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Chapter 872 This Loli Has a Bit of a Chest (Win an iPad)

Stepping into Blackflame City, the entire city was shrouded in a faint smell of sulfur and scorched earth.

Qiu Tu entered from the north gate, looking around as he walked: the buildings on both sides of the street were rugged and ferocious, and many walls still had deep grooves left by weapons, telling of the abundant martial virtue of the "Destroyer of the Royal Court".

Although Zhao Ji had never been to Blackflame City, she could distinguish east from west and north from south.

So she opened her eyes in the "Punishment God Realm," her golden eyes reflecting the oppressive street scene outside, and asked in a cool voice, "Didn't Old Smoker agree to meet you at the East Gate?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu smiled, and his voice, conveying a sense of confidence and composure, entered Zhao Ji's mind directly through the mental link. "Yes."

"But in the 'Destroy the Royal City,' it's best to proceed with caution."

"She told me to enter from the east gate. If she has set up an ambush there, wouldn't we be walking into a trap?"

Zhao Ji was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

She has always been straightforward in her actions, and she tackles everything with a single, decisive blow, so she never thinks about complicated matters.

Qiu Tu was the second person she met who had deep-seated inner conflicts.

At first, she actually disliked people who liked to calculate everything.

But over the years, she gradually discovered that having someone like Qiu Tu around her made the world seem much simpler, so she slowly accepted it.

Just like when Qiu Tu sent the Dark Soldiers to make contact, and just like Qiu Tu's current caution, both clearly help to avoid a great deal of risk.

Although Zhao Ji was arrogant and looked down on everyone, she was not a reckless person: she could have avoided the battle, but she still insisted on fighting.

Wouldn't it be better for her to use that time to cultivate herself more?

Thinking this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but glance at Qiu Tu, feeling incredibly at ease and relaxed.

She doesn't know when it started, but she seems to have come to like the feeling of having someone make decisions for her or stand in her way when things happen.

And then she thought back to when she first met Qiu Tu, how weak and vulnerable he looked.

For some reason, Zhao Ji couldn't help but think of a term from the human world that La Ri Luo had mentioned to her: "raising system".

In a way, I'm also nurturing Qiu Tu.
However, what Zhao Ji didn't know was that when La Ri Luo explained this concept to her, she deliberately omitted a suffix.
So, at this moment, she was thinking blankly while gazing outside.

Watching Qiu Tu stroll through Blackflame City as if taking a leisurely walk, she said in a cool tone, "So, are you planning to send the Dark Soldiers to the East Gate to check the cipher?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu replied nonchalantly, "Of course. But... we don't necessarily have to go to the East Gate."

"It's not necessarily the East Gate?" Qiu Tu's answer clearly puzzled Zhao Ji.

She asked, "If we don't go to the East Gate, where should we go?"

Qiu Tu pointed ahead, "There."

Perhaps sensing that Zhao Ji didn't understand, he smiled and explained, "I don't completely trust 'Old Smoker' yet. I think 'Old Smoker' can probably guess that I don't completely trust her either."

"So, if I were her, I would deliberately set up a signal in the direction I might enter, to give me a hard time: she guessed that I didn't trust her, and she guessed which way I would go."

Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, Zhao Ji's expression remained unchanged, but a series of questions arose in her mind.

Is this the world of people who use their brains?
Although she was filled with confusion, she maintained her composure perfectly. She paused for two seconds, then calmly asked the question that had been nagging at her.
"But how could she have guessed that you would go through the north gate?"

Qiu Tu seemed to have been waiting for her to ask this question, so he smiled and said, "It's simple. She doesn't need to know that I'll be going through the north gate."

"She only needs to leave coded messages in each of the four directions of Blackflame City."

"If it were me, I would be even more careful to leave trigger codes."

"Once one code is triggered, the other codes will automatically disappear."

"That way, even if others later guess that I used this method and try to verify it, they won't find anything unusual."

Zeki:
To be honest, seeing how confident Qiu Tu was, Zhao Ji was a little curious whether the "old smoker" was really as Qiu Tu thought.

And then, at that very moment...

Qiu Tu paused, and Zhao Ji, sensing something, switched her perspective to the "dark soldier" scouting ahead.

The next second, she saw the dark soldier stop at a broken low wall. The wall was made of black volcanic rock and covered with withered vines. In the shadow of the vines, a nearly imperceptible symbol consisting of three scratches was clearly visible.

During this time, Zhao Ji had been following Qiu Tu to check the codes. Although she couldn't understand the specific meaning of the "Temple of Order" code, she could roughly tell whether it was a code or not.

So, when she discovered that there really was the "old smoker's" signal ahead, just as Qiu Tu had said, Zhao Ji had only one thought in her mind: Indeed, those who fight with their brains are the dirtiest.
And so, while chatting with Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu followed the coded message and soon arrived at the place where he was to meet "Old Smoker".

To Qiu Tu's surprise, it turned out to be a dilapidated bar with a sign that read: Night Tide.

However, despite its dilapidated state, the bar was quite popular with customers.

Just standing outside the bar, you can hear the clinking of glasses, the noise of drinking games, and the commotion of drunks coming from inside.

Upon seeing this scene, Qiu Tu still did not go in on his own initiative, but instead sent the dark soldiers in to infiltrate.

As soon as I entered the bar, I was greeted by loud noise and drumbeats. The air was thick with the smells of alcohol, sweat, and cheap women's perfume.

Qiu Tu controlled the dark soldiers to observe the surrounding scene and quickly locked onto the bar.

Upon reaching the bar, the dark soldier sat down in a dirty chair, snapped his fingers, and said, "A drink, please."

A bartender with a cigarette dangling from his lips turned around from behind the bar, his eyes lazily fixed on the dark soldier, and asked, "What kind of drink would you like?"

Qiu Tu's gaze lingered on the cigarette in the bartender's mouth for a moment, then he controlled the dark soldiers and said in a low voice, "I want a little sunset, a bit of loneliness, and eight parts longing."

Hearing the dark soldier's words, the bartender, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked down at the dark soldier and gave a mocking smile, "What are you babbling about?"

"If you want to drink, then drink; if you don't, then get out."

"What kind of artistic nonsense is this!"

Upon hearing his words, Qiu Tu, who was controlling the operation from the outside, was slightly taken aback.

'Hmm? The code isn't right?'

Just as he was thinking this, Qiu Tu suddenly felt a chill and controlled the dark soldier to turn around quickly, glancing around the entire bar. He then discovered that the once lively and noisy bar seemed to have stopped in time; everything had frozen in place.

'what happened? ’

Just as Qiu Tu was thinking this, the patrons in the bar slowly and stiffly turned their heads to look at the dark soldier, their eyes bloodshot.

The next second, Qiu Tu suddenly felt a chill on the top of his head.

He quickly directed the dark soldiers to look upwards.

As a result, he saw an orange-red vertical pupil occupy the entire top of the bar, coldly staring at him like a creator.

'If even one eye is tall enough to reach the sky, how big must that beast be?'

Qiu Tu only had time to have this thought in his mind before the entire space shattered in the next second. This dark soldier, who was clearly a fourth-level god king, was not even able to react in that instant and was swept into a spacetime vortex!
At this moment, Qiu Tu, who was outside the bar, couldn't help but suddenly switch his perspective and look at the bar not far away.

But at this time, where are the lively bars?

That was clearly just an ordinary corner of the city wall.
"Illusion or a divine technique related to time and space?"

Upon hearing Qiu Tu's question, Zhao Ji, who had been watching the Dark Soldier's perspective the whole time, remained silent for a second before saying with a serious expression, "A time-space divine skill."

After answering Qiu Tu's question, Zhao Ji gave her own assessment in a cool and aloof manner: "Very strong."

Zhao Ji is a very arrogant person. There are very few people in this world who can be looked at seriously by her, let alone those who can withstand her evaluation of being "very strong".

Therefore, when she says "very strong," it means that the person is indeed quite strong.

Thinking this through, Qiu Tu coughed twice just to be on the safe side, and then tentatively said, "Although this person does seem very strong, he seems to be far inferior to Sister Zhao Ji."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji's expression didn't even change.

She said calmly, "Although killing her is a bit difficult, it's just a matter of using a few more sword strikes."

Hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu breathed a sigh of relief, having a rough idea of ​​the range of "Old Smoker's" strength.

She should be slightly stronger than the current Zhao Ji. But the gap isn't significant.

Therefore, whether it's myself or Zhao Ji, it's still possible to kill her even if it means suffering serious injuries or paying a heavy price.

With that thought in mind, Qiu Tu completely relaxed.

He shifted his focus back to the dark soldiers.

Meanwhile, the dark soldiers had arrived at an antique-style room.

At this moment, the room was filled with the melodious sounds of traditional Chinese string and wind instruments.

In the center of the room was a long table, behind which was a tall chair. A petite figure sat on the chair, her back to the dark soldier, smoking a long pipe.

The pipe seemed to be made of a special material, from which wisps of smoke drifted out, sometimes turning into fluffy balls, sometimes into clouds, and sometimes into cats, looking incredibly lifelike.

Qiu Tu sensed the location of the dark soldiers; they were still in Blackflame City, but had been moved to the west.

After confirming the location, Qiu Tu looked at the petite figure and asked, "Old Smoker?"

Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, the tall chair behind the table slowly turned around, and the petite figure with a pipe in her mouth slowly appeared in front of Qiu Tu.

She had a small, oval face, large, mischievous eyes, and a silver mask on her head, which added to her beauty.

She wasn't tall, but she had excellent proportions: long legs, a slim waist, and a slender figure.

She looked to be only a teenager, a little girl, but she exuded a captivating and alluring charm. Combined with the pipe she held in her hand, this gave her an air of danger.

To be honest, the appearance of the old smoker was indeed a bit beyond Qiu Tu's expectations.

However, for Qiu Tu, any woman is like having a "specialized attack buff".

So he pretended to carefully examine the little girl's face, then deliberately stepped forward and said, "May I see your hand?"

Perhaps not expecting that Qiu Tu, upon first meeting, wouldn't discuss business but instead wanted to see her hands, the little girl squinted, smiling, and extended her delicate white hand, wanting to see what Qiu Tu was planning to do.

As a result, Qiu Tu took her hand, examined it carefully for a long time, touched it, and then said, "Excuse my bluntness."

"Smoking God King, you'll have endless romantic encounters in this life, so you'd better be careful."

Hearing Qiu Tu's words, the little girl withdrew her hand, looked up at Qiu Tu with interest, then put her legs on the table and asked, "What? Can the Special Envoy also make predictions?"

Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu shook his head and said, "No, that's not it. I just knew you would bring disaster to the country and its people just by looking at your face."

"As for palm reading, I just wanted to touch your hand."

"Hehehe." Hearing Qiu Tu's shameless words, the little girl laughed so hard she almost fell over.

The pipe in her hand trembled.

After laughing, the little girl crossed her legs, sized up Qiu Tu, and said, "God King Qiu Tu, even if you want to flirt with me, at least show your true form, right?"

“I have revealed my true form to you, but you are hiding it. That is not sincere enough.”

To be honest, Qiu Tu was a little surprised that the old smoker could guess that the special envoy was him.

However, he is also an honest and straightforward person.

He had just taken the little girl's hand not to take advantage of her, but to confirm whether the person in front of him was the real person and what his true strength was.

So after confirming that the little girl was indeed a "heavy smoker," Qiu Tu no longer hesitated.

He switched places with the dark soldier and went directly to the little girl whose codename, appearance, and personality were completely inconsistent.
After all, who can blame her for having a bit of a chest and being a bit fierce?
When she realized that it was indeed Qiu Tu standing in front of her, the little girl took a deep drag of her long, arm-length pipe, blew a smoke ring at Qiu Tu, and then said with a coquettish smile, "It really is you, Special Envoy Qiu Tu."

Hearing the little girl's words, Qiu Tu smiled and said, "I'm a little surprised that 'Old Smoker' is you, Cloud Cat God King."

Hearing Qiu Tu's words, the little girl smiled, revealing a mischievous smile like a cat's. "Why can't it be me?"

"Because of my deeds?"
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