Chapter 339: (1/2)

”I prefer to call it metamorphosis.” The old man corrected. ”Each layer of [Jiujue Lock] unlocked can not only gain the power left by the ancestors. The old man pauses.” You should know that whether it is you, me, or Xiaoyue, who has the blood of returning to ancestors, our blood is far less pure. Our ancestors are even closer to inferior human beings than our ancestors. ”The empire does not need a benevolent emperor with the heart of a bodhisattva. To be absolutely calm and always put the interests of the empire first. This is what we are. What humanity the emperor needs? It's just cumbersome. ‘”For so many years, keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile has finally figured out a descendant with a complete imperial bloodline. She is our last hope, and she is also the birth of an existence capable of achieving the ancient emperor.

”Each sacrifice is a transformation. The achievement of the transformation of the ancient emperor is related to the rejuvenation of our clan. No one can shirk it. At the moment when we are born with blood, my personal will has been deprived.

”Of course, Father, this is what I have engraved in my soul...but.” Mu Falcon hesitated for a moment.

”But what?” The old man frowned slightly. It was undoubtedly the last thing he wanted to happen at this time.

”The boy was not cautious enough and revealed some incomplete information to that person.”

”That person?” The old man narrowed his eyes.

”Your former adopted son, Satsuki's righteous brother

”Pears.” The sound of glass cracking was particularly crisp and ear-piercing in the empty and quiet room.

”Isn't he dead? The vitality is really as tenacious as a bug.” The old man sneered, and his indifference was like treating an enemy who was ruthless with him.

”Why, can it be that after so many years, Xiaoyue still remembers that humble and inferior thing? Oh, a woman has long hair and short knowledge, and she really shouldn't let that woman adopt him at the beginning, and the inferior barbarians will be worthy of tainting me afterwards. Daughter?” The old man made no secret of disgust and contempt.

”If you only refer to him, you worry too much, it's just an annoying bug, and it won't make any waves.

”The subordinate understands, but is just worried...

”I'm worried that he will spread this matter out and be heard by the'people' standing behind the humans? Ha ha, a late knight king who has never seen his face reappears in people's field of vision, who will believe him?” The old man pointed to the wooden falcon.

”You may be a knight master (I may also be a knight king, anyone can be, no one knows the true face of the Radiant Knight, right? If he does this, he will only make himself a target.”

”Don't worry, now we don't have time to pay attention to these disgusting little bugs and get things on the right track. Sooner or later, there will be a day to clean them up, and it will not be too late to liquidate the hatred of thousands of years.

”Later, things will change. It's not too late. The location of the tomb is concealed enough, but maybe it's cautious.” It was Ji Bai who meticulously set aside the sharpened dagger, took out a few special whetstones, and pulled out from the table. The silver long sword to be polished.

Polishing one's own weapons is never a superfluous thing. The battlefield of life and death is changing rapidly.'Maybe you can pick up a small life. This is a gradual process. Repair small cracks on the blade, polish the edges and corners, and feel your own weapon. Getting better is a kind of enjoyment.

The hot air makes people unconsciously minded, unable to beat the knight's love for the sword.

His heart was calm and calm, and his energy was extremely concentrated on one point. He hadn't even noticed the sweat dripping off his cheeks.

Time always flies quickly when I am fully absorbed, and soon, the polishing of the Silver Throne is almost complete, but I can't make any further progress.

The more sophisticated the materials and forging skills are, the more difficult it is to polish and repair the sword. The material used in the Silver Throne is clearly beyond the scope of human engineering, and polishing is naturally impossible to stop at the point of perfection.

This is probably still within the scope of what I can understand. It is normal that the foreign craftsmanship sword that applies the transgender enchantment is difficult to polish.

His hand stroked the pitch-black and broken blade, which was full of cracks.

This sword is completely incomprehensible, and there is no way of knowing what material the sword is made of. Not to mention repairing the fracture, polishing the blunt blade and sharpening it is a luxury.

Fiddling with armor weapons and various utensils intact, Ji Bai, fully armed, stroked the clean weapons, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and walked out the door.

It is impossible to break in blatantly, so Ji Bai chose to infiltrate cautiously and securely.

He guessed that Liuli School could not have arranged a lot of encouragement in an open flame.

But it is very likely that there is something like a hidden whistle.

Ji Bai didn't worry much about this problem, he had already pointed out a clue in his mind.

I glanced at the clock in the room, at eight o'clock exactly, and flew into the form of a vampire, and I could arrive before the early hours of the morning.