7. Traveling on the Road Is Not Easy, but Wandering Back and Forth Makes the Light Shine Again.

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I walked in the green forest under the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and my eyes were filled with green that seemed to be full of aura. Walking into the depths of the jungle, breathing in the moist air from the morning dew, showing a smile of satisfaction after exercise, brushing off the glistening sweat on your forehead, looking back... there are about two hundred burdens behind you.

These two hundred people were dressed in white clothes unique to the disciples of the witch sect. The spring breeze blows, fluttering like a fairy in the forest. The walking pace is strict and consistent, with the left foot rising and the right foot falling. Almost two hundred people are walking in the same pace.

He's walking so slowly!

Moreover, these more than 200 people basically can’t speak the Central Plains dialect, and they don’t dare to talk to me. They basically suffocate me to death.

"Why should I take so many people down the mountain!" Two hours ago, I drove away the other people in the hall and dragged Lao Gedan along with me.

Lao Ge waved his hand: "According to our religious rituals, the simplest trip for our Great Spirit Witch requires at least fifty disciples to clear the way. You are His Majesty the Witch King, so the formation will naturally be larger.

"Then you don't need two hundred pieces of wood to follow me! I can't understand most of what these people say, so why are you following me?

Even those people shouting from all over the mountains and plains, "Wuhuang Palace welcomes His Majesty's return", if it weren't for the moved faces, I would have thought it was a curse from the mountains.

Lao Ge almost looked at me like an idiot in reply.

"Do you understand what the tribesmen and villagers say? Without so many witch disciples testifying, who would believe that the witch king has arrived?

Although the Witch Emperor has not been an administrative monarch for hundreds of years since he settled in Xiacang, the people's respect for him has not changed at all. Without these equipped subordinates and lineup, who would have known that you were the Witch King? You would have thought that a fool from the Central Plains was here. "

Although what he said was high-sounding, when I looked at his old face with a mischievous smile, I felt that he had 200 eyeliners following him. Just send a henchman to harm me.

Lao Ge suddenly seemed to have remembered something and said: "Also, Priest Bai and Temu Erwei are going to follow.

Look, he's about to send his henchmen to harm me.

“They go to the main…”.

"Come on." I waved my hand, "Don't bother making up excuses. If your mouth is tired, my ears still want to calm down. Don't you just call me "three" after you finish the stalking? Isn't that disgusting to me?"

"You are a very suspicious person." Lao Ge shook his head at me, and then said: "But you are right, I sent them to disgust you. You came up to the mountain to threaten me to do something for you for no reason. Old man's boss, can't I still disgust you? Even if I pinch my nose and bear it, I still won't have to beg you to do it. If you can't do this position of the Witch King, just get out. .I wish I couldn’t see you anymore.”

Mudd, bitch!

"This is just one aspect. On the other hand, you are new here, you are not familiar with the disciples, and you don't understand the language. It will be difficult for you without them to command the army. Therefore, there is a great reason why I appointed them to follow the supervisory army.'

This old fried dough stick is really worthy of being a person who has lived for nearly a hundred years. He is almost a sperm when he is old. Why do I feel that there is something wrong with these reasons but I can't refute...

"Speaking of which." I tried to find an excuse to refute: "I'm just going to go down the mountain and tell people that the Witch King is back. Those hunters, villagers, and fishermen won't be frightened. After all, this is a hundred years." The missing Witch King has returned.

"of course not."

Lao Ge looked calm and answered naturally.

"The Witch King has always existed, just not in the Witch King Palace.

Facing my frown, he shrugged easily.

"His Majesty the Witch King changed his image in the world and never had a fixed form. In the hundreds of years after the death of the first generation of Witch King, the appearances of the Witch King in each generation were different. They were not related by blood to the previous Witch King. Sometimes. It's an old man, sometimes a girl, sometimes a child."

I have heard before that during the Wu Huang Dynasty, the inheritance of the throne was not based on blood. Therefore, the wizard kings of each generation are not the children of the previous wizard kings. But I don’t know the specifics.

Lao Ge showed a proud expression.

"Of course we can rely on the revelation of our witch sect to find it."

Damn it! ! Doesn’t this mean that whoever the Witch King is is just following you and yourselves and your own nonsense!!

Your shady story is too shady! Then who knew that the two generations of wizard kings are not related by blood! Maybe all your wizard kings for hundreds of years are the sons of the same family!

"Of course not." Lao Ge's eyes suddenly became deep, with an indescribable light, and there seemed to be a hint of piety in them, "His Majesty the Witch King's abilities are innate. No one can take them away. If you don’t go, and no one can learn from it. Just like the sun sets and melts into the night. But no matter how long the night is, no matter how long the cover is, the sun that rises again is still the same sun, unchanged from ancient times. The disappearance of His Highness the Witch King It's like the night, but when he appears again, his light is always as obvious as the rising sun.

All in all, the Witch King cannot be faked. ’

"Ability? Is it true that the Witch King can control the wind and rain and scatter beans into soldiers, burning elbows and freezing toads?" I touched my chin and pretended to integrate into the topic as naturally as possible.

Unexpectedly, Lao Ge immediately woke up and showed an expression like "I accidentally said too much", and then he kept an obvious warning towards me.

"Do you know what this is going to do? Let me tell you, no matter what, you are just a fake who pretended to be for three months. Isn't it because His Majesty allowed you to be for these three months?

The threat to you, a scoundrel, is too great. Tell you, no matter what you want to do, get out of here when the time comes. If you dare to stay on Wanyu Mountain for more than three months and one day, I will fight you to the death!

Damn it, is this guy so defensive? He can guard you even before my perfect words. I underestimate you.

"Can you go faster?

My thoughts returned to the present, and I called to the person behind me.

"Why make such a fuss? It's beneath your status as an emperor." Mu Wei's pretty face, unhappy, appeared in front of me. As a commander, she doesn’t have to keep a distance from me but walks a little behind me, “And most of them won’t understand if you call me.

With your attitude, do you think I have the status of an emperor?

"Losing the novel

Wood Guard, Iron Guard, and a white priest who came from nowhere were walking behind me. Besides, there is a little girl

This girl is the little dancer who talked to me in Lao Ge's bedroom last night. This little girl’s name is mutton skewers.

"It's Bannan Mucho Yangyangman!" the little girl puffed up her cheeks and corrected, "referred to as Yangyangman!"

Anyway, she is fluent in both languages ​​and talked to me yesterday, so she is not afraid of me. I pulled her next to me and started walking, acting as a translator.

But, my right-hand man is missing.

I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Second Master!!"

The sound spread for miles, but the second master never showed up.

But I still found out where this kid was through the eyes of others. He was at the end of the great procession, being carried by four disciples. This guy was wearing pajamas, a nightgown and a nightcap, and he was holding a fucking pillow, and he was sleeping soundly.

I went up and kicked him so hard that the young man woke up and shouted: "Girl, please give me some money!"

It's totally unreasonable to actually fall asleep while I'm leading the team. I, I... I really want to sleep too!!

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