The Riddler Get Out of Terra

Hao Zhaomi was stunned for a moment, and finally straightened up and sorted out the pure black clothes he put on again. He still didn't like many of the battlefield clothes in the store. He felt that they didn't fit the human body and were too strange. I blamed the clothes with useless straps that didn't suit me, so I just made a few pieces according to the tutorial. What I wear now looks shabby and shabby compared to Xi's exquisite clothes.

Xi didn't care about this. She came over to help Hao Zhao tidy up. Her small white hands gently brushed the orange cat's muscular chest, which was very shapely. There were many elegant and noble golden patterns sticking to it, and Follow the clothes downwards and gently straighten the tight privately modified combat uniform. Along with it, the purple color spreads down, turning an ordinary pure black clothes into a noble one.

"Let's go."

Xi, who helped Hao Zhao tidy up again, smiled and pointed to the cave bedroom where Jingzhe was:

"I have some guesses about the man behind her obsession. I thought I would see her like this, so I have a plan. Why don't we take a look at her first and figure it out in the long run?"

The orange cat was flattered by Xi's sudden understanding. He nodded in agreement, and walked towards Jingzhe with Xi, while forcing himself to ignore the growing heat on his back and the voice that kept boiling along his flesh and skin in his mind:

"Run!!! Run!!! This person is not me!!!"

Chapter 2 Seventy: Ren Xia ([-])

"What are you thinking?"

Pushing open the door, which was made up of pieces of rotten wood, the frail figure of the blond Qilin came into view.

Compared with Hao Zhao and Xi who were almost crazy and miserable when they left, Miss Jingzhe is undoubtedly much calmer now.

She changed back into the clothes she wears most often, with a black outer wrap with ink-colored patterns characteristic of the Yan Kingdom, and a white lining embroidered with a vivid unicorn that is about to burst out of the fabric. The embroiderer is undoubtedly an old man with advanced kung fu, and the unicorn is just Exposing one and a half claws, the fine needlework is fully exposed.

I don’t know how this embroiderer compares to Xi, although if I let her paint, I’m afraid my back will be riddled with embroidery holes and repainted repeatedly.

Counting the dense stitches on Jingzhe's inner fold, Orange Mao unconsciously began to compare Xi's skills with those of everyone who embroidered the unicorn for Jingzhe.

But this is just a trick of divergent thinking - even if it is an ordinary skill that is not interesting, Xi's practice time may not even be [-]%, but she has been painting for almost thousands of years!

An embroiderer has worked hard for more than ten years to learn the skills, and a god has practiced the skills for nearly a hundred years. Even the comparison is a bit bullying.

But Jingzhe didn't pay attention to this. At this moment, Qilin was like a child thrown into the ice and snow with nowhere to go. Even though he was dressed in luxurious clothes, he could not hide the confusion in his heart:

"I don't know. I've never been able to think clearly. Hao Zhao, you said we were friends before. We met in Longmen, got along for a few months, and became friends. We met again in Gouwu, and together we solved a sensational case."

"But do you know? In reality, I have spent more than 20 years of frustration, but in the fantasy world, I have lived here for almost 30 years. Now my hair grows early and my face ages easily. I remind myself many times that this is a fantasy world. It’s not true. Every night, I repeat these words to myself in the mirror and persist until you arrive.”

Mentioning the wasted years in the fantasy world, Qilin showed a smile as if he was crying. His two red and swollen eyes that had been crying earlier were squeezed together, and he couldn't help but shed tears again:

"But I have warned myself thousands of times but I still can't completely convince myself, because this place is too real, and it is too consistent with the reality of Yan Country in my perception. In the real Yan Country, there is indeed a problem in the north. I am in heaven I did face a blockade there when I was studying there. New countries such as Ursus, Letania, Victoria, and Colombia are constantly giving birth to new blood and developing themselves, and the progress of the Yan Kingdom in this regard..."

The words coming out of her mouth paused, and the slightly invisible Adam's apple on her slender throat squirmed as she swallowed the unwillingness and bitterness brought by the facts:

"Although I am very proud of the Yan Kingdom's long heritage, ancient magic, powerful successors, and great figures buried in history, but in the face of the rapid changes, today is a small mobile wooden house, and tomorrow will be the new all-encompassing mobile city. Kingdom, it is impossible for me to think that Yan Kingdom is not inferior to them in this regard."

After voicing his true inner judgment, Jingzhe fell backwards as if he had lost all his strength. His thin body lay on the hard wooden right-angle stool like a dead branch. The inner collapse of a Yanguo official who had seen the world clearly emerged from his closed heart bit by bit. Digging out of the wall:

"The long history has given the people of the Yan Kingdom a reason to unite, but it has also given us arrogance. In many studies, we are still chewing on the data passed down by the old heavenly masters without any innovative ideas - because that It’s useless, as long as you learn the things passed down by the Heavenly Master well, it will be easy to be an official and make a living in the Yan Kingdom.”

"So many times we are proud of our own bloodline, happy about our own culture, and naturally carry arrogance that surpasses other countries. However, we only see Yan Guoqiang's position with enthusiasm, but do not see the disappearance.

Weakness in the shadow:"

"Things in the north were a worry for Yanguo until he entered the illusion. When it came to magic, he wasted his time studying in the Heavenly Master's Mantra. When it came to politics, just follow others. If you have ambitions in your heart, then It can be used on the platform, but the Great Flame has been passed down for thousands of years. Too many things have become a mess, and no matter how ambitious you are, you can't use it."

"Hao Zhao," Jingzhe twisted her slender neck with a desperate face and looked at the orange cat blankly: "What really makes me despair is not the torture I suffered in the illusion, nor the inability to perform here. Instead of being ambitious, as long as I put what I experienced in the fantasy world into reality, I will find that these things will happen sooner or later, no matter where I live."

"Even my experiences in reality are not as good as in fantasy. When I was young, I always thought that being a secret agent would be my specialty. Enforcing the law impartially, asking for orders for the people, apprehending criminals, and exposing conspiracies were all my specialties. I even continued to do so and became a justice in the Yan Kingdom. There is nothing wrong with being an example of the law, but until I became a high-ranking official here, I didn’t know what a small spy could do. The fairness and justice I thought I had could not help anyone. It is very possible that I arrested people all over the place today. The officials sentenced him for bullying men and women, bending the law for personal gain, and tomorrow another political force will come and release him directly - I have been an official in the fantasy world for almost 20 years before I know that politics is a place that does not look at good and evil, but only A dangerous game of position.”

Mentioning her experiences over the years, Jingzhe's dejected mood became even more serious. She was like a toy doll with no electricity, her absent-minded eyes turned to stare blankly at the bare roof of the cave:

"I will find that once I really want to do something, all kinds of obstacles and obstacles will come one after another. Even if I want to do something good, maybe even a big thing for the country and the people, there will be people who will stand up and take a hostile political stance against me. He sings the opposite, indiscriminately, pursues and blocks me for a reason, but when he asks himself, he doesn't even have a basic idea, and he opposes me purely for the sake of opposition."

"What a familiar scene," Jingzhe sighed, big drops of tears falling from the corners of his eyes and running down his cheeks, drawing sad tracks on the cheeks of a mature woman who no longer had the scholarly energy of the past.

"When I was friends with you in reality, would I complain about my boss's delays and objections, that there were too many useless people occupying positions in the court, and that what I did, even if it was not justice, was still good for the country of Yan? "

She suddenly asked Hao Zhao, and the orange cat was stunned, and then replied:

"You were much more energetic then than you are now. I said that because of the current situation in the Yan Kingdom, your action was just to scoop a ladle of water from the rivers and lakes and pour it into a bucket, but you didn't know that the water in the bucket would change after a period of time. I will be dumped into the sea again, and what I want will eventually become vain. You refuted me quite powerfully at that time."

"Huh, I think I must have used the words 'For the people I am administering justice to now, it is enough that what I have done has brought them hope of liberation' when I refuted you, or 'Everyone in the Yan Kingdom is united as one. , Even if there is a big problem, it is just a mistake made by a few moths, and we will definitely bring it to justice.', right?"

Qilin closed his eyes with a smile, as if he could see his past self and laughed at himself.

Chapter 271 Ren Xia ([-])

Hao Zhao was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say to comfort Jingzhe:

Because what Qilin said was indeed what she had believed in sincerely. At that time, when Jingzhe was just starting out, she always felt that the laws of the Yan Kingdom were greater than heaven, and she could seek fairness and justice in the end for everything. Even if it was a step late, justice would not be absent.

"I can no longer even lament my naivety," Jing Zhe, who is 49 and nearly [-] years old, sighed tiredly: "The higher I stand, the farther I see, and the more I see things I shouldn't see."

She lay quietly on the hard upright stool, her face weak as if she couldn't stand upright without it.

"I once heard someone say that the reason you see so much filth now is because you don't stand high enough. If you stand higher, you will see clear skies, gentle winds and beautiful sunshine. The vicissitudes of the world are only a drop in the ocean, and everything will get better in the end."

The sound like babble in sleep continued, but Hao Zhao frowned: the more he understood Jingzhe before falling into the illusion, the more he realized how strange she was at this moment. This was no longer the maturity of many experiences, but the torture of hard blows. The vicissitudes of life!

However, Jingzhe had no doubts about her own changes. She just painfully repeated the results she had gained from serving as an official in the Yan Kingdom for decades:

"But I found that the sky was clear and the air was clear because at that time they only looked at the scenery from high places. Of course the sky was clear and clear at high places, but the ground where they escaped and the mountains they walked on could not be said to be calm and calm. How are you?"

"Hao Zhao, when I first entered the illusion, I thought I would be able to withstand this so-called mental test and walk out easily. But after staying there for so long, I became afraid. I didn't even dare to confirm the reality because I was afraid that reality would be exactly the same as the illusion. And my struggle in reality will become like now, working desperately, but later I find that I am an accomplice, and fate still treats me as a slave."

Jingzhe murmured again, his blue pupils constricting painfully. When he looked at Hao Zhao, he didn't even dare to focus on his expression, for fear of seeing even a little bit of disappointment:

For Jingzhe, the disappointment from an old friend from his youth was ten or even nine times more painful than the current embarrassment!

She was in so much pain that she almost shed tears. Her ideals were shattered into pieces, but the reality remained unchanged. She continued with a smile.

Looking at Xiao Qilin's head being bruised and bleeding, it seems that her struggle and persistence are just a fleeting breeze. As time goes by, it has become an insignificant sentence in history, "A capable official wakes up."

Of course she longs to have her name stamped on a page of the history books for her impartiality and selflessness, but what Jing Zhe is now afraid of is that there is a page in the history books, but it is of no use - what is the use of her shouting that Yanguo needs justice and politics needs Qingming?In the end, he was still drowned in the boundless ocean, swimming back and forth, and finally found nothing. The country of Yan was still what it should be.

When she was young, Jingzhe used the inability of adults to encourage herself. She was full of confidence and felt that she could achieve great things that many people in the past and present could not do. She could do all the things that the heavenly masters of the past could not do due to the limitations of the times. To do this, we must find every way to push Yanguo to the most powerful country on this earth, so that everyone can have enough food, clothing and contentment.

The 49-year-old Jingzhe couldn't help but laugh at himself. When he reached a higher place, he discovered that the Celestial Masters who were so prosperous in the past were not allowed to do so because of the sad reasons limited by the times, but because the interest groups they belonged to and the interest groups they were hostile to did not allow them to do so. What actions did they make that are shocking but will have lasting effect - everyone is playing well within the existing rules, so why should they change?

As long as you continue to use this method, no matter what happens in the Yan Kingdom, no matter natural or man-made disasters, wars or famines, the adults in the temples will always have a way to live comfortably and freely. But once the reform occurs, people whose vital interests are harmed will , but will go crazy.

In the fantasy world, Jing Zhe didn't know this truth for the first 20 years. She seemed to be satisfied with her ambitions, but in fact she was in many dangers. Sometimes she didn't even know why Emperor Yan, who seemed to support her reform and reform, was not optimistic about her at certain moments. Why did Lao Qilin always hesitate to speak when discussing ideals and reality with his father late at night?

More than ten years later, she still didn't understand. It wasn't until she walked into the dust that she realized that everything was a joke. Her persistence, her choice, her self-righteousness, even herself... were the same.

This joke didn't fool the people of Yan Kingdom, it didn't fool Emperor Yan, it didn't fool those big shots who laughed at her for not knowing anything, but it fooled her into spinning around, swaying left and right, exerting all her energy and suffering. But got nothing and looked like a fool.

The dried eyes were blurry and distorted again, and the red and swollen eye sockets were stimulated by tears, causing bursts of needle-like pain. The slender hands were clenched into fists, and the nails that had been rarely trimmed since searching around pierced the slightly calloused palms. Jingzhe Twisted in pain, her body convulsed by the sorrow and humiliation of her soul, a madman who wanted to defeat the world was beaten by the world so much that even standing up was a waste of energy.

Silence swept here once again, and Jingzhe was imprisoned in the pain of silence and could never escape.

Until Hao Zhao sighed and walked over.

"I never thought you'd think that."

He said calmly. There was no trace of the same pain and depression on his face as Jingzhe, nor was there any despair of the collapse of faith. Orange Cat just looked at Jingzhe and calmly told her the final evaluation:

"You are too extreme and you stand too high."

"Jingzhe, you think things are bad now. What's so bad about it?"

He asked Jingzhe a question, and then answered the question himself without waiting for Jingzhe to answer:

"I think you must feel that the Yan Kingdom is much worse than other countries. Politics always seems to be tainted with mud, and the people of the Yan Kingdom never seem to live a good life."

"Then you are too extreme." Orange Cat sighed: "I think you must have never been to the countries you mentioned, so you put on a sacred filter that forcibly beautifies them. Have you been to Colombia, Jingzhe? I have been there. As long as you have been there, you will feel miserable for the poor people living there. It is said to be the birthplace of science and technology and the beacon of human civilization. But do you know that not having money is the biggest sin in Colombia? They enjoy the civilization of science and technology. Less than half of the time, the warmth and warmth of human relationships will be exchanged at any time with less money and more money."

"The infected are called pioneers there, and they are thrown into the wilderness to look for mineral veins or habitable places to inject blood into Colombia's industry. However, their final result is to die after taking painkillers and contribute everything to the prosperity of science and technology. Individuals cannot enjoy any gifts from technology, and the title of dying people is actually the raw material - whether the corpses of infected people can be purified into source stones is also the focus of research in Colombia's source stone industry."

Chapter 272 Ren Xia ([-])

"This is the case in Colombia, not to mention Ursus and Letania." Hao Zhao sneered, obviously having a bad impression of the two mentioned countries: "A country that uses slavery wantonly and persecutes political opponents and ordinary people has become an infection. It has almost become a common method for people to mine, and even today one feels that the continent should be allowed to crawl under Leitania.”

"When the Witch King was alive, they wished everyone would kneel on the ground and lick his shoes. Now they are arrogantly using the banner of nobility to make everyone in other countries kneel on the ground and bow to them - how arrogant and disrespectful. It makes people laugh, the Lytanian nobles are fighting against each other and their inhumane Mage Tower is still secretly studying infected people, but in order to satisfy the number of experimental subjects, they actually use the Origin Stone to cause human tragedies with peace of mind."

As if thinking of the filth he saw on the journey, Hao Zhao made a disgusted nasal sound, full of disgust for Ursus and Letania.

"Victoria is even more ridiculous. Have you received hospitality from Victoria merchants in Longmen and the capital?"

etc.

Lowering his head to ask Jingzhe, Qilin bent his neck and nodded in agreement. Victoria Feilin's elegant etiquette and unwillingness to give up her greed for profit once impressed her deeply.

"Although it's bad to go over old scores, I have to go back to the old scores of the Victorians - because they are still stubborn to this day and have never stopped the banditry inherited from their ancestors."

As if venting his grievances with the Victorians, the orange cat described coldly:

"The seemingly civilized aristocrats and big factory owners there happily recruited ordinary people as workers with meager wages, used these ordinary people as employed people to reduce city taxes, and secretly tried to find ways to build clandestine factories in hidden locations - mostly underground. Here, missing ordinary people, infected people, slaves taken from human traffickers... all work here day and night, but their daily wages are only one meal that is not enough to fill their stomachs."

"The king of the Victorians stood at the highest point and shouted the glory of Aslan Pasha when he led Felin and the Aslan alliance to capture Victoria. He always boasted that Aslan and Victoria were together, and the king shared honor and disgrace with Victoria. He claimed to be peace-loving, Lead Victoria to glory."

"But his glory was robbed, his land was usurped, and his wealth was plundered. Standing behind countless blood and sacrifices, he triumphantly shouted, My glory is with the country!"

As if he couldn't stand Aslan's self-deception, Hao Zhao couldn't help but let out a stream of ridicule. Although he was also a film star, he mentioned the Victorians with deep incompatibility - finally making Jingzhe feel that Hao Zhao actually had likes and dislikes, and some. Shortcomings and irrationality are incompatible.

"So, after listening to my description, what do you think of those countries? How do they compare with Yan Country?"

The orange cat asked Jingzhe with a raised brow.

"I'm not a child anymore."

Jingzhe smiled at him, her pale lips curved into a rare clear arc. In the first 20 years, she had many smiles from the heart, but in the next ten years, they became less and less. The foundation of being born in a famous family will eventually be exhausted. Yan Guo The patience of many forces was also running out. Before planning to travel, Jingzhe could no longer see himself smiling in the mirror.

In the past, when she met old monks who looked serious as if someone owed them money, she would often bend down respectfully to say hello. However, privately, she felt that they were not close to the people and could not talk to young people, so it was too much to look serious. It made others fearful. Now that she has become an old man, she has discovered that it is common for people to look serious. She can see that people who have some ambitions in their hearts really can't laugh.

"Does it mean that comparing the bad things of other countries to the good things of Yan country won't make you happy anymore?"

Hao Zhao's smiling voice came from beside him. Jingzhe followed the sound and looked at him, and happened to look into a pair of calm and steady golden eyes.

So familiar.

Even if he has forgotten where he met Hao Zhao and where he met again, sitting in a tea house and tavern in the bustling city chatting about ideals, and even having met and made friends requires Hao Zhao himself to remind him, but facing him again When he saw these shining golden eyes, a sense of familiarity came to his face, silently telling the past of their acquaintance.

I guess we must have hit it off immediately.

Jingzhe thought so.

"Obviously in the past, when you criticized the Yan Kingdom for all the bad things, you would use this as the enemy to curse the enemy when I mentioned the tragedies of other countries, and you didn't feel that you felt much better. I didn't expect that you would be like this today. Does it change people that much?"

The familiar golden vertical pupils narrowed in a smile and looked at her slightly narrowly.

However, even when he was teasing others, Hao Zhao stood up straight and his face did not change much. Even when he was teasing with a smile, it was difficult to tell whether he was mocking Jingzhe's past childishness or lamenting her current maturity, but Jingzhe seemed to be being teased by Hao Zhao's words activated some kind of instinct. Instead of paying attention to other foreign ministers, he looked squarely into Hao Zhao's eyes, facing the surging will in them that seemed to have weight, and only focused on the pair of slightly softly curved pupils:

Although he has a heroic face, Hao Zhao does have a pair of very gentle eyebrows. Many emotions are hidden in these eyebrows, but usually the will contained in these eyes is too strong, and no one will force them to pay attention. Does a man who is more than two meters tall have eyes that cannot hide things?

"Then I must have been very naive at that time. I easily entered the hole you made casually to vent my emotions. In the end, I actually forgot that the most important thing is to get rid of stereotypes and bad habits. I even became worried and painful because of the excessive burden. It’s not about seizing on the problems of the nations on earth and accusing them of being worthless.”

Her light smile had the charm of her youth. Seeing such a startle, Hao Zhao relaxed. The orange cat stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Qilin's messy blond hair. Comparing reality and fantasy time, from the Gou Wu era to In the era of discouragement, Jingzhe has spent nearly 30 years, but still has a head of golden and soft hair, which feels strangely comfortable like holding a pillow.

"Stop making trouble, I'm almost fifty, I can't coax you like a child."

Jingzhe raised his hands, grabbed Hao Zhao's wrist as he rubbed his head, and spoke softly.

"When children are young, they feel fearless and want to be treated like adults. When adults mature, they feel miserable and unspeakable. I wish I could go back to my childhood. The path you chose is doomed to be lonely, and you can find a few like-minded companions like you. What? The one who betrayed, left, and gave up met?

Quite a few. "

Hao Zhao ignored her weak struggle:

"Isn't there a friend here? The kind-hearted kid Jingzhe can't find any friends. There is a new child at home, and his father and mother don't love you that much anymore, so an old friend from before is here. What he has in mind is not the world of travel. Ms. Jingzhe, who is almost 50 years old, is Ms. Jingzhe who was still very young in her 20s, so it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, there can be no Ms. Jingzhe here, and the Ms. Jingzhe who is actually very uncomfortable and depressed can be left.”

The big cat still gently grabbed her hair and rubbed it gently. When he finally let go, it was Jing Zhe's two hands that grabbed his wrist and wouldn't let go.

"Yes, I'm sorry! I, I'm a little out of control, it's really, really shameful."

She choked and said, moving Hao Zhao's hand to her face, covering her already red and swollen eyes to prevent anyone from seeing her expression. Hao Zhao's palms were soon soaked with tears, just like Miss Jingzhe:

“But, but I’m really unwilling to give in, so unwilling!!!”

"Why?! Why?! Why?! Why can't I do it?!!!"

Chapter 273 Ren Xia ([-])

"Fell asleep?"

The green plant leaves were pressed to the bottom of the cup, and the hot boiling water drew a precise parabola in the air, filling the entire wide cup. The sound of water bottles clashing was pleasant to the ears in the silent room, and the two people who were still awake They looked at each other speechlessly.

Xi's use of power has improved a lot, and she has not done much more. The hot water only stayed in the cup for a blink of an eye, and when she poured it out from the cup, it was already steaming fragrant tea.

The great painter used the jade cup he painted to hold the hot tea, and carefully handed it to Hao Zhao. The extremely hot water was placed on a plate in her hand, and when it fell into Hao Zhao's hand, it was already just warm enough to drink. hot.

The orange cat smiled at Xi, took the tea and took a sip without hesitation.

Xi also poured herself a glass, and while taking a sip like Hao Zhao, she gently pointed at Xi with her delicate white little finger holding the wall of the cup.

"Fell asleep."

Hao Zhao whispered to Xi: "Suddenly relaxing when your heart is in great sorrow, sleep is the best way to recuperate."