Unlimited Bloodstone

Everything happened too suddenly.

After a few breaths, the needle gold died in front of everyone.

Zidi called out sternly, the big man fought hard and fell to the ground...

The crowd fell silent and exploded like a bang.

"You let me go!" Zidi tried to shake off Heijuan's hand, but Heijuan still grasped her arm firmly, her expression stern.

"Damn, damn!" Mange resisted the invading monster, gritted his teeth, his face was full of anger.

"Master!!!" The blue algae roared and rushed towards the corpse of needle gold.

"Be careful!" Zidi raised her heart and reminded again loudly.

But this time, the cyanobacteria flew to the side of Needle Jin's body, but did not suffer a lightning strike.

"Master..." The blue algae hugged Zijin's body and screamed in pain.

His eyes were flushed with tears streaming down his face. Because of his injuries, he retreated behind the front line and waited for magical treatment, so when the needles charged, the blue algae didn't even notice it.

And when he took action, it was too late.

The body of the blue algae crouched, holding the needle gold tightly. At this moment, he felt the light of his life dissipated, and his life fell into the boundless darkness again.

The boundless pain and confusion seemed to form an abyss that swallowed him.

At the same time, there are boundless regrets and hatred for scabs, which quickly breed in the dark, fiercely accumulating!

"Master Needle! You killed our Lord Needle!" many people roared.

There were also people holding their heads in their hands, staying like a statue, watching the scene in disbelief: "Master Needle is dead? He actually died in his own hands?"

"No!" Bai Ya shouted, he reacted and ran towards Zidi, "Master Zidi, potion, hurry up, let's save the lord!"

This sentence was like a flash of lightning, which stunned Zidi, and silent tears flowed down quickly.

"Get away!" Seeing Bai Ya rushing closer, looking crazy, Hei Juan grabbed Zidi's arm with one hand, and kicked Bai Ya directly to the ground with one foot.

"Hei Juan, what are you going to do?!" Cangsu asked sharply.

"Quickly let go of my president!" Fat tongue approached.

"Boy, you'd better let go of Master Jinjin's fiancee. There is no room for you to run wild here!" Three swords holding a dagger, their eyes are full of warning.

"Ha ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha..." Hei Juan laughed strangely, and glanced at everyone with mocking and contempt, without fear.

"You ignorant people, stupid people!" Heijuan held his head high and shouted loudly, "I am the needle gold! I am the real needle gold!"

Everyone was shocked.

"what did you say?"

"are you crazy?!"

"Could it be that you can't stand the pressure and collapse?"

However, the scab's voice came again at this time: "He is indeed the real needle gold, the Templars, the sole heir of the Hundred Needles family, and the one you want to follow."

"Have you heard, idiots!" Hei Juan stared.

Everyone fell silent for a while, and was in an uproar again.

"These two people are crazy!"

"The scab is also crazy, no wonder he would do this!"

"This may not be the priest's fault, but that Ta Ling will make another ghost."

"No, maybe that artifact-the mermaid's fairy tale is working, and all of us have been deceived! All this is fake."

Cangsu fell into silence. He looked at Zidi, Heiju, and at the corpse of Zhenjin, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Who told you that this criminal who was cut to death by me is the real needle gold?" Scab said in a mocking tone, "Or do you think that I will be so stupid as a priest of the Holy Ming sect to openly murder one. A Templar? If I do this, what's the use of more credit?"

"Also, don't you think that needle gold's move just now is very impulsive and weird?"

"Why did he rush to the fourth floor? Just because of what I just said made him realize that his identity has been exposed."

The uproar of the crowd weakened.

"But he is a knight of the gods, and prayers can almost always be answered by the emperor!" Someone retorted.

"Is he a celestial knight? Have you seen what a real celestial knight is like?" Scab was furious. "Look carefully, the armor on his body, the sword in his hand! Does it look like a spear scorpion? Shell, does it look like the legs of a blade spider!!!"

Everyone focused their eyes on the past, and their faces changed.

The scab's voice slowed down, and then became softer again: "I know your thoughts, and I understand you very much. In fact, don't any of you think the appearance of fake needle gold is suspicious? Did not think of the shell of a gun scorpion, a spider Does the blade touch the foot?"

"It's just that you want to escape, want to leave here alive, want to follow the needle gold, want a bright future. Therefore, you deliberately rejected these suspicious places."

"This fake needle gold is indeed very useful. It arouses the greed and selfish desires in your hearts and lets you help him to deceive yourself."

Scab paused, and then solemnly announced: "You are all cheated by him!"

Everyone was shocked. Bai Ya had just been kicked to the ground by the black roll, and now sitting on the ground, she kept shaking her head: "No, this is not true, this is not true."

Hei Juan sneered. He scanned the people around him: "Look at your current expressions, it's really wonderful!"

"If you don't believe me, or the priest of the Shengming sect, then I still have a witness here."

"Zi Di, my fiancee, tell them the truth!" Hei Juan stared at Zi Di with a sharp gaze.

But Zidi was already crying into tears, letting her arm be firmly controlled by the black scroll, she stared at the young man's corpse blankly, motionless, her expression was extremely confused, as if she hadn't heard the black scroll at all.

Hei Juan snorted coldly and was very dissatisfied with Zidi. He glanced around: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid? She has already acquiesced."

Indeed, Zi Di's weird state was enough to verify the words of Heijuan and Scab.

The audience was silent.

Only the fighting sound of Warcraft downstairs continued.

At this moment, Heijuan was very satisfied. He took a deep breath. The air has never changed, but he felt that he had never been more relaxed.

Standing in the silent crowd, Heijuan once again proudly announced: "Now you should understand that I am the real needle gold."

"I am the needle gold!"

I am a needle gold...

The childhood needle gold stood in a pool of blood, surrounded by the bodies of his brothers and sisters.

The murderer was squatting in front of Jin Jin at the moment, his delicate face with a charming smile.

The murderer stretched out his slender white hand, gently stroked Zhenjin's hair, and gently comforted: "What's your name, kid."

My childhood acupuncture pupils have shrunk to the size of a needle, and my body is as rigid as death, and my whole body and mind are filled with fear.

"If you don't answer your sister obediently, you will die." The murderer said with a smile.

In his childhood, Zhenjin trembled all over and opened his mouth to talk, but his teeth trembled violently and couldn't tell.

He was extremely horrified, extremely anxious, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept rolling down his cheeks.

"Hahaha, good boy, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." The murderer patted Zhijin's little head again, and then leaned close to Zhijin's ear, and whispered quietly, "If you don't tell me, I know you are called Jinjin right. wrong?"

The murderer laughed hehehe: "Don't worry, my sister just made a joke with you just now. If my sister doesn't kill you, you will survive. Who made the emperor choose to forgive you the Hundred Needle Family?"

"According to my sister's mind, you should be completely annihilated by your decadent aristocrats who are constantly betraying and surrendering. Tsk tsk...it's a pity."

"However, although the Baizhen family survives, it is about the same as annihilation. The emperor only allows the Baizhen family to have one heir. Do you know why your sister chose you?"

"Because you are too timid, quietly these brothers and sisters around you, they are very brave, they are full of hatred, they want to revitalize the family... So, they died."

"You have to thank you for your cowardice and timidity. This is your temperament. You have to keep it up, kid."

"Did you hear that?"

In childhood, Zhen Jin's whole body trembled again, and he nodded frantically.

"Really good!" The murderer smiled and stroked the needle's little head, and stood up.

Scanning the corpses everywhere, her face revealed the joy and satisfaction after the killing. Sweeping the childhood needle gold who nodded wildly, she could not help expressing a trace of regret.

She turned and left here, the childhood needles left in place, shaped like puppets, still nodding frantically.

...

In the bright and magnificent white hall, sunlight shines in through the towering colorful glass windows.

A group of teenagers gathered together, and needle gold was among them.

Zhenjin and the other teenagers swear together--

I swear to respect and love the living gods, the lord of the great empire, Shengming the Great!

I swear I will try my best to follow in the footsteps of the officer and go forward!

I swear to protect my loved ones, not afraid of hardships!

I swear to treat my friends sincerely and refuse hypocrisy!

I swear that I will never change my love until I die!

I swear bravely against **** and treat the weaker!

I swear to be fair and fight all mistakes!

Starting today, I am a Templar!

"Awesome!" After the oath was completed, the young Zijin's heart was full of excitement, "I become a Templar, and our family has a backer, and we will be safe in the future!"

...

The gloomy sky was drizzling.

In an empty training ground.

A group of teenagers formed a circle, and the needle gold fell to the ground at this moment, surrounded by the teenagers.

The teenagers looked down at the needle gold, constantly laughing and mocking, with heavy disdain on their faces.

The leading young man is burly, with blue hair, like a few inches of steel needles, standing upright on the scalp.

The young man embraced his arms and stepped on the shoulders of Jinjin: "Zhenjin! You should remember well that your Hundred Needle family is just a Viscount, defeated! You guys want to be on an equal footing with us? "

The young man with green hair suddenly raised his foot, stepped on Zhenjin’s head, and laughed grinningly: "I will teach you a lesson today! From now on, when you see us, no matter where in the castle, you will give I obediently bowed my head, made way for me obediently, and pulled aside!"

"Inferior aristocrats must look like inferior aristocrats. If you let me see you look at me, I will crippled you."

"have you understood?"

Qing Kui let out a low growl, and with force under his feet, he directly ran Zhenjin's head into the mud.

"Ming... understand. Cough cough cough!" Zhen Jin made a difficult voice, full of fear in his heart.

"Hahaha." Qing Kui raised his hair and laughed triumphantly, loosened his foot, and walked away.

Before leaving, he left a sentence: "Of course, needle gold, if you are not convinced, you can challenge me at any time. My Qingkui is waiting for you anytime, anywhere!"

"Cough, cough, cough." Zhenjin struggled, sitting up his upper body.

He wanted to say that he would never challenge, but just opened his mouth to speak, the muddy water inevitably flowed back into his throat, causing another cough.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the teenagers lost interest.

"Bah, what!"

"Just because he wants to challenge Master Qingkui? Why?"

"With his embroidery needle, hahaha."

The rain was heavy, and the teenagers surrounded Qingkui, burst into laughter, and all entered the castle.

Zijin sat in the mud, letting the rain hit him.

He shivered, and his heart was extremely wronged: "I was wronged, I just want to make friends with you, Qingkui, and I don't even want to challenge you!"

...

Autumn evening.

Zhenjin was in a study room.

The study was dim, and a narrow window opened on one side of the stone wall, which was the only light source at the moment.

I saw the father of needle gold sitting behind the desk, the patriarch of Bai needle.

He is a middle-aged man, thin, pale, with two straight and slender beards. He frowned slightly, revealing a cold temperament: "Zinjin, my son, don't lower your head."

Zhenjin raised his head, looked at his father, and then shifted his gaze in fear.

"Why? Half a month has passed, my son, you still haven't made any progress in the restraint technique, you stay at the original level." The middle-aged man's voice continued.

Zhenjin's heart trembled and he dared not make a sound.

The middle-aged man said clearly, "I understand your feelings very well. You have never been interested in the astringent technique. You think the family's fighting skills are very weak, don't you?"

"You think that the blood of our Hundred Needles family can't bring you excellent physical fitness, strength, or speed, and now it's just the inferior nobles of the empire, right?"

Zhenjin was silent.

The middle-aged nobleman sighed deeply, stood up, walked around the desk, and walked to the side of the needle gold: "Come, follow me."

The two went out of the study, walked through the dark corridor, past the mottled stone walls, and came to the garden in the castle.

"Fighting Skills-Hundred Needle Wind!"

The middle-aged man drew his sword abruptly.

This saber is not an edged sword, but a slender stabbing sword.

The stabbing sword kept attacking in the hands of the middle-aged man, because the speed was too fast, it directly formed a sword shadow. Especially the tip of the stabbing sword was shrouded in vindictiveness. For a time, the Venus was overflowing and brilliant!

The tree-winged butterfly was swept by the wind, and hit by the Venus, one by one fell to the ground.

After a few breaths, the ground was covered with a layer of "planet tree leaves", and none of the hundreds of tree-winged butterflies managed to escape! Douzi Literature Network

"Okay, amazing!" Zhenjin was dumbfounded.

"Cough, cough, cough." The middle-aged man put away his sword, coughed repeatedly, his face became pale, "Do you still think our Hundred Needle Family is weak?"

Zhenjin shook his head vigorously.

"Each noble family has its own heritage, not to mention that our Baizhen family was once a great aristocrat in the south! Baizhenfeng is a symbol of our family's fighting skills, and one of our family's heritage. But outsiders rarely know this secret. ."

"Operating a family requires strategy. Sometimes, we need to be high-profile, like a beast. But sometimes, we have to stay low-key. Just like now, our Baizhen family needs to show weakness and reduce our sense of existence. "

After a pause, the middle-aged nobleman continued: "Do you know what is the basis for urging Baizhenfeng?"

Without waiting for the needle to answer, the middle-aged nobleman immediately said, "It's a Qi-trapping technique."

"Huh?" Zhenjin was surprised.

"Only forbearance and accumulation of strength can there be an astonishing explosion. Qi astringing technique can allow us to reduce our breath, making it difficult for outsiders to detect, or underestimating our fighting Qi cultivation. At the same time, the astringent technique also has the effect of accumulating strength. Only Only by practicing the fighting technique of Qi-containing technique to a high level, can you practice fighting techniques such as Hundred Needle Wind. It can be said that Qi-Astringing Technique is the cornerstone of my family’s fighting skills. Needle gold, you are the heir of my Hundred Needle family. Must be Practice well."

"I understand, I must work hard, my father!" Zhenjin's eyes gleamed, very excited.

He found a reason.

"Yes, I'm just forbearing, I'm not cowardly, and I've never been timid."

"I'm accumulating strength, I'm bearing a heavy burden for the family!"

...

In an old tavern, the lights are dim and the voices are noisy.

"We have won!"

"Drink this cup!"

This is the celebration banquet of the newly compiled fifth group of the Knights Templar.

The knights had brand-new scars on their armor, cloak, or body, but everyone was excited.

Needle gold is also among them.

"Captain. Tell us about it. I know that your old man has participated in many battles, such as conquering the Iron Banner, encircling the blood knights, and guarding Griffon Cliffs. What do you always think is the most difficult battle?" someone asked. .

The one-eyed one left by the old head showed nostalgia in the light of the fire.

He opened his mouth and said: "To say that the most difficult battle was the one six years ago, in the Jackal Valley."

"I know, it's the annihilation of the Hanshan Knights!" someone said excitedly.

Many people also looked at the needle gold with sharp eyes.

The old head nodded and continued: "Yes, it's in the Jackal Valley. Almost all the southern aristocrats are treacherous villains, shameless and capricious!"

"It has been five days since our fifth group of Templars marched. After entering the Jackal Valley, they were betrayed by friendly forces. Thousands of winter fir knights have launched a besieged and slaughter on us.

"Our Fifth Regiment had just withdrawn from the front line. After the first wave of attacks, we were caught off guard. We broke 30 of our hands on the spot, leaving only more than 1,000 people, almost everyone injured."

"we lose!"

"The entire five groups are dead, and only me is left."

"The emperor personally saved my dog's life. He asked me what reward I needed."

"I told the emperor his old man, begging him to give me the number of the 5th Knights Regiment. I want to build another 5th Knights Templar Regiment!"

"That's why you guys are here, you know?"

"Otherwise, how could the dignified Knights Templar easily recruit new members?"

"You little guys are all lucky. But you are still too young. What counts the battle just now?" The old leader shook his head and said nothing, just continued to drink.

What he said was very simple and rough, but the young Templars in the tavern looked excited.

They talked excitedly.

"I know, during the battle in the Jackal Valley, our five regiments only relied on thousands of people. They wiped out more than 5,000 people from the Hanshan Knights and destroyed their three establishments!"

"The Coldwood Knights had just cleaned the battlefield, and they were attacked by the Third Templars that came from lightning, and they were all destroyed in the Jackal Valley."

"The Hanshan Knights are the number one trump card of the Southern Aristocratic Alliance. This battle has interrupted the backbone of the Southern Aristocratic Alliance!"

"Yes, this is our Templar!"

"We are unmatched, no one can stop!"

"Even if we are in a desperate situation, we must go to death with our heads high!"

"That's right, charge, charge, charge to death!"

The atmosphere in the tavern became warm again, and the young Templars blushed without knowing whether it was because of drinks or excitement.

Only Zhenjin sat in the corner, and he fell silent, no longer in a trance. The glory of victory seemed to be completely separated from him, and no one even wanted to sit with him.

...

The periphery of the competition field was full.

The duel in the competition field has also come to an end.

Templar Qingkui was forced into desperation, and his opponent was the Patriarch Baizhen.

Zhenjin was in the crowd and shouted in her heart: "That's it, father, kill this **** guy! In the Knights Templar, he has been looking for me. Since I entered the fifth regiment, he has never Stop bullying me!"

And beside Zhenjin, there were still many fellow Templar knights crowded, they were all familiar faces.

"Qingkui, give up if you can't!"

"The opponent is too strong, you are too young, and it is not shameful to lose in the battle."

"Think about you still have a younger sister, Qingkui, don't be stubborn."

The young Templars were shouting.

Qing Kui's sister was also off the court. At this moment, her face was pale, without a trace of blood, her body trembling, like a poor little flower in the storm.

Zhenjin sneered secretly: "Qingkui's younger sister? Very good! Qingkui is dead, not finished! Once I catch a chance, you, as his sister, will make atonement for your brother."

Then, one last match.

Patriarch Baizhen broke off his sword while Qing Kui fainted on the ground.

"Father, father!" Zhenjin exclaimed, her voice trembling violently.

"Impossible, this is impossible! Qingkui, how could he hurt his father!" Zhenjin couldn't believe the facts before him.

"Kill him, kill him, father!" Zhenjin wanted to shout loudly, but he still didn't have the courage to shout out.

The old group leader walked into the venue at this time and announced the end of the duel.

"No, how could this happen!?" The people around cheered, but the needles were like falling into an ice cave.

"Father!" He rushed over and held the Patriarch Baizhen.

The middle-aged man looked around for a week and saw the surrounding scenes in his eyes, but his expression had returned to calm: "My son, look up at me. Tell me what the family motto of my family is."

"Don't overestimate people, and don't underestimate people." Zhenjin reluctantly raised his head, his tone choked with a trembling heart.

...

There were only two people in the shooting range.

"My father, I have followed your call." Zhen Jin said.

Patriarch Hundred Needles nodded slightly: "You have been back from the imperial capital for a few days. I have come to test and compare you and whether your training in the imperial capital is slack. This time, we will come to archery. If you can win me, I will give you that fast bee."

Zhenjin's heart trembled, and he said sadly and hesitantly: "But my father, your arm..."

The patriarch of Hundred Needles didn't care: "It's okay, you shoot first."

Zhenjin picked up the longbow and shot the arrow. He was depressed and did not hit the bullseye.

It's the turn of the Patriarch Baizhen.

"I'm optimistic, my son." The patriarch Baizhen used his index and middle fingers to draw out one of the long white crystal needles and flicked his fingers.

call out!

A sharp, screaming sound pierced through the air suddenly sounded from the needle gold ears.

At the same time, he saw the long golden needles passing in mid-air, leaving a bright light.

The light stretched straight, hitting the target, and then there was a bang, and the whole target was completely shattered!

"This is?!" Zhenjin opened her mouth slightly, her face full of shock.

"This is a secret technique handed down from generations to generations in our Hundred Needle Family-the roar of sharp needles. Do you want to learn?"

"According to your current total amount of fighting energy, if you instill all of it, you should be able to barely send one shot." The patriarch of Hundred Needles immediately estimated.

Zhenjin smiled bitterly: "My father, in this way, if I use this secret technique, isn't it a bit dangerous?"

The smile on the face of Patriarch Baizhen gradually diminished, and his expression turned serious.

He stared at the needle gold and said with deep meaning: "My son, reality is always cruel. Whether it is fighting or other aspects, you will always be at risk."

"Many times, you will find that shooting a full shot is the wisest choice."

"It is very uncomfortable to temporarily consume all the fighting energy in the body. This kind of emptiness and pain is uncomfortable. But sometimes, we have to do this."

"Don't be afraid of risk, and don't be afraid of sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice?" The word alone made Zhenjin's heart tremble.

...

An obviously well-decorated room, luxurious and extravagant. Famous paintings are hung on the walls, the air is filled with the smell of expensive perfume, the pink-gold curtains are pulled up, and the daylight is mostly blocked by the curtains, making the whole room appear dim and ambiguous.

The dancer Kessie wore an exotic costume from the northwest of the empire with a purple veil, which made her stunning face more mysterious and alluring. She has a slender and enchanting posture, bulging forward and backward. The red is predominantly, and the dance clothes mixed with gold thread are short and close to the body, revealing her slender arms and white belly button.

When the dance music ended, the three teenagers in the room were all stared at.

After reacting, they applauded.

Zhenjin's main attention was focused on one of the teenagers, who had a very unusual identity.

Zhen Jinqiang endured his reluctance, and smiled and asked, "An Ge, didn't you ask me to see Kess's dancing? What do you think? I can call the shots right now. For you. Tonight, you can use her to warm the bed. Hahaha."

however……

"Awesome, the temptation of beauty is really powerful."

"This beauty has no value to me. I won't want it."

"My family's family motto is this sentence-hell is at our feet, and the fall is right now. The family motto reminds us to stay vigilant. Desire is an abyss. If you don't pay attention, you will turn into a demon and cease to be human. ."

"Needle gold, you and I belong to colleagues. This time, if you helped me, then I can persuade you. My own practice is the key point. Blindly drilling your contacts will only be leaves flying in the wind."

After saying this, An Ge ignoring Zhen Jin's ugly face, got up and left.

"Damn it, hate it!" When there was no outsider present, the needle was so angry that it smashed the cup in the room, "Look down on me, look down on me!!"

...

"What?! Father, do you want me to compete for the position of Baisha City Lord?"

"This, this doesn't work."

"I'm just a black iron cultivation base, the master of a dignified city, I should need at least a silver level cultivation base!"

Zhenjin kept shaking his head.

Patriarch Baizhen snorted coldly: "Who makes you not work hard in your daily practice? Look at your colleagues, Qingkui and Ange, which are not silver-level?"

Zhenjin lowered his head and mumbled: "They all have a deep background, and they have too many spiritual resources. How can I compare?"

The patriarch of Baizheng snorted again: "Although our Baizhen family is lonely, there are many who should support you."

"This time, it is an opportunity to revitalize our family. You must grasp it!"

"Because you are the only heir to the Baizhen family."

"I will send elite forces, and let Arm Wah lead the team to help you compete for the position of City Lord."

Zhenjin suddenly showed joy: "Ah, Uncle Armwa?"

"Besides, I also won a foreign aid for you. Congratulations, my son, not long ago, I picked an excellent fiancee for you. She is called Zidi and is the current president of the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce. ."

"This?!" Zhenjin had no joy, "My father, she has no aristocratic blood at all, let me marry her? If it is the former Wisteria Chamber of Commerce, there are still discussions. But now this Wisteria Chamber of Commerce..."

"Well, I call you here to inform you to prepare, not to listen to your complaints. Go on." Patriarch Baizhen waved.

Zhenjin opened his mouth with a look of reluctance, but in the end, due to his father's authority, he could only retreat with anger.

...

"Are you Zidi?" Zhenjin held her head slightly, looking at the girl with purple eyes in front of her. Although his face was expressionless, his heart made waves for Zidi's face.

"What a beauty!"

"Although she is really shameful, she will even become a laughing stock in the circle."

"But this face alone seems to be valuable."

"Master Zhenjin." Zidi looked anxious, "I'm sorry to have rushed, but the situation is really urgent. The manpower sent by your family has been wiped out."

"I know." Zhenjin nodded, showing a hint of anger, "If Uncle Armwa led the team personally, this kind of thing would never happen."

Zidi continued: "I am now very worried that other competitors will arrive at Baisha City ahead of schedule to establish an early advantage. Therefore, I suggest that we make the illusion of staying where we are. In fact, we disguise our identities, set off secretly, and take the pig Kiss goes to sea."

The needle-gold pupils shrank slightly, and there was a retreat in his heart, but he didn't want to look timid in front of the beauty in front of him, so he snorted coldly: "This is a good idea, but it is also very risky. I only have the black iron cultivation base, if it is too reckless I was framed by local actions, so all plans are empty talk."

Zidi smiled: "Please rest assured~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have the means to ensure the safety of adults. First, we will hire a powerful mercenary group to protect our safety. Secondly, we will act quietly and may not be discovered. Again, there is also the examiner of the Baisha City Lord in the pig kiss, the priest of the Shengming sect, Mr. Scab. Finally, I strongly recommend that the adult disguise his identity and pretend to be an ordinary mercenary, and use a substitute in public. Act as bait."

Zhenjin was attracted by Zidi's smile and felt dazzling. He reluctantly frowned, "This... can it work?"

"It works, sir. The potion we used this time is a transformation potion made by Duke Emmy. After drinking it, people will change their skin color, hair color, or make the bridge of their nose a little taller. , The eyes become bigger, etc. The most important thing is that it has obvious effects, is very safe and secret. If it is a usual spell or magic item disguise, it must continue to consume mana, and there will be mana fluctuations." Zidi softly persuaded With.

"This... seems to be a good idea." Zhenjin's tone hesitated, "What about my substitute?"

"Trust me, Master Zhenjin, you will see him soon, and you will be very satisfied!"

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