of him, and ate it.

"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of his stomach, his eyes staring pitifully. The food in his hand, whispered.

"Want to eat?" Cheng Lin swallowed a piece of chocolate and looked at him meaningfully.

"Woohoo!"

Cheng Lin picked up a packet of biscuits with some embarrassment, handed it over, and then suddenly took it back helplessly: "Almost forgot, you tied it up, you can't make it out, you can't eat it, forget it."

"Woo!"

"Do you want me to help you solve it?" Cheng Lin asked empathetically.

The other party hurriedly nodded, only to see the familiar smirk in Cheng Lin's exposed eyes again: "Do you think it is possible?"

"..."

"Young people sleep well and don't daydream." Cheng Lin comforted him, and then Lotus Position sat in the middle of the prison car, eating food slowly, and whispered, "I know, you must have a lot of doubts, such as being curious about me. My identity, my origin, why should I get in..."

His tone was not rushed, but like a hook, the "buyer" nodded his head again and again. Obviously, these questions really bothered him deeply. After all, Cheng Lin's behavior was really incredible.

In his extremely expectant eyes, Cheng Lin explained earnestly: "But of course I can't tell you this."

"..."

"Is it uncomfortable? If it's uncomfortable, just sleep." Cheng Lin carefully cleaned up all the crumbs of the biscuits and said to him.

"boom."

The buyer leaned toward the corner with a desperate heart, and he understood that Cheng Lin was simply bored to relieve his boredom!

What kind of person is this!

Just as he collapsed, suddenly, the entire prison car made a "boom", followed by a tumultuous ups and downs, and then, the entire speed began to slow down, and strange noises could be faintly heard from outside the thick isolation canopy. .

"Woo?"

He was full of energy, but he didn't know why, so he looked at Cheng Lin subconsciously.However, he found that this mysterious person had already fastened himself back quickly, and was pulling a piece of rope tightly with his teeth through a mask. After all this was done, Cheng Lin looked at him and said softly: "We are here. "

...

...

The capital of the elves.

At the gate of this prosperous city that was destroyed by "erosion" more than a hundred years ago, a group of guards stood side by side in awe, their armors shining, and the swords in their hands even more shining.

"stop!"

The transport squad dashed along the main road that was enough for ten carts to run in parallel. Hearing the shouts of the guards, it slowed down early.

"Passing Order!"

"pass!"

The warrant was checked, the door was opened, and the convoy passed through the hundreds of meters high wall of the royal capital.

The city wall is steep and towering, like a cliff, smooth and magnificent. Under this wall, the extremely wide road is just like a path that grows between the crevices of the canyon and the mountains.

According to the historical experience of the earth’s civilization, in a world where there are not too many skill points in the industry, it is hard to imagine such a magnificent city wall, built on the world tree, and the silence that propped up the continent. The dragons live in symbiosis, and the whole city is hidden under the canopy of the World Tree, and part of the city is deep inside the trunk.

When entering the range of the city, the sky and the earth will dim. In order to obtain sufficient light sources, the whole city is littered with lamps and candles. The oil of the world tree is used as energy to burn. A little bit can support many days and nights. , Whether it is day or night, it is the same bright, if viewed from a distance, the whole city seems to be standing in a sea of ​​Stars.

Extremely beautiful.

Unfortunately, at this moment, this beautiful city is full of killings.

What's more regrettable is that the Rogue Cultivators tied up in the prison car, apart from Cheng Lin, no one can enjoy this unparalleled view.

"Grumbling."

When the prisoner entered the outer city gate of the royal capital, its speed suddenly slowed down, along the wide street, thinking of a certain building passing by.

Through the "tentacles", Cheng Lin remotely saw the inner city and the majestic palace built on the highest point in the inner city.

"Nuclear Counter Order!"

"Inform the sir!"

"Handover!"

Outside the vehicle, some short words like this were repeated uninterruptedly. No one was talking nonsense and talking, but with extremely fast efficiency, the two prison vehicles were replaced by a team again and led into a complex of buildings.

"Yellow palm!"

Cheng Lin and the "buyer" clearly noticed that the car stopped, and then the sound of footsteps approached. First, the covering cloth cover was lifted to a small gap, and a ray of light penetrated, and then the heavy iron lock was unscrewed, crashing. After the chain was torn apart, the door of the prison car was suddenly opened, and the sparse sunlight cast through the canopy mixed with the ubiquitous lights to illuminate the dim prison car.

Cheng Lin and the buyer instinctively turned their heads and squinted, full of discomfort with the light.

"Come down!"

"One for each."

"good."

After that, Cheng Lin felt that he was being dragged out roughly. He deliberately held his breath, did not resist, and tried to pretend not to be threatening. He opened his eyelids and hurriedly glanced around in the push. He was probably located in a building. In the building complex, the specific location is unknown. There are many soldiers around with weapons in hand, and they scan them coldly, presumably to prevent chaos.

"Count the number, seven, change the forbidden magic handcuffs, take away the body search, and then be held alone and guarded closely, waiting for the priest Grace of the sacrificial hall to be arraigned!"

An officer said.

Cheng Lin pretended to be confused, but he remembered the name "Grace" secretly.

"Is the priest of the sacrificial hall..." He sighed, it seems that after he left, the sacrificial hall was finally rebuilt, and it was no longer the commander of the polished pole alone by Ai Lu.

Perhaps... it would be a good choice to start with Grace as a breakthrough.

Cheng Lin secretly calculated. In thinking, he saw a soldier coming over and put a kind of pitch-black metal shackles on his hands and feet. They were quite heavy, and he was caught off guard and pressed his hands suddenly. Shen, but the point of these shackles is obviously not weight. When they are put on their hands, Cheng Lin immediately feels that the Spiritual Qi movement in his body is severely hindered.

Clenching his right hand, confirming that he could still open the initial space, Cheng Lin relaxed, letting the other party take him away, and entered a separate room along a corridor.

Several soldiers escorted him and searched him again. They even stripped off the mask, coat, and trousers. Fortunately, they didn't touch his underwear, which made Cheng Linxuan's heart fall to the ground.

"Put on prison uniform!"

After the body search, a soldier stuffed a tray in Cheng Lin's hand.

The meaning of this action is clear and clear. Cheng Lin pretended to be at a loss, and then showed a "sudden realization" look. Then he was very awkward, wearing handcuffs, and putting on a prison uniform under the onlookers of the three elf soldiers. This feels terrible, but thinking about the ultimate goal, Cheng Lin gritted his teeth and said to himself: bear it!

After changing his clothes, a few soldiers escorted him out and walked tens of meters along a corridor, and a downward staircase appeared on the ground.

After walking down the stairs into the underground, Cheng Lin suddenly realized that this was an underground prison.

The sultry, damp, and rotten blades of grass mixed and smelled very unpleasant. He frowned and was escorted into a separate prison.

"Yellow palm."

The big chain lock is closed again.

Cheng Lin "staggered" into the room. In the dim and damp prison, there was only a stone bed covered with straw. Many of those straws were covered with mildew. He frowned, but he didn't say a word. Walked over, pushed away the straw, cleared out a small piece of clean bed, and sat down in Lotus Position.

Began to wait patiently.

...

At the same time, the Rogue Cultivators who was bullied by Cheng Lin all the way were forced to change into prison uniforms, but were not taken into the dungeon, but were taken straight into a cold room.

He was then tied to a pure iron chair.

The dazzling light shone on, and he subconsciously avoided it, and then heard a burst of elves that didn't know the meaning.

"My lord, this is the first one. Can you really communicate with the lives of these Otherworlds?" the officer asked curiously.

"It's difficult to be detailed, but if it's a simple question... it's probably not impossible." Grace walked in, dressed in a lavender robe embroidered with the emblem of the sacrificial hall, and clenched the wand in his hand with that handsome face. There was a determined look on him, and only the wet palm of the wand holding the wand revealed his tension.

Reaching out another free hand, tearing off the cloth ball that was gagging his mouth, watching the Rogue Cultivators cough a few times, swallow and spit, and breathe, Grace pulled out a amiable smile, the magic wand in his hand Released a dim light...

...

...

The Fairy King's Court Great Hall.

The court meeting kept on, and news from all directions was like snow falling from the sky in winter, caught in the Great Hall.

These news include the surveillance of the Thirteen Division, the capture of some Rogue Cultivators, the exploration of the projection boundary, which is the so-called "end", etc. As they have more and more information, the atmosphere in the Great Hall has also changed. More serious.

"Obviously, our guess is correct." Above the throne, the Elf King wrapped in a costume put down the latest information in his hands. He looked at the Great Hall officials with a low voice, "According to the information learned from the prisoner, the other party did indeed Come from another world, to be precise, a certain country, a place...very different from ours..."

"Unfortunately, the language is impassable. Even with induction magic, we can only carry out the most basic communication and cannot carry out complex dialogues. In addition, there are obvious contradictions between different confessions. Therefore, what we know is only Limited to this."

Elf Wang Luojia sighed and said.

A minister stood up: "Time is still too hasty. As long as there is enough time, I believe we can teach the captives to learn our language, or on the contrary, when the time comes..."

"You also know that time is in a hurry? Where is the time to communicate slowly? The opponent's main force is fast approaching the royal capital! Their speed is beyond our expectations!" A battle priest sneered and said loudly, "We must react. NS!"

"But so hastily..."

"Can it be delayed any longer? Look at the latest intelligence, at this rate, they may enter the royal capital before dark. For the sake of safety, I don't think it can be delayed any longer!"

"It's true. I think it's time to communicate with the other party. I can't wait any longer. Moreover, according to our intelligence, the main force of the other party has not carried out a large-scale armed attack along the way. Perhaps this is their goodwill. "A civil servant came out.

"Goodwill? I'm afraid it may not be..."

In a moment, the Great Hall quarreled again.

"Quiet." The Elf King had no choice but to persuade him. Obviously, the topic discussed now is also a headache for Luo Jia. He thought for a while and looked at Ai Lu, who had never said a word, "What do you think?"

Ai Lu got up and saluted. The girl who was already mature and matured slightly leaned forward, "Your Majesty should have an answer in his heart. The Temple of Sacrifice doesn't understand these matters, so she retreats first."

With that, she was leaving.

"Where are you going?" the Elf King asked.

Ailu stopped slightly and said, "I want to... go and see the prisoners. Maybe, I can get more information."

After speaking, she held her moon-white luxurious robe, stepped on the reflection of the smooth and clean floor, and walked out of the Great Hall in full view.

For this scene, the officials were not very surprised.

In the entire royal court, from the nobles of the royal family to the civilians, everyone knows the temperament of the man at the helm of the sacrificial temple. She has always stayed away from these things. It is precisely because of this that this person is responsible for saving the ethnic group. Only a young girl can safely sit on the seat of god-tier officer for more than a hundred years.

Isn't this a kind of wisdom?

"Official god-tier, are you really going to see the prisoners?"

Coming out of the Great Hall, Ellu's close waiter hurriedly followed and asked in a low voice.

This waiter is also a young girl, and her youthful face is still immature. She is wearing a pale green intern robe, which means that she has not graduated from the temple, and is not yet a real priest—— Just like Ai Lu back then.

Facing the question of this student who she liked very much, Ellu stopped, and a certain look appeared on Sacred's expressionless beautiful face: "Of course, I have a strange hunch."

"Premonition?"

"Yes," Ailu nodded, her eyes seemed to hide some complicated emotions, "It's like... some voice is calling me."

......

"Take it down."

Grace waved, and the soldiers dragged away the Rogue Cultivators tied to the iron chair. Seeing this scene, Grace picked up the quill pen in the upper right corner of the table and stuck it in the ink bottle, and stood in front of it very seriously. The word "six" was written on his paper.

This is the serial number.

This means that this is the sixth prisoner he has tried and the sixth report.

Every report is written and sent to the Great Hall of the Inner City Palace for discussion.

It shows the importance of this job.

Grace knows that there are five groups of colleagues who are conducting interrogation and communication work like herself, and that she is responsible for the latest seven people captured.

At present, nearly 30 prisoners have been captured. Unfortunately, due to the lack of effective communication methods, the information they currently receive is still pitiful.

"Sir, why don't you take a break?"

Said the soldier next to him.

Grace shook his head. He rubbed his own face and dusted the purple robe-which means that he is a middle priest, which is also a middle power in the whole sacrificial hall. He can climb to this position at this age and in other halls. It was absolutely impossible, and only when the Sacrificial Hall almost turned into an empty shell in the war more than a hundred years ago, did he provide him with a chance for promotion.

He cherishes this extremely.

"I'm fine, go ahead, there is another number seven? Any piece of valuable information we interrogate will have a direct impact on the decision of the royal court!" Grace said seriously.

"Yes." The soldier said admiringly, and then went out to lead people.

After Grace said this awe-inspiringly, on the surface, she was calm, but she laughed at herself from the bottom of her heart.

Yes, the interrogation work is naturally very important.

But looking at the poor results from the reports he submitted, he didn't think these had any value.

communication! communication!

The lack of effective communication methods caused the entire interrogation work to be similar to guessing, which frustrated him.

"Moreover, at this time, Wang Ting should have already made a decision. I will continue to interrogate...it won't be of any use anymore...not to mention, there is no way to communicate..."

Thinking of this, Grace heard the rattling sound of shackles at the door, and he immediately sat up straight, pretending to be serious and vicious, and adjusted the direction of the light.

Then, the last person to be tried was pressed on a metal chair.

However, what made Grace a little surprised was that this person to be tried was unexpectedly calm, which was different from the previous ones who yelled, cried bitterly, or panicked... and other reactions, this Tao's figure is calm and scary.

It's not the kind that is scared and stupid.

Grace clearly saw that the opponent's eyes were clear and calm, with a hint of curiosity and a certain feeling that made him feel uncomfortable. The opponent's own eyes...like...like seeing a Junior!

Damn it!

How can it be?

Probably too tired, hallucinations.

Grace comforted himself, he cleared his cough, made his face calm, took the quill pen in his right hand and soaked up the ink, and then wrote the serial number seven on the form in front of him.

At the same time, subconsciously said: "You are... number seven."

This was said casually. However, at The next moment, Grace, who was writing the report with her head down, suddenly heard a faint voice:

"I am not called number seven."

Grace was stunned immediately, thinking it was an auditory hallucination, but he suddenly realized something was wrong in the next moment. With a click of the quill in his hand, he snapped the tip of the pen abruptly and sprayed with dark blue ink. Coming out, a lot of ink marks appeared on the dyed report paper.

But he had no time to care, he just raised his head abruptly, staring at the prisoner in front of him in a daze, and stammered: "Just...you were talking?!"

Cheng Lin twisted his body to make himself more comfortable sitting in the iron chair. Hearing Grace's question, he nodded naturally, and said in a very pure Elvish language, "Of course. There are only you and me in this room, not me, who else can it be?"

"Boom!"

The next moment, Cheng Lin saw that, in the dazzling light and shadow, the handsome elf in the purple medium priest's robe suddenly fell backward, and the whole body was frightened to fall from the chair, and the inclined chair hit the guardrail. , Made a heavy boom.

Grace panicked, his face was full of shock, he pointed to Cheng Lin, stammered: "You...you...why are you..."

Cheng Lin shrugged a little helplessly, with a smile as gentle as possible on his face: "This topic may be unclear for a while, anyway... Are you the priest of the Sacrifice Hall? Well, I want to see Ai Lu , Do you know her?"

"Do you... know... the god-tier officer?"

"Well, is she still alive?"

Grace nodded subconsciously.

Then, in the quiet and cold interrogation room, she fell to the ground, and the panicked interrogator Grace heard the prisoner as if relieved, and then asked in a very nostalgic tone: "That girl, how is it? ?"

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