Chapter 254 His Game
Seeing Zhao Changhe's surprised look, Xia Longyuan was a little bit crazy, and there was a bit of ferocity in his eyebrows: "Although you and I have different requests, it is still good for you to go home. I ask you, if you want to go back, is it right? Kneel down and beg them to send you back, or step on their face and tell them that I can leave on my own! Let me ask you again, why do you want me to come here, like a prison? "
Zhao Changhe looked at his pale hair and felt a little palpitated in his heart.
He may be a contemporary of himself, but he was thrown into this world decades ago and stirred up a unique storm of his own. No matter how he stirs up troubles, this is essentially a person who has been away from home for decades and cannot return...
Of course he doesn't seem to want to go back, nor is he a rebel. This man is an unparalleled hero who wants to trample on the world and replace it.
But although the purposes are different, the things we have to face are very similar.
Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and responded seriously: "It's the latter."
Xia Longyuan laughed: "Yes, I have the guts. I thought you didn't dare to say it!"
Zhao Changhe sighed: "It's indeed a bit difficult. I'm not as powerful as my seniors. What if lightning strikes my head?"
"They won't! People like you are rare, how can they waste it? What's more, they are not as strong as you think."
“Isn’t this strong?”
"The fall of heaven, the collapse of the era, the twilight of the gods, this is not fake. Where are the gods and Buddhas who really control the world? A group of weak old people, pretending to be gods and ghosts, what's the big deal?" Xia Longyuan sneered: "The blind man is an example. Either she is just a spirit, or her power is still sealed. I say she is a waste who can only pretend, what do you think she can do to me? "
The surroundings were quiet, with a slanting wind and drizzle. There was no movement on the gold foil in his arms, and no movement on the unknown blind man.
Zhao Changhe suddenly remembered that he accidentally grabbed the blind man's hand.
It's different from the one who grabbed Huangfuqing's hand before. Huangfuqing has a good impression and is not wary. Where is the blind man? We just met twice then.
And the self-wiping thing...
It can only prove that Xia Longyuan is right. In fact, the blind man is extremely weak.
And what Xia Longyuan meant, the blind man is just one example, there are many, many more, such as...Sword Emperor? That’s right, isn’t the Sword King a typical example of the gods and Buddhas waiting to awaken?
Xia Longyuan said that there are dry bones in a group of graves.
Of course, the so-called weakness is not something he can fight. Even Xia Longyuan was beaten until his body shook, as if he was the king.
Actually, everyone guessed that he had hidden wounds, maybe he really did...
"My declaration of war started when I destroyed the Buddha. What I destroyed was not the Buddhist temple, but the real Buddha. What can they do? There are many other similar actions." Xia Longyuan finally regained his calm demeanor and continued walking. : "When I don't want the country, the heirs, the women... I have no flaws. The Wang family, the Maitreya Sect, the Four Symbols Sect, all their actions are just like fun in my eyes."
"I understand what the senior thinks. But..." Zhao Changhe hesitated for a moment, but still asked: "Since the senior doesn't want the country, why not give it up and pass it on to a suitable person... After all..."
“You can’t stand the chaos and the dislocation of the people? Just like the beggar you pointed at at the beginning of the conversation between you and me.”
"Yes. I admire the ambition of the seniors very much, but this is the only thing...if the seniors don't want to take care of it, then leave it to those who want to take care of it. This show is not good."
Zhao Changhe's heart moved. I have this kind of situation myself...but it's not so exaggerated, it's so indifferent to the point of detachment.
—If a beggar irritates your eyes, kill him. That's not Du Zen Ji, that's the true meaning. Xia Longyuan has no interest in Du Zen Ji with Little Ant. In fact, from the beginning, Xia Longyuan was also watching other people's reality shows. In his eyes, others looked like NPCs. Whether it was the Era God Buddha or the White Tiger Saint, his thinking direction was actually the same: "I'll give it a try" and "Is there any Use ", as if the other person is not a woman, but just a test clue, a paper person.
His martial arts climbs and his sweeping movements are like playing games. Upgrade games, war games, management games. The game was boring, so I stopped playing it and started playing God and Buddha games instead.
When talking about gods and Buddhas looking down, those people are the same, Xia Longyuan is the same, they are the same people.
Only...he seemed to care a little about the daughter who might have been created by accident, as if to prove the mark of his existence in this world.
Seeing Zhao Changhe's silence, Xia Longyuan continued: "I don't want the country, but I can still use this position. I can destroy the Buddha openly and justly, I can sit back and watch Ying Wu and the others fight for an alien space, and I can watch the Wang family The Sea Tribe in the back, you can look at the Ye Emperor behind the Four Elephant Cult. I show my **** wherever I want to see the clues... If I don’t want this position, don’t I have to organize a force to do the work for me? Isn’t it like taking off my pants and farting?”
Zhao Changhe was still silent.
Xia Longyuan smiled and said: "So the throne is useful to me, and I will not give it to you, nor will I give it to Chi Chi. You carry the sword and continue to have fun. It is very interesting to watch the romances of various parties."
Zhao Changhe finally said: "I don't want it either."
Xia Longyuan said: "Then why are you so embarrassed? Do you disagree with my idea?"
“Well, although I understand this idea intellectually, I cannot agree with it emotionally.”
“Because what’s wrong with all living beings?” Xia Longyuan said with a smile, “Or is it because someone is coughing?”
"They are not NPCs... The blood flowing in the Jiangnan water town is red blood, the wind and sand blowing outside the Great Wall are white bones, the blood stained by Tang Wanzhuang's cough, and the many men who died in the Huangfu family are really just a scene in the movie?"
Xia Longyuan looked at him without saying anything. Zhao Changhe looked at each other calmly: "I admire you very much, senior, but I'm sorry, you and I have different opinions."
Xia Longyuan's lips raised a smile: "I don't want you and me to be together. Why do you think I'm telling you this?"
Zhao Changhe said: "Because my opponents are also them. You are showing me the way. Maybe you think I am too slow."
"Isn't that enough? What do you think of me? What does it have to do with me?"
…”
Xia Longyuan didn't care about his attitude at all, and threw a **** fruit casually: "It's good to know that you are slow... In fact, in the past, you were fast enough, but now that the situation is like this, this speed is not enough. I originally planned to teach him Now that I think about it, it seems unnecessary. You and I are similar on the surface, but different behind the scenes. The Liuhe Divine Technique is barely suitable, and other techniques are not suitable for you. "
Zhao Changhe took the fruit and was a little surprised: "This is it?"
"I think you are slow, so of course I have to give you a hand. This fruit nourishes blood and nourishes evil spirits, and is suitable for your blood evil skills. It was this kind of thing you were looking for when you went to Jiangnan, not those **** beads. It's a pity that your meridians That kind of problem is really a bit of a headache. I don’t have the time to help you find that thing. Your **** qualifications are a waste of my magical power. You still dare to argue in front of me. I don’t know what to say.”
“…” Zhao Changhe held the fruit and simply didn’t know what to say.
"You have your way, then do it. I also want to see what you can do." Xia Longyuan finally turned around and left leisurely: "Even if you don't like me, please come and kill me yourself."
The front is just away from the boundary of the capital, not more, not less.
(End of this chapter)