Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

In the old battle formation of Huayang.

The record board in front of Liu Bo suddenly became hot.

What was originally a single scorch mark has become three.

Three blurry figures stood up in the old fire.

It has no name.

It has no face.

But they existed.

Liu Bo swallowed hard.

"It's been saved."

"The first batch consists of three people."

Su Daji's eyes were red at the corners.

The moonlight in Chang'e's hands is even more stable.

Michael whispered:

"Record successfully."

Tian Jiao suddenly laughed.

very short.

It was also very cold.

He raised his hand and pressed it against the Holy Son Emperor mark on his shoulder.

The chest represents one's status and identity.

The one on the shoulder is the deepest hook of the Emperor's Lock.

It doesn't just make him obey orders.

They even sewed his flesh, memories, and royal court records together.

The supervising officer's expression changed drastically.

"Holy Son! No!"

Tianjiao's five fingers dug into flesh.

It was torn apart with a single, forceful tear.

The golden and white imperial pattern was torn off along with the skin, flesh, periosteum, and imperial lock.

Blood splattered on the shattered battle flags.

But he didn't call out.

He smashed the imperial emblem into the remnants of the command tower.

boom!

The remaining troops were blown apart, creating a gap.

Tian Jiao looked up, his voice hoarse.

"From today onwards."

"I will not testify on behalf of the Imperial Palace."

The soldiers behind him, their armor tattered, looked up one after another.

"Return."

"Return."

"Return."

The sound was intermittent.

Untidy.

Some people have lost their tongues and can only make sounds by squeezing out air from their chest.

But with each scorch, a little more scorch marks appeared in the old fire chain.

This time, it's not a complete catalog.

Just keep a small fire going for now.

Even a fire mark is better than being completely wiped out.

One.

two.

A few more dishes were added.

Inside the Military Soul Tower.

Zheng Aiguo suddenly stood up.

Bai Potian pressed his palm against the stone crenellations of the city wall, and stone dust fell from between his fingers.

Qin Weiguo's old bronze badge on his chest was red from being burned.

These are not confessions from rebels.

This is the person whose name was erased by the royal court, who has returned on his own.

In the old military street, many veterans peeked out from behind doors.

They saw the old lights of the Military Spirit Tower light up one by one.

On the grounds of Huayang Martial Arts University, from the school gate to the old training room, the streetlights are lit up one by one.

In the Ministry of Education's monitoring room, all the regular files were blank.

Only in the old fire archives were there a few more scorch marks that still retained their warmth.

Liu Bo looked at the record board, his voice trembling.

"The words are gone."

"The person is still alive."

"The fire is still hot."

Jin Baiyan remained silent for a long time.

The Heavenly Emperor's voice turned cold.

"Lin Xiao".

"You think that by not connecting to the Royal Court's channel, the blame won't fall on you?"

Wang Ting, the chief of staff, was furious.

The golden-white eye suddenly enlarged, following the "return to the register" movement, and bit back at the gray mark on Lin Xiao's chest.

The old mark on Yejia's wrist cracked.

Dark red lines crawled up to my forearm.

Su Daji's murderous intent exploded instantly.

The nine tails unfurled, and foxfire shot straight towards the projection line.

"This humble servant will dig it out for Your Majesty!"

Lin Xiao lowered his voice.

"The king commands."

"Defend the position."

Su Daji stopped moving.

The foxfire exploded in mid-air, then she forcefully pulled it back into Lin Xiao's heart.

She lowered her head, her voice hoarse.

"Yes, ma'am."

Sun Wukong glanced at Lin Xiao.

This kid is really good at enduring.

If it were him back then, the Lingxiao Palace would have been torn down twice already.

Sun Wukong stepped forward and blocked the projection with his staff.

The golden cudgel presses down with its pneumatic force.

"Want to see him?"

"Look at me first."

boom.

A crack appeared on the surface of the golden-white eye.

The command tower trembled violently.

Sun Wukong did not cross the line.

That spying first reached into the old fire link of Blue Star.

He simply slapped the hand that was reaching into the doorway back.

It doesn't count as assaulting someone outside.

It was timed very accurately.

It was so accurate that even the Heavenly Emperor couldn't use it as evidence to start a war.

Lin Xiao finally looked up.

But he still refused to speak to the Heavenly Emperor.

He looked at Tianjiao.

"The way you looked at me just now didn't seem like you'd seen me before."

"Speak."

"What did the royal court take from you?"

Tianjiao opened his mouth.

But another lock clicked from deep within the Emperor's Lock.

It's not golden-white lightning.

The sound was even older.

It's also emptier.

Tianjiao's pupils darkened slightly.

It felt like something was trying to push the self he had just found back into its shell.

He bit his tongue and forced himself to swallow the blood.

"Three days."

Tian Jiao, supporting the tattered flag, looked up.

"Lin Xiao, I need you to complete an Old Fire roll call within three days."

"Take away the names of at least three wounded soldiers."

"Otherwise, if the war tower is restarted, they will be burned into fuel for the Saul formation."

He coughed up blood.

"In exchange, I will hand over the second piece of evidence besides Han Jian's fake coordinates."

Lin Xiao did not agree immediately.

He looked at Tian Jiao.

"These are the conditions you wanted to state."

"Or did someone tell you to say that?"

For the first time, Tian Jiao's eyes were filled with confusion.

He looked down at the two shattered nails in his palm.

Blood dripped through his fingers.

for a long time.

他 说:

"I have no idea."

This sentence is colder than the threat from the Heavenly Emperor.

Bai Potian's face darkened.

Zheng Aiguo remained silent.

Qin Weiguo gripped the old bronze seal tightly.

If it were merely Emperor Lock's control, Tianjiao would deny it.

He would resist if it was an order from the royal court.

But he said he didn't know.

This means that even he himself couldn't discern the source of that statement.

Lin Xiao understood.

Behind Tianjiao, there are others.

A person hidden in the gaps of memory, handing him the bill.

The temporary front line began to flash.

Liu Bo shouted:

"The capacity limit has been reached!"

"Hold on a little longer, the Huayang coordinates will be counter-scanned!"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar imperial seal appeared on Tian Jiao's chest.

It has no color.

There are no patterns.

There was only one blank space.

As soon as it appeared, the emotions in Tianjiao's eyes began to sink.

Someone wants to force the self he just rediscovered back into his shell.

For the first time, Sun Wukong's face darkened.

"This is not a dog leash."

"This is for soul swapping."

On Huayang's table, a dark red skeleton suddenly sprang up.

The shattered armor in Tianjiao's hands glowed simultaneously.

The two, separated by star trails, piece together the upper half of a fragmented old name.

Like "Han".

It also resembles another word that has been deliberately rewritten.

That stroke of light only lasted for a fleeting moment.

But it was enough for Liu Bo to see.

He almost instinctively slammed the record board down on the table.

Chu Shanhe frowned.

"What did you see?"

Liu Bo's lips moved slightly.

He didn't make a sound.

Lin Xiao turned to look at him.

Liu Bo raised his head, his voice dry.

"That half-word..."

"Like Han."

"It's like the surname of someone on Earth."

The words fell.

The golden-white eye slowly closed.

The wounded soldier had only a grayish-white mark on his chest.

It was an unfinished stamp.

At the same time.

The blank imperial seal on Tianjiao's chest lit up again.

His gaze went blank for a moment.

Lin Xiao felt a slight throb on the gray mark on his chest.

After a year of silence, the all-knowing eye resurfaced with a line of text.

Just because he's seeing you for the first time doesn't mean he hasn't seen you before.

Lin Xiao looked up.

The projection gradually faded.

He left only one sentence.

Within three days.

"I'll accept people, not challenges."

"Let's start clearing the accounts with the names."