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Text Chapter 507 People who are not from my race must have different hearts

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    As soon as Mo Lewen walked in, he seemed to have no intention of talking properly, which Xiang Yu didn't understand.  If Mo Lewen had really guessed that the teacher behind Mu Yuehai was a dragon, such behavior would be too radical. He seemed to have come with the intention of irritating his opponent.  Annoying an Eight Tribesman seems not to be a wise thing for Melewen, who only places his soul in the human body of Tiejintai, even if the Eight Tribesmen have suffered from old wounds.  Suffering from the curse, he is also trapped in a human body.  "Jia Luo!" Along with the two words Mo Lewen, another loud noise exploded in Fengren Juli, like a thunder on the ground, and the raging energy quickly spread out in all directions with the young man as the center, and ten  A Category 2 typhoon swept through the entire hall, and it was like a tide of terrifying beasts that occasionally appeared in the wasteland outside the Eastern Imperial Capital, overturning and crushing everything.  All the furniture and furnishings in the hall were piled in the corners in a mess. The table in the middle was the first to be blown into flying sawdust. A two-person figure appeared on the hard floor tiles where Melewen was sitting.  A pit with a diameter of 1 meter and a depth of half a foot!  The masonry cracked in a radial pattern, with spider web shapes all around, and the black soil under the floor tiles could even be seen rising up in the middle.  Even Xiang Yu and Mu Yuehai were greatly affected by the impact. The strong wind hit their faces like a knife, with a vague aura that Fatty was familiar with.  Anti-space impact!  Just now, the young man who seemed unwilling to hear Melewen say his name just waved his hand, and a gap opened in the void above Melewen's head, and the violent and turbulent flow of particles in the counterspace was like a flood at the gate.  Falling from the sky, the astonishing scene just now appeared.  It can tear the space when raising his hands. This Galo should be regarded as one of the bad temper in the eight people.  Wei seemed to be alarmed, with a hint of surprise in her voice, "Gaara?! The one who disappeared the longest among the Eight Tribes. It is said that he had a fight with the Night Fury because of something, and then there was no news again.  " "It feels bad to be blown up, right?" Xiang Yu smiled bitterly, "Isn't it too late to give me a make-up lesson?" "You still have the intention to make a joke. You can see for yourself, he is already using his exclusive weapon."  "Where Melewen was sitting, a "hole" was opened in the air two meters above the ground. The anti-space crack did not disappear after releasing the particle impact, but instead looked like a gray vertical tree without any life.  Hitomi, standing in front of everyone.  An extremely powerful sense of pressure was released from the gap in the space. Invisible wind pressure spread out from Fengren Juli. The apricot forest within a few dozen meters was affected. The crown of the tree tilted outward and the branches and leaves rustled.  Noisy, as if trying to avoid it.  Something is about to cross the barriers of time and space and appear in this world.  Exclusive weapons Even in the Dragon Clan, this is the supreme honor that only the Eight Tribes can possess.  There are eight tribes and eight exclusive weapons. Except for the Night Fury's Night Armor, which is an all-round offensive and defensive weapon, the other seven are all weapons.  Even in the information passed by Wei, there is no record of the other seven weapons. Only their names are heard, but their names are not seen.  Mo Lewen didn't know what method he used to avoid the attack that just fell from the sky like a divine punishment. He appeared a few meters away. The extraordinary quality brocade clothes on his body were somewhat damaged, and his neat hair was also a lot messy.  , the most important thing is that there is a slowly spreading blood line at the corner of his mouth.  It was not that he was unscathed. Even Melewen was inevitably injured when he avoided this anti-space impact without warning.  But there was an excited smile on his face, and he wiped the corners of his mouth disapprovingly. Looking at the bright red thread on the joints on the back of his hands, the blazing light in his eyes became even more intense, "It's amazing. He is worthy of being a veteran of the Dragon Clan with exclusive weapons, 'Wu Shuang Hua'"  , if I remember correctly, it should be her name, right? " "You know a lot, why don't you come out of this body and face me openly?" The young Jialuo was not moved at all, the gray in the void was  The twisting speed of the vertical pupil is accelerating, and the thing inside is about to appear.  "My identity is more meaningful when it comes from other people's mouths. I haven't reported my family status for many years." Melewen shook his head gently, with a look of pity on his face, "It's really  I want to see Wushuanghua's peerless elegance with my own eyes, but it's a pity that Tie Jintai can't die yet because of the curse. Even the speed of summoning his own exclusive weapons has been slowed down. I fought with Ye Di for three full days in the counter space.  The young Jia Luo is no longer what he used to be. Alas" After sighing quietly, Mo Lewen ignored the blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth again and walked away.  The opponent finally retreated.  ? ? in the voidThe eyes slowly disappeared, the pressure dissipated, and the surrounding large apricot forest returned to its original appearance. Another sigh came, this time it was Jia Luo.  "Since he said that, some of you should know his origins, right?" The slightly tired young man glanced at the hall that seemed to have been ransacked. He couldn't find any intact tables and chairs, so he simply sat down.  On the ground, looking directly at Xiang Yu.  Although I am talking about you, this sentence is obviously meant for Xiang Yu alone.  The fat man smiled awkwardly, followed suit, picked a complete floor tile and sat down, and said, "Molewen is the leader of the Night Fury clan, but he places his soul on the eldest prince, so I don't care either.  How can I say that?" As he said that, the fat man looked at Mu Yuehai again, his face full of apology, as if he was saying I'm sorry, brother-in-law, for not telling you these things.  The young man smiled and said, "I'm quite smart. I know how to use this method to evade the dragon clan's interaction with each other, but it's also a dangerous situation. Unfortunately, my strength is not as strong as before, otherwise I wouldn't have just made him vomit two mouthfuls of blood." Fatty  He glanced at the position of the gray vertical pupil in mid-air and asked curiously, "Wushuanghua? Is this the name of your weapon?" The young man kept his eyes on Xiang Yu and asked back, "Yesterday, something happened in Qingcheng.  Is it you who caused the fluctuations in the Di War Armor?" The fat man hesitated for a second and nodded honestly.  Although Jialuo in front of me still looks like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, the Eight Tribes are the Eight Tribes after all. Once bitten by a snake, they will be afraid of straw ropes for ten years. They have eaten Pulao next to the fish-man town. No, it should be  After Gandharva's loss, the fat man had already learned to keep a low profile when he should.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­?? Being shenanigans in front of a member of the Eight Tribes of the Dragon Tribe who has lived for who knows how many years and has been able to fight the Night Furies in the counter-space for three years? It¡¯s like lighting a lamp in the toilet and looking for death,¡± he said.  A complicated look flashed in Jialuo's slender Danfeng eyes, and the fat man suddenly realized that this man in front of him still holds a grudge. His father's debt is paid by his son, and the old man's armor is now in his hands. Could it be that this man in front of him still holds a grudge?  Brother Jialuo wants me to take the blame for Yesha?  A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out all over his body. The fat man felt a little uncomfortable on his face. The young man seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He chuckled and said, "Don't think too much. If you live for a long time, you will inevitably feel that things are different. You are old.  You will also know. " His face is obviously that of a teenager, but his youthfulness has not faded, but his words are old-fashioned and full of regrets. This strong contrast would definitely make the fat man laugh out loud if it were not for the fact that the eight tribesmen were at the bottom.  Come.  But not only did he not dare to laugh now, he even felt a little flattered. The thought of being a fool on Chunfeng Street and not taking advantage of it once again occupied his central nervous system.  "Ahem, I want to ask, this curse on you must have been there for a long time, why can't it be removed? You have accumulated tens of thousands of apricot trees to treat diseases and save people. God shouldn't do this to you in terms of rewards.  "Ah." "You want to know when I can help you deal with Mo Lewen?" "Uh" The fat man was a little speechless. He didn't know if this was called a slap in the face.  The young man smiled faintly, "I was plotted by the Night Fury back then. The two of them entered a human body in the form of souls, gave up the powerful body of the dragon, and then had a showdown in the counter-space. Originally, it was just because of their different ideas. Who knew he would actually come out?  It was a dirty trick. Although the human body he chose was ordinary, he hid his backhand in the counter-space. I was infected by the dragon clan's secret technique, and my soul was forever trapped in this randomly selected body. " Speaking of this, he seemed to think of the past.  Looking back a little unbearably, the wry smile seemed to the fat man to be exactly the same as his apprentice, "The Night Fury said that my Wushuanghua is a life-killing sword. If I kill a lot of people, I have to use my life to make up for it. He forced me to promise to save 100,000 lives."  Pull out the Wushuanghua again. The day I pull out the Wushuanghua is the day I can leave this body." Fatty felt a little panicked after hearing this, "Wait a minute, weren't you just about to summon a weapon from the counterspace?  , don¡¯t tell me that you are actually trying to scare Mo Lewen.¡± The young man smiled even more bitterly, ¡°I have been anonymous for so long, and I asked Aren to deal with people for me. What do you think?¡±  Isn't it half summoned? Will it fail in the end?" The young man shook his head, "No, I can use Wushuang Hua at any time, but once I use her, I will be trapped in this body forever.  I want to kill my murderous intention, and use the vitality of a hundred thousand people to completely drive away the evil spirit of Wushuanghua's killing sword." "This" Fatty was speechless. The thoughts of the dragon clan bosses are really not what humans can do.  Understand, with an extremely long life as the basis, you will not take the astronomical number of 100,000 seriously.  An ordinary doctor will only see one cold every day in his life.A person works all year round, and even after fifty years of practicing medicine, he can see numbers that are less than 20,000. However, Jialuo's method of saving people, which requires life and death, is not very difficult, and there are not so many difficulties and complications.  People with symptoms come to you.  Mu Yuehai spent two years of time and energy, and Fatty finally understood why the young man disappeared from the dragon clan's sight for such a long time.  The old guy's ability to force people to swear is really incredible!  Mu Yuehai had been listening quietly, and then she couldn't help but interjected, "If the teacher's sword used to be a killing sword, then your medical skills" The young man's answer almost made the fat man fall to the sky.  "I learned it later." No wonder everyone in the world wants to live forever. Having time is almost equal to having everything. Even if you didn't even know herbal medicine before and only knew how to kill, you can still learn to be a skillful and kind-hearted person as time goes by.  Medical license.  The fat man secretly complained a lot, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of envy in his heart. If I could have a lifespan like the Dragon Clan, wouldn't it mean that I would be number one in all three hundred and sixty years?  The fat man was troublesome and asked him: "I just want to ask, is there anything you can't cure?" "It used to be a lot, but then it became less." "What about now?" "Ninety percent." Xiang Yu and Mu Yuehai looked at each other.  , the meanings of eyes are different.  Mu Yuehai felt that he was lucky, and if he had met Jia Luo in the past, he might not have the Qingcheng Sword Master now; while Xiang Yu lamented that there were too many weird diseases in the world, and Jia Luo was like this.  I don¡¯t know that even those who have been practicing medicine for hundreds of years cannot cure all diseases.  While the three of them were talking, the medicine warehouse door was pushed open again. Dong Fengren came out with a surprised look on his face and saw the three of them sitting on the floor. Nothing in the hall was intact, and it was as messy as if a tornado had just blown over. Zhang  He kept his mouth shut and said nothing for a long time.  Even the specially-made iron gate of the medicine warehouse could not block the power of Jialuo's sword-drawing summons just now.  "What's going on? I've only been in for a few minutes." The young man glanced at the one-armed middle-aged man and smiled lightly, "Ren, there's no need to be busy preparing medicine, we have to move again." The fat man looked at the one-armed middle-aged man now.  He was quite happy, pretending to be a medical saint, not to mention quite intolerable. At least Xing Linli's words really frightened him, so he gave him a thumbs up gesture from a distance.  Dong Fengren is not stupid. He knew that the matter had been exposed just now when the young man spoke and asked him to avoid it. However, he did not expect that the change would come so quickly. When he turned around, another earth-shaking event happened behind him.  Shaking his head and sighing, Dong Fenren silently turned around to pack his things. In his memory, a similar thing happened once more than ten years ago, but that time it was a woman.  Mu Yuehai guessed what might happen next, but she was still a little reluctant, "Are you really going to leave?" The young man glanced at him and said helplessly, "I thought that one day you would eventually discover the truth of the matter, but  I never thought it would be like this." The fat man sighed on the side, "Molewen will not let it go. Maybe his purpose of coming here is to force you to reveal your identity. Now that he is injured and left, he has already committed this crime.  It depends on how he acts." He said with a rather embarrassed look on his face, and said to the young man: "I didn't expect that he used me to come to you just to cut off Mu Yuehai.  The last resort." The young man shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you. Without you, he would still use other methods to force Xiao Hai to come to me. He probably doesn't want me to become an uncontrolled pawn in the chess game he has been planning for a long time.  "Okay." The fat man thought for a while and asked, "You heard it too. He clearly wants to assassinate the current emperor, but I still can't figure out why he would be so arrogant and directly admit his purpose." The young man pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe.  He only does this to those of us who have secrets. You can imagine that even if we come forward to expose him, our identities have already destined that not many people will believe our words, so he is sure about this.  Just make it clear and force us to express our position. If I am not wrong, I am afraid that the medical sage Dong Fengnen has been labeled as someone who is not of my race, and he is just waiting for the right time to tell the world. "  "Then you can choose not to leave." Fatty rarely encounters a strong man who can make Mo Lewen vomit blood with just the power of drawing a sword. Although he is cursed, after all, he is Jialuo, one of the eight tribes of the Dragon Clan. If that  The handle Wushuanghua was really pulled out of the void, and he didn't know what an earth-shattering blow it would be.  The young man shook his head again and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I know you really want me to be your ally, but after being a doctor for so long, my desire to kill has really faded a lot. The Night Fury has already  After being dead for many years, I must always make the promise to himAfter you finish your work, give him an explanation.  Even in the ancient earth era you are talking about, I didn¡¯t have much interest in participating in these battles for imperial power in the human world. This should be the biggest difference between me and Gandharvas and Night Furies" "You were then  No avatar on earth?  Isn¡¯t Dong Feng, The Man in the Apricot Grove, the story you left behind at that time?  "The fat man couldn't help but ask. You must know that during those five thousand years, the ancient earth was almost the favorite playground of the avatars of the Dragon Clan. All kinds of role-playing, all-powerful dynasties and dynasties were changed in just a thought.  Is this a special case? Others like to be emperors and strong men, but he can only study medicine to save people because of a certain promise. The young man looked at the apricot forest outside and seemed to be lost in reminiscing about the past. After a while, he said,  "After Dong Feng, I did have a clone who left a story. Maybe you have heard of that name.  "    "who?  "The fat man's heart suddenly became full of gossip, and he came closer to ask. A glimmer of light flashed in the long and slender red phoenix eyes. The young man did not say his name, but just recited a five-character sentence casually. "Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles.  .  "
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