"immortal" Sikui Aga looked at me, and then fiddled with his beautiful long hair: "In Greece, only gods can be immortal.
In Egypt, the mummies of Pharaohs are also called immortals.
In North America, God is the eternal existence.
The only thing immortal in China is history.
What kind of immortality are you talking about?"
I smiled bitterly and covered my face with my hands.
Perhaps there is no such thing as immortality, and eternal life or immortality is just a dream.
But the reason why people can stand at the top of the biological chain is not because they have dreams.
The reason why they have dreams is that humans have created airplanes, space shuttles, and everything they want to have.
What is immortality?
Why immortality?
"Why didn't you kill me just now?"
I spoke, my tone calm.
Sikui Ajia said: "I think you are very interesting.
I like interesting people, so you survived."
"That's probably not the reason I want."
I shrugged.
"The kings of the Potala Palace have always been the strongest.
They must be the strongest and can only be the strongest.
But Lanjia Pobu is still too weak, even weaker than an ant.
He told me that he I am a friend and comrade-in-arms with you.
I probably think you can help him become stronger and ascend to the throne.
But I need to test your strength and test your strength."
Si Kui Ajia fiddled with her long hair, then raised her glasses: "Your strength is enough.
I don't need to deny this.
You are indeed very strong.
And although your size is not as wide as the sea, it is still enough."
Although I have no feelings for the Potala Palace, I am not prepared to let it be destroyed.
And if someone wants to destroy this delicate balance, I don’t mind destroying him with my own hands.
More importantly, in front of you.
When facing death, the panic in your eyes did not outweigh your calmness, which is what I want to see.”
"What" I'm a little confused.
Sikui Ajia said: "Just when I was about to kill you, I saw the calmness in your eyes, with no emotion or fear.
There is no person in this world who is not afraid of death in the true sense.
Cut your wrists People dare not look at their own blood dripping drop by drop, people who hang themselves do not dare to count the time and expect their own death, people who jump into the river do not dare to drink all the river water they can see, and poor people do not dare to do something vigorously. career" I suddenly opened my mouth, and then slowly calmed down.
Although it looked calm on the surface, my heart was already ups and downs: "Nima, I was frightened by your ultimate move and still calm.
If it weren't for Chen Jingzang Suddenly, I would have run out of the Potala Palace."
But of course I couldn't say this sentence.
I coughed twice, then looked at her, waiting for her next words.
"Human beings are fragile and small.
They do not have the physique and consciousness of wild beasts, nor the endurance and courage of plants.
They are also unable to compete with the power of nature.
Perhaps they are most afraid of being inactive, but they can barely comfort themselves that ordinary people are precious."
Sikui Ajia spoke, his voice was cold and ethereal.
"What about the test results?"
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I asked.
Si Kui Ajia said: "You are qualified for the time being.
At least you don't make me annoying.
If you are fine now, you can leave.
I want to renovate my room."
After that, Si Kui Ajia waved his hand.
Signaling for me to leave.
I raised my eyebrows and said, "Can you tell me where my friends are now?"
Sikui Ajia turned to look at me and said: "Your friends should be on the second floor now.
Their injuries are almost healed.
If you want to leave, you can leave today."
"Thanks."
I stood up from the ground and said to her.
"It's best not to disturb me when I'm thinking, and don't tell me when you leave.
I don't want to know."
Si Kui Ajia said softly, still staring at his room.
Seeing her say this, I didn't say anything more, turned around and left Sikui Ajia's room.
"In the third life after King Gesar was born, the Demon King broke out of the ground, and the flames of war burned everything in the world.
The warrior killed the dragon with a sharp sword, and crushed the Demon King's heart with his brother.
Lin Bei, are you going to save Bu?
The warrior of Dara Palace is also the devil who destroys the world."
Sikui Ajia murmured to himself and touched the window lattice, his eyes sad and broken.
"The devil slept for nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.
His brothers took nine hundred and ninety-nine years to get back his limbs and head.
It took the devil ninety-nine years to regain his strength.
It took nine years for the devil to open his eyes.
It took nine months to retrieve the weapon, and then it took nine days to conquer the world.”
"Tang Long, do you think this prophecy is true or false?"
A middle-aged man wearing a black robe stood on the top of a mountain in the strong wind.
The air was blowing his robe, and the sound of hunting was like a goshawk flying against the wind.
Nature deprived him of the right to final victory and fell to the ground to death.
Tang Long, who was holding a silver-white sword, stood behind the middle-aged man with a blank expression, and said in a calm tone: "The last prophet of the ancient Tibetans died five hundred years ago.
Tang Long does not believe that there is really a demon king in this world."
Existence, a life of ten thousand years is too absurd, Lord, don’t worry about it.”
The middle-aged man in black robe squinted his eyes and said to the wind: "If the legendary nothingness really exists, then the devil is not necessarily just ridiculous.
Its movements are getting louder and louder these days.
If it is not controlled, I’m afraid it’s already our devil.”
Tang Long said: "Yinwu and Wuyin have already gone to control, and there will be news in about a month or so.
My lord, just wait for the good news.
As for the question of nothingness, Tang Long asked his mother-in-law a few years ago, but it didn't happen.
He didn't get an accurate answer, so Tang Long couldn't help his lord."
"Hmph, an old woman who is pretending to be a ghost.
If I have free time, I will definitely kill her."
When the middle-aged man in black robe said this, anger surged on his face, and the air around him burst out even more, and the strong wind blew his The hood was lifted almost instantly, and a face full of beards and scars was revealed.
"Let's not mention this matter anymore.
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Is there any news from Lin Bei?"
The middle-aged man in black robe seemed to not want others to see his face.
He pulled up his wide hood and stood with his hands behind his back.
He stood on the top of the Kunlun Mountains, facing the pure white Potala Palace.
"Not yet.
All the spies we sent died within one day.
I don't know who it was, but everyone who was close to the Potala Palace disappeared.
Currently I am considering whether to send out personal guards.
If With the master's permission, Lin Bei and the Potala Palace will all disappear from this world within three days," Tang Long said with a cold face.
He was like a machine, without emotions or expressions.
"You still underestimate him too much, but let's just leave it as it is.
After all, he and I have a karmic relationship.
His survival until the last moment will be beneficial to me.
Also, what do you think about Chen Jingzang?
Have you reported it to Madam?"
In the black robe The young man said aloud.
Tang Long said: "Madam seems to have known about Chen Jingzang a long time ago, but she didn't say anything.
Now she has left Tibet with the woman in white.
Because Madam asked Tang Long not to send anyone to follow, Tang Long did not follow Madam."
The middle-aged man in black robe nodded: "You are right.
Handan never likes others to have too much influence on her affairs.
Now that she already knows, then she must have her own plan, let her Go.
As for the tomb of the kings, I don’t know what tricks Chen Jingzang played, but how could I miss such an important thing. " "Tang Long has always believed that the master will realize his dream sooner or later.
As for Chen Jingzang, a dead man, Tang Long feels that there is nothing to worry about.
If the master hadn't been the master, Tang Long is confident that he can kill him within a hundred moves."
The middle-aged man in black robe laughed a few times, and then said: "Chen Jingzang is still useful.
We would go to the tombs of the kings without him.
But if he wants to use me as a gun, Chen Jingzang will most likely be injured first.
Although I am not a member of the royal family, We are a single family, but if anyone wants to make me bow down, he must first make plans to let me bite off a piece of meat.
By the way, if you have time, go and take the key back from Lin Bei's hand.
Put that thing in his hand.
It’s been there for a long time, it’s time to get it back.”
The middle-aged man in black robe opened his hands, and the dark mist spread from his shoulders to his palms.
The ink-like color made people's hair stand on end.
If you look carefully, you can even find that in fact, this dark mist is as black as ink.
The mist turned out to be screaming souls At this time, these souls were lying on the arms of the middle-aged man in black robes, slowly squirming.
"In order to achieve that dream, I have been preparing for more than ten years.
I only allow myself to succeed.
Tang Long, you must do everything I tell you personally, and you must not make any mistakes.
Now that we have reached this point, I don't want to end up like this."
As for the madam who lost everything, don't mention it to anyone.
Just remember that she is still the madam you know."
The middle-aged man in black robe raised his head and said to the dull Tang Long behind him.
Tang Long nodded without saying a word.
"Lin Bei, Chen Jingzang, Agamemnon, Lanjia, Donghuang, Caesar, please wait one by one.
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Sooner or later, I will make the whole world look at me and my royal family with admiration, hahahaha."
The wild and bold laughter spread wantonly throughout the Kunlun Mountains, like a beacon of smoke directed at the world.
"It took ninety-nine years for the Demon King to regain his power, nine years to open his eyes, nine months to retrieve his weapons, and nine days to conquer the world.
The Demon King came from nothingness.
I'm really looking forward to it."
In the air, a group of black mist slowly dissipated, and the quiet sound gradually dissipated like a piece of piano music
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