Ye Wuchou was stunned, then couldn't help laughing, and then suppressed his smile and said, "I didn't expect that the manager of the Royal Academy would be so good at this, how could I bear such a kind of love with the meager strength I have done?"

"This matter starts with the commander of the Mingyuedang Imperial Guard. Yan Laojiu and others were extremely opposed to this matter, but Mingyuedang resisted the opposition and fought against all the heroes, and decided on the matter with his own strength. It is said that the Royal Academy made a processing overnight that day, and put your statue at the entrance of the college, and supported the facade of the college in an extremely silly posture."

Ye Wuchou smiled more and more happily, but at the same time he secretly thought about it. Yan Laojiu sent someone to plot against him. He must not just forget it so easily. He didn't know if the White-faced Scholar had contacted Yan Laojiu. Whenever he imagined the surprise that the White-faced Scholar could not get down, he would comfort him.

"Although these things make people feel happy, that's all. The most important thing is the casualties of our team." Ye Wuchou slowly restrained his smile and said.

As the topic turned to this point, Lan Ruyu sighed slightly. She knew that some problems were deliberately unavoidable, although she had never thought of hiding them from Ye Wuchou - this leader with a strong sense of responsibility.

"It's okay to say in other aspects. The overall loss is not big. Our team is full of iron-blooded men with many battles and extremely strong survivability, so even if the war is cruel, it cannot destroy their steel bodies. Of course, injuries are inevitable."

"Pick the key points." Ye Wuchou's eyes immediately became sharp.

Lan Ruyu was stared at this look and felt fear. This was awe of all aspects of the superiors. She couldn't help but whisper and stammer: "Frklow, he has not yet heard from him, and we think there is a great possibility..."

"Impossible!" The powerful aura immediately overturned the tables and chairs around the ground. Seeing this, Lan Ruyu sighed slightly. She stared at the tough side face of the boy in front of her, and her eyes revealed the intoxication and nostalgia of Yanyuan Suli. She suddenly felt like the interweaving of time and space. She thought that her family had been intimate with his family for generations. The two of them were childhood sweethearts and romances. The childhood and young minds were occupied by the figure of the same heroic young man, without any gaps and no escape. But fate was not just a verbal joke, but also a cruel nature. Lan Ruyu was discouraged and escaped from the family with a deep background. She experienced the ups and downs with the two sisters. Finally, she set up camp in Lushui Town, a closed but indispensable business line, and founded the White Tiger Escort Agency until Ye Wuqiu.

I still remember the scene when I first met Ye Wuchou. She sat in the attic and wrote yellow flowers in front of the mirror, but the eternal meaning of the passing years was deeply absorbed by her eyes from Ye Wuchou's eyes. There was the reason for "him", and there was the reason for Ye Wuchou herself. In addition, the right time, place and people were the result of this first encounter, which revealed an extraordinary meaning between the lines, no matter how you look horizontally and vertically.

Although the next journey was difficult, she was happy. When she was snatched away by Qin Heng, she thought that she would just let it go in this life, and quietly find a man who is good to her, and spend the rest of her life in this remote Jingxuwudao Mansion in Hucheng. She didn't know her true thoughts, and she didn't know whether she promised Qin Heng to marry him to marry him or her true shame or a true shame for Ye Wuchou, always revealing the paleness of life. She knew that she could not forget that person in her heart, but she was also looking for liberation to get along with Ye Wuchou with the mentality of seeking liberation, and was swaying in the storm of her heart. Although she knew that using this way was a ruthless humiliation to others, she had no choice.

Now the young man has grown to this point and has become the supreme and glorious paladin, leading all the Dou Emperors to dominate the world. I believe that any white horse knight in the dream of a girl in Huaichun is just like this? But what happened to me? Some things are so stubborn and refreshed for a long time?

Lan Ruyu's eyes showed a look of pain.

But Ye Wuqiu had no idea about these details at this moment. Although Fkro had some celebrations when he and Ye Wuqiu seized the Paladin's Sword, these small and unpleasant things had long been drowned in the torrent of the lofty revolutionary sentiment. It can be said that Fkro and the generals, even more so, were like brothers and sisters in the 100-man army.

"What's going on?" Ye Wuqiu said sinisterly.

"Gremy was unable to give a reasonable explanation," Lan Ruyu frowned and said, "According to common sense, even if the masters at the peak of Douhuang disappeared, there will be traces. But Fcrolo was completely gone. Whether you observe the corpses on the battlefield with your naked eyes or use your spiritual sense to cover and explore, you cannot find Fcrolo's figure."

Lan Ruyu said this, and she was also driven into thinking by the atmosphere. She said: "If we change the direction of our thinking, if Fcrolo left by himself, what should we do?"

Walking by yourself? These words fell into Ye Wuchou's ears and immediately made him feel the chill that invaded his bone marrow, because he thought of some conditions that could make the Douhuang strong men take action.

Fantasy!

For some reason, or whether it is intentional or unintentional, the word illusion has increased significantly during Ye Wuchou's time, just like the luck accumulated over the illusion for half of his life has been full of energy today.

"Let's go!" Ye Wuchou thought for a moment and then said, contacting Bu Duanliang. I must make this master who is good at illusion to appear in a round shape!" Ye Wuchou paused and added, "By the way, I want to meet Mingyuedang, and some things have to be completed by him!"

The patrolling soldiers were intertwined in full swing without any gaps. The protective net that could not even fly over guarded Ziye City like an iron barrel. Ye Wuqiu dragged his body, which had just recovered from the serious illness. His body was not only extremely agile without any drag. The potential of the body's original body was forged by the soul of Gangyaoji Yang Sword, achieving a shocking transformation.

Get rid of the cocoon and become a butterfly and reborn in the fire! After breaking, you will establish the ninth transformation of Nirvana! Any suffering is the accumulation of success, and the equivalent change will lead to qualitative change, which is the best time to spread your wings and fly!

Ye Wuchou saw Mingyuedang at the gate of the Royal Academy. This elegant and easy-going commander was supervising the work. He saw a group of craftsmen carving the hammers carefully, completing every detail of his sculptures with quality and quantity!

When Ye Wuchou arrived, the craftsman's repair work had come to an end. He quietly watched the bright moon gently flashing his palm and rolled up the strong wind to blow away the stone foam on the sculpture. The vivid statue with a vivid appearance appeared!

The young man's tough face was filled with pride and unruly, and the sword in his hand was slashing down fiercely. Although it was fake, it seemed that he could feel the irresistible sharpness coming from it. The young man climbed the cliff, arched his body, touched the rock with his left hand to maintain balance, and the sword held in his right hand was the center of gravity of the entire sculpture. The most impressive thing was the boy's sharp eyes staring at the top of the slant, which seemed to be exploring life and death, and really immersed people's spirit in his ideals for the future and all kinds of noble beliefs.

"How do you feel?" Ming Yuedang did not look back, but he knew Ye Wuchou's arrival.

"It feels quite exaggerated in modification." Ye Wuchou looked up and down and then smiled bitterly, "It's like a legendary literary work. Exaggerated in modification and clever inheritance finally make the work separate from the real world and reach the extreme of spring and snow."

Mingyuedian shook his head and smiled, "Otherwise, it is understandable that art is superior to life, but don't forget that if there is no subject matter in reality, then even if the artist is crazy, he cannot create something beyond his own understanding out of thin air."

"How do you say this?"

"My core meaning is that you may have reached a certain state of transcendence in a specific environment, which is difficult to detect than usual, let alone self-reflection. And you, in the game of many unpredictable factors in the future, have a distant mentality. It is like touching people's hearts."

As he said this, Mingyuedang looked at the statue with satisfaction, as if he was enjoying the artwork in a non-utilitarian destination.

"In this way, it really goes beyond my expectations. The greatest comfort constraint of a person is that he can appreciate the perspective that is really limited, and he cannot analyze himself in depth and three-dimensional way. It is so regretful!" Ye Wuchou narrowed his eyes and sighed, then changed the subject and said, "By the way, I don't know whether to talk about it or not, it is about the illusion."

"Illusion?!" Ming Yuedang's tone was full of surprise. He obviously did not expect Ye Wuchou to ask this.

Ye Wuchou described how he and others were secretly attacked by paper people in the auction venue, and the chess illusion that followed the killing illusion, which was concise and concise.

"What I want to ask is that as your right-hand man next to His Majesty, you must know everything about the famous masters of Yuheng Kingdom. I want to know who wants to kill my life!" Ye Wuchou hid the clip of the artifact and instead made a vague transition.

Mingyuedian frowned slightly. After he ordered the craftsmen to rest, he walked towards the Royal Academy with Ye Wuchou.

The Royal Academy was still relatively light in the baptism of war. This represents glory in Yuheng Kingdom. The academy showed its strong side. Although the whitewashed walls became pitch black, there was no sign of falling.

"If you want to ask me about the master of illusion, I really know one." Ming Yueding browed and seemed to remember something unpleasant, "But didn't he retired from the world very early? Are he going to re-emerge?"
Chapter completed!