The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Tianmenguan Beicheng Bei’an Palace, under heavy snow, everything was dyed white.

　　 Although the whole world is covered in silver, the plain hangings in the palace still look so dazzling. At the same time, the sergeants patrolling in the palace are in tears.

The Bei’an Royal Mansion, which covers a huge area, actually has only a few buildings inhabited by Jiang’s children. Most of the rest are flat schools for gathering northern sergeants. On the west side of the Royal Mansion, there is a special area for housing. Houses for outsiders.

In this house, under the slightly dim sky, only one light was on. In the light, there was a young and tall figure pacing back and forth. It was a mixed snowman who was transported from the underground of Liuli City to the northern city of Tianmenguan. Youth, a city in snow.

The snowy city inside the house, still wearing a blood-stained coat, saw him squat down, stretched out his right hand, and carefully stroked the floor of the house below him, and carefully watched with the pupils intertwined with light blue ice crystals. , And occasionally took up his fist and tapped lightly, listening to the feedback from the ground below.

Xuebancheng was only settled here yesterday, and this move is a habit he has always cultivated. Whenever he comes to a new environment, the young man has to check everything around to be at ease. .

　　 His observation of the surrounding environment, coupled with a unique talent, coupled with an unforgettable strong memory, made him a small snowman mixed blood, able to stand firm in Liuli City.

Under the bright white oil lamp, Xue Bancheng fumbled very carefully. He fumbled every inch of the place including the wall. Although it took a long time, his face was even more seductive than a woman. There is no color of impatience, because the young man who used to be able to do both black and white in Liuli City has the most patience.

　　 After a long time, Xue Bancheng checked every corner of the entire house, and then he sat directly on the ground with a hint of thought on his handsome face, and muttered:

"When I was in Liuli City, I heard that the southern country Daxia is unparalleled and powerful. I saw it at this time and it really deserves its reputation. The ground is all poured with special soil, which is hundreds of times stronger than the normal northern snow and frozen soil. I want to dig tunnels. It’s impossible, and although the structure of this house is not an ice wall, it’s not only firm enough, and it’s not cold to the touch, it’s a perfect material."

After the voice fell, Xuebancheng got up and walked quickly to the side of a bed in the room, staring into the eyes of the big bed, full of excitement, then he sat on the bed cautiously, reaching out his hand to the bottom With a light press, an extremely soft feeling suddenly came. At this moment, Xue Bancheng even felt tears in his eyes.

The fleeing in the Liuli City, the fleeing in the underground tunnels, and the life-and-death crisis in the underground Golden Temple, all these scenes are intertwined in the mind of Xue Bancheng, and finally all the pictures become one. The old man's majestic and cold face, and the words that he faintly said:

　　 "Tear this scroll, and you will go to your dream place. That is the promise that this king once promised!"

　　 After a few breaths, thoughts flowed and thoughts were disillusioned, and then Xue Bancheng recovered, and continued to look at the wooden bed in front of him that he had never seen before, and continued to mutter:

　　 "Will this summer be my dream land?"

　　 Snow Bancheng's voice was faintly lingering in the house, while the door of the house was gently pushed open, and then accompanied by the swaying snow, a tall and tall figure slowly stepped into it, and then a cold voice came out:

　　 "Whether Daxia will be your dream land, it actually depends on your ambition."

After 　　's words fell, Jiang Yue, the son of King Bei'an, who was covered with snow on the blood armor, stood inside the house, then raised his foot and gently stepped on the ground under his foot, and his voice continued:

"The ground under your feet is not only poured with special soil, but also reinforced by the monks of the earth attribute, and then floor tiles are laid. This floor tile must be the same as the brick level of the city wall. Each piece must be experienced by the official kiln. It is fired in seven processes, and then the defensive runes are engraved by the monks of the Ministry of Engineering.

"This is just an ordinary level in Dacheng. Fortresses such as my Tianmen Pass, the level is even higher. It can be said that the value of each brick is even more than the sum of all the valuable things of an ordinary tribe such as Snowmen. Is it enough to satisfy your ambitions?"

After the rolling sound fell, Jiang Yue raised his foot again and took a step forward, and the snow on the entire armor began to crash down. Then he stared at Xue Bancheng with a horrified face on his face, and opened his mouth and continued to speak:

"You are directly teleported from the hinterland of the northern snowfields to the Tianmenguan Stone Statue Tower. The northern city of Tianmenguan is a military forbidden area. Ordinary citizens are not allowed to teleport. Offenders are not allowed to be teleported. Therefore, the Northern Army has the right to kill you directly when you appear , If it weren’t for the strong thunderous breath of Jiang’s lingering around you, I shouldn’t be able to communicate with you now.

"You went from the Northern Army prison to the guest house of the Royal Palace at this time. The straight-line distance is not far, but you passed the Northern Army, Jiang's Royal Mansion, Si Tian Jian, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Justice, and the Night Dire Division. After a total of six rounds of parliamentary trials, it is transferred to the cabinet for discussion, and then to the hands of His Majesty, where the final decision is made by the Lord.

"So for you, my people from the King's Mansion of Bei'an have ran back and forth between Tianmenguan and Shenjing city countless times. The arraignment record is a thick 15-volume, and the complete judicial process of the court is only It only took a short period of 14 days, and finally the palace endorsed you to give you some freedom. Now you say, is this enough to satisfy your ambition?"

The little prince Jiang Yue’s word-by-word voice sounded like a thunderous power that is unique to the Jiang family, one of the fourteenth surnames of the Ying surname, rolling in the entire house, and these two questions were heard in Xuebancheng. It is even more shocking and reverberating.

　　 At the same time, this young Xuemin, who had experienced countless interrogations in more than ten days, finally understood that a group of people were trying their best to help him in this unknown Tianmen Pass.

　　 Then Xue Bancheng's eyes showed a strong expression of gratitude. He stood up from the bed, and gently spoke to Jiang Yue:

　　 "Why, why do you help me like this?"

　　 "Because of the old man, because you said that my dead ghost father once promised you to bring you to the Central Plains!"

After 　　 finished speaking, Jiang Yue turned around and walked towards the snow flying outside the house, and then a cold voice continued:

"Although the old man is dead, his promise is my promise from the Bei'an Palace. Come with me. Your Majesty wants to see you. Can you display your ambition in the place you dream of? This will be your last and most important thing. One pass."