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Chapter 261: Guard

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    Shen Yuan was one of the first group of people to leave the White Tiger Realm.

    On the night when Han Qianling was just proclaimed as the leader, after he learned that Luo Jiujiang had woken up, he went back to Jiaotu Realm in the dark, and didn't even stay one night.

    He has always been taciturn, with a straightforward personality, and was raised by Jiaotu, who is not good at words.  The unpredictable human heart is a very distant thing to him.

    The intrigues that happened in the White Tiger Realm have to some extent rewashed his three views, making him not want to stay in this place for a day.

    It is precisely because of this that he has returned to the depths of the ninety-ninth palace at the moment when Taotie's army is suppressing the border, which also makes Jiaotu one less worry about the future.

    At this moment, Jiaotu was kneeling in the middle of the main hall with no distractions. In front of him was a strange instrument with more than 30 floors that looked like a sand table, and various formation parts and jade slips were piled up in the entire hall.

    On both sides of him are several bookshelves whose height almost touches the ceiling of the temple, and the shelves are filled with various small models and arrays.  Some things were thrown casually on the ground, and some things had already dyed the white jade floor tiles because they had been left on the ground for too long.

    However, even so, no one can move them.

    It's not because no one dares to touch Jiaotu's things, but because no one can enter the main hall belonging to Jiaotu.

    Probably every ten years or so, Shen Yuan may be allowed to enter once, to help clean up the large amount of waste that Jiaotu failed in an experiment.

    And for the rest of the time, Jiaotu stayed there silently by himself, and if there wasn't much rubbish produced, he could clean it up by himself.

    Because of this, he spent half an hour manually assembling a special instrument that can clean up experimental waste.

    Because there are too many things and they are thrown all over the floor, if ordinary people enter this palace, they will fall every five steps, stumble every time they walk, and it is almost difficult to find a place to step down.

    But for Jiaotu, although the room is quite messy, he knows exactly where the things he needs are placed.

    It seems that at this moment, he hooked his hand firmly towards a dark corner of the hall, and an unremarkable, rough wooden chess piece shaped like a thorn flew towards him and landed in his palm.

    Jiaotu rested his chin on the board in front of him with one hand, and carefully placed the wooden chess piece on a position marked with a ravine.

    In an instant, the projection of the water mirror behind him suddenly opened up, and it accurately showed a row of black barbed caltrops suddenly growing out of a certain place in the outer city.

    This row of black thorns is indestructible, grows against the wind, and has become a towering force in the blink of an eye. A string of hostile monks with dots have died on it. It can be recorded as the fiftieth unexpected event since Taotie attacked Jiaotu.  to death.

    At the same time, as if echoing, the wooden chess pieces on the sand table also leaked the color of blood accordingly.

    He has so many kinds of tricks in his hands, and his skills and means are so superb.  Logically speaking, as long as he doesn't take a step out of the trap city he personally set up for the rest of his life, maybe the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu can't do anything to him.

    If Jiaotu had the heart to transform his palace into a mustard that could move at will, then the whole world would probably be able to walk sideways.

    However, Jiaotu never intended to do so.

    There are so many people outside, and it's so chaotic, why is he going out?

    Is it because the tricks are not fun enough, or the types of formations are not enough?

    After urging the barbed caltrops to kill a group of people, Jiaotu recruited scattered wooden chess pieces from various weird places, and adjusted them against the sand table several times.

    After a while, Jiaotu inspected the pattern on the board, and felt that it was finally all right, so he sent a message to Shen Yuan not far away: [Come and try].

    The way he communicates with Shen Yuan is actually the same as what Luo Jiujiang saw in the underground palace, using things to spell out the shape of words.

    Adopting this method can not only avoid the risk of talking and communicating, but also the contact is unilateral.  It fits Jiaotu's character very well.

    Shen Yuan was not surprised by this - in fact, it would be surprising if he could receive Jiaotu's voice transmission.  After all, Jiaotu would only speak five words to him every ten years on average, which was a special privilege that was unique to him when he was a child.

    At this time, Shen Yuan was only five rooms away from Jiaotu, and the decoration in the palace was roughly the same as that of Jiaotu's main hall, except that many messy instruments were missing.

    There aren't dozens of them in this room tall enough to be intimidating.bsp;But if it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have deliberately selected a few of them to accompany him on this trip.

    Hua Yanwang raised his hand, and gently stroked the young man's forehead, as slowly as if he was stroking a dog.

    "You're the oldest of your siblings, so you should go in and check on Daddy, shouldn't you?"

    "No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die Daddy, please" The young man's face was full of tears at this time, and his originally handsome face was distorted and sticky.

    Tao Tie patted him on the head and encouraged him: "You are the boss, you have reached your age."

    Yes, he's old, so he knows what happens to his "old" brothers and sisters.

    For some unknown reason, the boy trembled and looked back. The younger brothers and sisters behind him were stiffly facing him, their eyes full of the same fear.

    The father specially selected these children to bring them out, and it really was necessary.

    "Okay, listen to me, do as I arranged You rush in, sacrifice, blow yourself up, and blow up the city. You once had a brother who did a good job in this respect"

    Hua Yanwang was only halfway through when he was interrupted by the boy shaking his teeth.

    The boy cried and asked him: "Daddy, what's my name?"

    Taotie smiled and said to him, "You are my eldest son."

    ""

    In the three thousand worlds, there are several truths related to different species, and no one has ever known the answer.

    ?How many organ formations has been researched by Jiaotu, how many musical instruments have been mastered by prison cattle, where is the mystery of Xuanwu embodied, and

    How many children does Taotie have?

    Regarding this issue, even Taotie himself didn't know.

    He raised his sons and daughters like pigs waiting to be slaughtered.  When he is old enough, he will use them as his rations, or pawns that are willing to put on his tenacity and die for him at any time.

    He didn't even count the number of his children, so how could he remember someone's name on purpose?

    He has only two children, one is called the eldest son and the other is called the eldest daughter.

    When one dies, the next one will make up for it.

    The boy couldn't disobey his father, he paused a moment before he was about to walk towards the city, and cried tremblingly: "I hate you."

    Tao Tie just laughed and said, "You shouldn't hate me, you should hate your eldest sister, if she is still by my side, you don't have to go and do things for daddy now."

    Having said that, he turned his head to look at the children beside him, and added, "It's the same with you."

    Eyes with different meanings flashed across the eyes of the silent children.

    It's hard to hate against someone who has authority, but it's obviously much easier to hate someone who isn't that far behind.

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