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Chapter 875 The Star River in This World Is Brilliant, Great Contest!

The imperial palace in Tianjing City was almost empty. The jade-white royal road leading to the Taiji Palace was spotless, and there was a thick tree every fifty steps on both sides. out of breath.

Li Sheng, who was wearing a dark python suit, walked quickly through the palace.

Did not enter the Tai Chi Palace, but stopped at a side hall.

This is the ancestral hall of the Daqin royal family.

The ancestors of the great Qin royal family in all dynasties, from the Duke of Qin to the King of Qin and the Emperor of Qin, all had tablets here, and they were enshrined and sacrificed by their descendants. Except here, there are also ancestral halls left on Mount Tai. Emperors of later generations who have achieved merits enough to enshrine Zen will go to Mount Tai to offer sacrifices to their ancestors.

The door of Qin Temple was not closed, and a ray of warm light poured out from inside.

Obviously someone was inside, Li Sheng stood outside with his hands down, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, Old General Li is in command of all ministries in Tianjing, and has temporarily blocked the attack of Heaven and Man."

There was a humming sound from the ancestral hall, but the people inside did not come out.

The emperor is sitting on the futon, the dragon robe on his body has been changed, he is wearing a thick black coat with wide sleeves, the cuffs are bordered with simple dragon and sparrow patterns, a jade crown on his head, sitting with his eyes closed, and a simple big Qin Kuan The sword was placed in front of him, and the sword body was decorated with interlaced lattice patterns.

Under the candlelight, the edge of the blade shone with a cold light.

Candles burn quietly on bronze lamp holders.

The interior space of the ancestral hall is extremely high, apparently a bit empty and cold, the sandalwood shelves are covered with a faint fragrance, and covered with a layer of golden dragon-patterned silk cloth. There are five floors in total. Black tablets are arranged on the wooden shelves. Smoke was lit in the bronze animal furnace in front of the tablet, and the smoke curled up, hazy, as if there were pairs of cold eyes behind the tablet looking at the emperor sitting below.

As if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

After a while, the candle on the bronze lamp holder was half burned, and there were soft footsteps outside again, and Li Sheng's voice came, saying:
"Your Majesty, Kunlun has appeared."

This time, the emperor opened his eyes. There was a sharp look in his eyes, but there was also a kind of calm peace. He stood up, dressed in the clothes of the king of Qin 500 years ago, holding the sword in his right hand, and looked at the sword on the wooden frame. Tablet, said slowly:

"Duke Mu, Duke Lie, Duke Wen, King Wu, King Cheng..."

He read out the ancestors of Daqin one by one, his voice was low and slow, and he looked at the tablets with his eyes, as if he was looking at the kings of the old Qin people in the past. He finally paused and read out the title of Emperor Xuanwu. He was deeply moved. Taking a breath, he raised his hand to salute solemnly, then turned around and strode out.

All the way to the Temple of Heaven where ancestors and heaven were worshipped.

Different from the past, this altar for offering sacrifices to the ancestors and the sky is now only two people, he and Li Sheng. The sky is dark and cloudy, and under the darkness, it is even more empty. The jade-white altar stands in the middle of the sky and the earth. , wearing a black robe and a jade crown, the king with a sword stood in the center of the Temple of Heaven.

Standing here, the emperor thought of the scholar back then. The scholar was drinking at that time, drunk and said that although he made such a layout for him, he hoped that such a backhand would never be activated. The king is dedicated to the country by the people. The blood sacrifice, but the scholar said that he himself did not want to see him down there so early.

He remembered that standing next to the scholar, the girl who could drink and knock down the head of the Eighteenth Route Cavalry without changing her expression was a good man who could drink spirits as water, but in the end she drank all over the floor, Yang Jinxian Holding the wine jar, he moved it under the table, snoring loudly.

And that girl drank the 30-year-old wine like drinking white water, without even a trace of blush on her face. With the smell of alcohol, when she opened her mouth, it was such a magnificent scene.

It's a pity that he has only seen such a courage, such a scholar and a young girl...

The emperor with snow-white temples smiled lightly.

"Tiance, Ning Xin..."

"I'm here for the appointment."

The ancient sword in his hand was stuck upside down.

The jade pendant on the emperor's waist, which contained the secret of heaven, shattered, like the armor on the back of a black turtle, and fell piece by piece on the Temple of Heaven, which was once stained with the blood of heaven and man. Upstream.

The emperor spoke slowly.

………………

"Go in, let me go in!"

The man with a scar on his face was full of rage, and he pushed the woman and the child into the room at once, and then ignored the loud clatter inside, and closed the door with a click, and then summoned up all his strength, and pushed the door next to him. The big water tank came over and blocked the door.

The man gasped and nearly collapsed.

Shouts came from the house: "What are you doing? You open the door! Open the door!"

The wooden door slammed loudly.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, stretched out his hand and grabbed a knife, and turned his back to the gate. The man who was afraid of guilt in the past grinned and shouted loudly:
"The money I secretly hid from work is in the third brick from the right of the stove. I didn't spend a single penny, just, I just hid some money, and I know what's going on."

"son."

"From now on, listen to your mother."

The sound of knocking on the wooden door stopped abruptly, and a woman's heart-piercing cry came:
"Fuzi, come back to me, what are you going to do?! I can't beat you to death!"

The man grinned, wiped his face indiscriminately, and walked out of the door holding the dark knife handle.

Every man in Daqin has a Qindao, at least one, which may have been taken over from his father, may have been used by his grandfather, or may have been used by his great-grandfather.

A man should always have a knife.

Qin Dao.

So that when someone wants to ruin all your life, instead of begging for mercy with gold and silver on your knees and watching your kids and wives be bullied by them, you can hold this knife like you hold dignity , cursing viciously and slashing at the opponent's neck.

The man goes out the door.

He saw more men came out of the gate and rushed to the street. Their strength was not enough to fight against the enemies from the sky, but this did not mean that they would tremble and hide like frightened domestic dogs. Come on, there are other things they can do too.

The veins on their necks were bulging, and they had knives in their hands.

The old Qin people were never weak people who were bullied to the point of view. From the very beginning, they fought against the cruel environment and cultivated crops in the wild world, and they have never been weak or surrendered.

They hold a knife in their hand, they hold a knife in their heart.

Fufeng County City.

The dark clouds in the sky made people panic. On the eaves of the two hundred-foot-tall buildings in Fufeng City, bright red ribbons were flying like flames. Under the ribbons, the sound of golden bells was crisp and shattered in the wind. .

The students of Fufeng Academy are running around.

What Taoism and Yin-Yang School learned came in handy at this time. Those formations that could only be used in small occasions in the past, when the number of people who set up the formation changed from one person to ten people, then to fifty people, to five hundred people, it was just a matter of time. It's no longer a teenage fight.

The boy who used to secretly eat haggis was shot by an arrow, his face was pale, and cold sweat flowed from his painful forehead, but he didn't care about his tearful father who surrounded him, saying:

"What I have learned in my generation is that the time to serve the country is only at this moment."

"Your son, am I a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?!"

Fufengzhu State Mansion.

Two attendants came out holding heavy armors, engraved with patterns of dragon sparrows on the armors, and Yuwen had already put on a close-fitting soft armor made of iron rings as thin as rice grains, and added a layer of battle robes on the outside. , the tall General Zhu Guo spread his hands and asked his attendants to put on the armor for him.

The last shoulder armor buckle is securely fastened.

Yuwen stretched out his hand and grabbed the broken piece.

When Kunlun landed at the gate of Tianjing City, the young generals of Northern Xinjiang held Mo Dao, and led his subordinates to roar and launched a desperate charge. arms, red eyes.

The bloody banner behind it fluttered, and arrows dipped in fire oil pierced the sky.

The waves of the East China Sea were turbulent, and the blood of young students fell on the ancient city walls.

The sword intent of the Heavenly Sword rose, and the Qinyin Sword Soul of Xiahou's family fell from the top of the first pavilion.

The celestial beings were shocked when they saw the mortal man baring his fangs and claws.

On the endless mountain road in Mount Tai, an old man walked slowly. His complexion was pale and wrinkled. He was no longer as graceful as when he left Tianjing City. The clothes are made of the best silk, but there is a hideous piercing wound on the heart.

As if he had been scorched by a raging fire, there were traces of flames on his clothes. This was the trace left by the divine soldier. The fire never dissipated, and he would always follow him like a shadow. Zhou Fengyue walked all the way to the top of Mount Tai. In front of Daqin's ancestral temple, he saw that the sky and the earth were dark.

Occasionally, you can see the streamer tearing apart the strength of warriors from a distance, and dense rockets shoot into the sky, leaving scarlet trails, and thunder flashes in the depths of the clouds, illuminating a small piece of sky, and then it turns dark again .

Zhou Fengyue murmured, "Sure enough, it's the same catastrophe as recorded in the classics."

"The celestial beings are unable to storm the cities for a while, but as the celestial beings, retreat far away, avoid the front of the soldiers, and choose another day to come here, why not?"

He looked at the ancestral hall behind him, the door was tightly locked, he couldn't get in, and he didn't want to force open the place where the emperors of the Great Qin Dynasty were worshipped, so he could only take out a memorial tablet from his arms, wiped it with his cuff, Put the tablet on the stone, with the words of Emperor Xuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty, Shude, written on it.

After doing this action, he seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and sat down on the ground.The wind blew through his white hair, he touched his heart, and felt the blood on his hands, he could feel the heart beating weakly, the wound that was cut by Ni Tianxing was scorching hot as if the sword intent of the sun had never receded.

Even if he keeps taking medicine, it is useless. He can only use his nearly hundred years of energy to block it abruptly, but how can it be sealed?It's okay if he doesn't do it all the time, but on the way here, he used his hands ruthlessly, killing all the heavenly beings he saw, the inner qi was surging, and the inner qi wrapped around the blood of the heart had begun to collapse.

Zhou Fengyue coughed a few times. He leaned against the stone, on which was the tablet of Emperor Xuanwu of the Great Qin Dynasty. He looked into the distance, his white hair was messy and dry, and he sighed and murmured:

"In my dream, old people come and go, but only the late emperor never came."

Climb Taishan and make the world small.

He stood here and looked down, and he could see the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, which spread out in a mighty way, spreading out into the distance. It should have been a fascinating beauty, but now the mountains and rivers of tens of thousands of miles are all shrouded in the sky. Under the dark clouds and mist, it seemed like nightfall.

How can there be so many people in heaven?
Zhou Fengyue thought, the other party is probably out of his depth. Legend has it that the river water in the heavens falls into the human world and turns into clouds. Is the black cloud that spread to the entire Central Plains like this piercing through the lakes and seas in the sky?He couldn't help cursing, which disturbed his internal energy, and sat in front of the stone carving, with white hair, like an old dog in the water, breathing rapidly and panting.

The heart beat weakly.

In a certain city, the guards of the Qin army roared and pulled down the Mohist crossbow.

"Fuck me, this is not your place!"

Broken-arm Yang Jinxian stood on the podium of the Protectorate of the Western Regions, roaring:

"Why don't you say no clothes!"

The Mo Dao in Bailifeng's hand from Beijiang broke from the middle because he couldn't bear the huge force. He jumped up and kicked the two knights from Beijiang off their horses. He lifted the horse neighing and slammed it heavily on the battlefield. One person rushed in front of the formation, grabbing the broken spear with both hands:

"Modao team, change formation, change formation!"

"The number one disciple in the world is here, and I will be the front line."

"A mere mortal, dare to commit the following crime?"

"Anyone who offends my Central Plains will be killed without mercy."

"There is no enemy left behind."

Zhou Fengyue leaned on the stone carving, as if she saw all this happening, as if she saw a little spark rising under the dark night, she grinned, and sang a country folk song in a low voice, her breath gradually weakened.

The tablet on the back was blown by the wind and fell to the ground with a crackling sound. Zhou Fengyue regained consciousness and rearranged the tablet. A peaceful voice sounded in everyone's ears——

"The people of Great Qin..."

"I am the emperor, the Great Qin Emperor."

Zhou Fengyue's movements froze, her eyes widened, and she looked in the direction of Tianjing City.

The old man's white hair was blown like a ball of dry grass by the wind.

People walking everywhere also felt shock and disbelief in their hearts. In Fufeng City, Murong listened intently to the voice.Except for the places where the fighting was still going on, and even where the fighting was in progress, those heavenly beings showed surprise on their faces and pulled away one after another.

One is to worry about any unexpected successors.

On the other hand, it is also necessary to see what the Great Qin Emperor wants to do.

Bailifeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood on top of the corpse. He reached out and tore off the broken armor that was in the way. Holding a broken spear in each hand, his hair disheveled, he glared angrily at the Northern Huns, who had been stopped from charging again. .

The 72 counties are the nodes of the world's luck, and the Temple of Heaven is the beginning of the luck.

The emperor's voice was able to sweep across this mighty world.

The emperor standing on the Temple of Heaven spoke slowly:
"Two thousand years ago, Shang Emperor Xin died in battle; 2000 years ago, the world was in chaos, 1000 years ago, the seven countries joined forces, and now, the disaster that has been with us thousands of years ago has come to the Central Plains again. "

"Many cities in Daqin, no, even towns, can't be defended at all. Maybe they didn't intend to put the villages and towns in their eyes, but there is no doubt that the rain of arrows they splashed has taken the lives of many compatriots. That's not true. A number willing to recall."

"The enemy comes from the world above the sky."

"Their strength is far stronger than ordinary people, and they can all fly away."

"Daqin has been invaded into the interior, this is an undoubted fact."

In Fufeng City, the students bit their lips tightly. The things they had always held on to, the things they were proud of, were pointed out by the emperor himself at this moment, and they collapsed like a tide, almost weakened, and shed tears.

Bailifeng roared angrily, his voice mournful.

The war horses in front couldn't help but step back again and again, but they were afraid of both people and horses.

Yang Jinxian, who had lost his arm during the battle and nearly half of the Protectorate of the Western Regions collapsed, had been standing upright like steel, but at this moment, he couldn't help but his eyes were red. After paying such a price, he didn't defend himself. This can't be blamed on them, the enemy and the past. Your opponents are different, they come from heaven.

They can ignore terrain effects.

They can even fall directly from the top of Tianjing City.

The emperor's voice sounded slowly.

"Our country has been broken. I reiterate here, whether we admit it or not, the enemy has appeared inside our Great Qin, and our country has been broken."

"Even the enemy is now outside our city of Tianjing."

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the celestial beings. They thought that the emperor must have gone crazy for such a blow to morale. At this time, if they kept concealing it, they might still be able to barely maintain the existence of this empire.

An old man in Chinese clothes stood in the sky, stroking his beard and saying:
"The hearts of the people in the world have been lost, and they can be broken with a backhand."

But at this moment, the emperor standing on the Temple of Heaven took a deep breath and said loudly:

"But I still have a question here and now, the people of Daqin, are you afraid?!"

The voice that was transmitted to every place by unknown means paused for a moment, and then suddenly raised its voice. The Emperor Xuanyi standing on the Temple of Heaven was shaking, holding a sword and roaring——

"Absolutely not!"

"Impossible!!"

"Because you and others are all the people of my Great Qin Dynasty, and all of you are descendants of my Yanhuang seedlings!"

The people who hung their heads raised their heads one by one, their eyes lighted up slightly.

No one could have imagined that the calm emperor would roar like a lion—"The soul of this world is with you."

The emperor pointed his sword at the sky.

"Suiren made fire, Yandi planted millet, Shennong tasted grass, Leizu raised silkworms, Ning Fengzi made pottery, and Cangjie created characters. The predecessors have come step by step. How have you ever relied on others... Those are our ancestors. This is what I am waiting for now. The world is boundless, 3000 years ago, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor ruled all the tribes with a sword, entered Xuanyuan Hill, and the world is full of wilderness..."

There was a slight pause in the voice, and then he drank suddenly, like a heavy hammer hitting the air.

"From now on, you all belong to the same country!"

The old man's expression froze among the heavens and humans, and in his field of vision, the luck on the earth, the invisible luck suddenly condensed, from the city, from the mountains, from the lake, from the sea, from all over the world. At this place, a faint air luck emerges, it is very faint, slowly, but firmly gathering——

The fate of the empire on earth is what the hearts of the people want.

After being dazed for a moment, he suddenly roared:

"The fate of the world has begun to change!"

"At all costs, kill the emperor!"

"We can't let him achieve the same authority as the king in ancient times, kill, kill him!"

Suddenly there was a thunderous drumbeat.

Countless celestial beings rushed out, as if they were determined to die, without fear of Li Wu's Tianjing city army formation, they rushed down frantically. All the celestial beings seemed to be crazy, and their weapons were aimed at the standing emperor holding a sword.

Hugu Sexiluan enters the carriage, the immortal people are listed like hemp.

When those heavenly beings were tearing apart the defenses of Tianjing City at any cost, a tall white-haired old man stood in front of the emperor. He was dressed in sackcloth, full of vigor, glanced at the emperor, and said:
"I used to think that it would be a pity if Li Wu died here. As for the emperor in the world, the kingdom of people gathers together and disappears with time, so it is not worth taking it to heart."

"But now I feel that such an emperor and dynasty should not be cut off here."

"Nor should we be cut off from the so-called heaven and man."

Heaven and heaven will be stopped and shouted:

"Kunlun, you are bold!"

The tall, white-haired old man took a step forward, followed the mighty inquiry sent by the emperor to the whole world, smiled, and stretched out his right hand to meet the tide of heavenly beings above the heavy black clouds, and a gentle voice sounded:

"I have a house with three rooms and eight columns for the pillars."

Saying a word, the air machine tumbling.

That is not inferior to the arrogance of the people around him.

The expressions of the heavenly beings suddenly changed, and one after another cold lights fell, all of them were forcibly stopped by Kunlun with his own strength. Although it might be short-lived and could not last long, at this moment, the old man stopped hundreds of heavenly beings with his own strength.

Then took the second step.

Kunlun's eyes seemed to be drunk, and he groaned in a long voice.

The old voice is like rolling thunder, passing through the world:
"While the surrounding walls are blocked by the sea, all phenomena are surrounded by the Dougong, and the tiles cover the blue sky."

"There have been no omissions for many years. The knot is karma."

"Successfully practice three thousand times, and you will be able to subdue the fire dragon and subdue the tiger."

"Land Immortal."

The last sentence fell, and the sky shook three times.

Kunlun looked at his palm and murmured:

"This is a sixty years ago, I was on the bank of the East China Sea, watching the endless waves, and the heaven and the earth returned to the front line."

"On that day, I realized that I was not inferior to Master and Daozu in terms of realm, and reopened my inner world and outer world, but after that, I felt that the world is limited after all. From what I see, the world is so big, but I can fit it in a room. Only today did I realize that Jianghu is still the same Jianghu after all, how can it be so simple?"

"But the realm still fell after all."

"After going down the mountain, I went to the place where I realized the Tao. I watched those waves for a long time, and thought about the realm of the Taoist ancestor and the master. I finally figured it out."

"Land gods? Heaven and earth, the realm of Feihong Xuemu?"

"So what?"

The old man raised his head, flew straight into the third heaven, and laughed loudly:
"I'm right here, since there is no Dao fruit, why not use my strength to prove the Dao?"

"The realm of heaven and man is high."

"But I see all the immortals in the sky, but whoever can block my punch?!"

"Tianlan, get up!"

Flying into the sky dressed in sackcloth, raising his hand to stir up the wind and clouds, everyone was stunned, the old man suddenly shouted Kunlun, then the sky and the ground, heavy black clouds, boundless wilderness, no one spoke, the sky and the earth naturally shouted in unison.

Kunlun, Kunlun!
What is Kunlun?

Invincible in the world for 180 years.

The old man returned to Tianlan with one hand, and there were waves in the sky.

The tiger drums and the Xiluan return to the carriage.

The man of heaven.

It's like hemp!
The heavenly sackcloth with white hair killed the immortal, the voice of the earthly king became calm, and the sword in his hand pointed forward, saying:

"I respect the heaven and the earth. I have never been afraid of the heaven and the earth. Today, people have violated the boundaries. Now, I..."

"No, I, I will leave the final decision in your hands."

"My compatriots, let me ask you."

"I am Daqin, what is my iron law in China?!"

At the Western Regions Protector's Mansion, the general with a broken arm roared, and then people from all over the world responded:
"Those who violate our frontiers will be punished no matter how far away they are."

The emperor took a deep breath, and there was madness in his eyes.

He spit out the four most arrogant and daring words in his life.

"Fat days, is it?!"

This sentence rang in everyone's ears, and the hearts of the people in Daqin almost stopped beating.

"wind……"

At first, it was just a low voice, but gradually this voice gathered into the roar of the whole world. Bailifeng pointed his short spear at the sky, the golden bell in Fufeng County kept vibrating, Wu Nong's soft words in Jiangnan and Beidi's hard work The tone of his voice is also so harmonious, the sound is mixed with the whistling of knives and swords, and the smell of blood.

"wind!"

"wind!"

"Gale!"

The air flow on the earth's veins began to flow, and after 3000 years, the rhythm of the dragon pulse visible to the naked eye was formed again. The invisible air mechanisms rushed to the sky, turned into scales, and finally appeared in front of the eyes of the heavenly people, which only existed in the classics. The fate of the imperial dynasty in the world.

The dragon is singing with its head held high.

The emperor's Xuanyi bulged, the sword in his hand was stuck upside down on the ground, and he raised his head and shouted angrily:

"Where is my Great Qin 72 Pillar Kingdom!!!"

The sound spread far away, and there was a dead silence.

There is a magnificent response here, resounding through the earth.

"Sir, here!"

The scarlet silk hanging from the eaves of the hundred-storied tower in Fufeng City danced wildly, fiercely like fire.

The slovenly Mr. Fu Mo stood on the top of the tower with his arms outstretched.

"Master, our Mohists practice non-aggressive ways, but why do we want to join Qin? We also want to help Qin rule the world?"

The old man in his memory smiled and said:

"For the love of the world."

Fu Mo didn't understand at that time, but after he understood, he never left the academy.

He was crying and laughing, and the slovenly old man spread his arms, glared at the sky, and roared:
"God, lower your head and take a look!"

"The Mohists have decided to be here for 500 years!"

On the ground floor of the 72-story building in the [-]nd county, the painstaking efforts of generations of Qin Mo giants began to revolve.

The 72 organs absorb the dragon veins of the earth downwards and connect upwards to the huge air mechanism that can be called the king of human beings.

In the dark night, one after another lights are shining.

Zhou Fengyue, whose heart was pierced but still alive, supported the stone carving of Mount Tai. The old man with bloody hands heard the yelling, and was already in tears. He finally struggled to get up, straightened his clothes, and then faced the world. Direction, knelt heavily, the old funny head kowtowed heavily, whispering hoarsely.

"Criminal Zhou Fengyue, send me to the Great Qin Zhu Kingdom!"

He knelt on the ground, facing the world, tears streaming down his face, and took the initiative to cut off his breath.

In the end, there was a look of satisfaction on that old and filthy face.

"...Master, I have no more regrets."

Qin received the world's magical soldiers and cast them as Zhu Guo72.

72 divine weapons shattered at the same time.

Accompanied by Zhou Fengyue's last breath extinguished.

Black as deep as the night, at the cost of the shattered magic weapon, one after another, as high as the master's aura, like beacon fire, one after another lit up, connected by the dragon aura, rising to the sky, illuminating the night.

As if the stars rose from the ground, along with the connection between the 72 counties and towns and the imperial energy, 72 figures rose into the sky, chains of energy visible to the naked eye, the emperor had never taken the step of the king, the huge The emperor dragon turned into a chain and was nailed to the clouds in the sky.

In the end, roads leading to the sky were formed, holding the heavens tightly.

The 72 counties are the nodes, covering the formation of the whole world.

This is the painstaking effort of the most outstanding disciples of the Dongfang family in the past 500 years, with 72 nodes, using the mountains, rivers and terrestrial veins as the calculation chip for the calculation of heavenly secrets.

The layout of the leader of the contemporary Yin Yang family.

The courage and sacrifice of three top strategists in the world.

The trust of two generations of heroes in the world.

With 500 years of background in the Great Qin Dynasty and decades of preparation, except for the people who walked on the earth, those heavenly beings with long life spans cannot imagine what supports such a huge plan that has spread for hundreds of years.The curtain was lifted only after those people had all passed away that year.

The best of each generation pass the future on to the next with confidence.

Mountains and rivers are the chips, let's come to this big gamble.

"Only I, the mighty Great Qin, rise like the sun!"

"Fat days, is it?!!"

PS: In today’s update, there are [-] words
Whether it is good or bad, I have come to this point, please allow me to ask for leave for the last time, which is the day on the 27th to organize my thoughts.

The final plot of the story has been deduced~ (clasping fists)
(End of this chapter)