People are collapsing iron, they say I am a greedy messenger

Xing wandered around the shopping mall like a curious baby, looking at this and that. When he was done, he turned to Yue Yan and asked:

"Yanza, do you want to buy something here?"

"What do you want to buy? As long as it's not some IQ tax or something like that, I'll buy it for you. But first, let me make it clear, it can't be too expensive, otherwise you'll use up your travel budget, and the conductor will be angry when you apply for it later."

Because Yue Yan received 10 times the compensation from Yinzhi some time ago, his pockets are now bulging. Although part of it was confiscated, there is still a lot left.

It can be said that as long as Xing doesn't want to buy a house within the Third Ring Road at a golden time, she can meet most of her other requirements.

Upon hearing this, Xing exclaimed, "Great!" and pointed to a prominent store in the shopping mall. The name of the store was "Iris Adult Women's Clothing."

She said excitedly:

"Let's go to this store. I think the locals have beautiful clothes. I want to buy you a set!"

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Chapter 213: The Offspring of the Greedy Star God.

Unexpectedly, after she said this, Yue Yan didn't even look at her, but turned around and left.

Just kidding, I can still vividly remember the last two times I went clothes shopping with her and March, how we were stripped naked in the dressing room and forced to wear those shameful clothes.

As the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes, and it's better to do it once or twice than a third time. The girl swore at that time that she would never go shopping for clothes with these two guys again even if she died.

"Hey, don't go!"

Xing quickly chased after her, trying to persuade her to come back:

"Just buy some normal clothes, definitely not that kind of..."

Unexpectedly, when he reached out to pull her, Yue Yan suddenly stopped, lowered his head and frowned, not moving.

Xing was startled by her appearance and stopped talking in the middle of her words. He thought she was angry and even her breathing became quiet.

After a while, he dared to cautiously poke her twice and asked tentatively:

"Yue Yan, are you angry?

I’m really angry... Then, then let’s not buy clothes..."

"Shh..."

Unexpectedly, Yue Yan put her finger on her lips and made a silencing gesture: "Don't talk."

The other party had a serious expression and didn't seem to be joking. The raccoon immediately shut his mouth when he heard that.

The girl's brows were furrowed, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell rhythmically, as if she were taking a deep breath... After about three minutes, she said to Xing in a low, uncertain voice:

"I just... seemed to smell the scent of destruction in my dream."

……

Just now, Yue Yan suddenly smelled something different from the harmony and joy flowing around him at a certain moment - destruction, the power of destruction, and it seemed to be a very powerful power of destruction.

She would never forget that extremely pungent smell in her life and there was no way she would mistake it.

It was in this dream, but it seemed not to be at the golden moment, but at other times... and it only appeared for a short moment. The other party hid very well, and I could no longer smell it.

But the problem is, Pinocchio shouldn't have the power of destruction at all.

As mentioned earlier, the Antimatter Legion's army had attempted to destroy this place thousands of years ago, but was quickly killed by a powerful blow from Lord Infinity. Since then, they have never dared to set foot on the Star of the Event again. In addition, the Antimatter Legion made a lot of noise when they marched out, so it couldn't be them.

The Yonghuo Mansion of the Annihilation Gang, which had originally received the watchmaker's invitation, has now become as calm as Poland in 1939 due to the existence of Huang Quan... Dahlia, one of the remnants of the gang, has not arrived yet.

What's more, if it was the people from the Animation Gang, there would be no way he couldn't smell it.

So the question is... if there's no destructive power in Pinocchio, then where did that smell come from? And it only lasted for less than a second before disappearing so quickly that I couldn't smell it anymore.

Could it be that there's something wrong with my sense of smell...

At this moment, the girl began to doubt her nose, which had always been reliable.

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Just when Yue Yan was doubting her sense of smell, in another dream far away from the golden moment - the moment of morning dew, in the family mansion of the Oak family, the head of the Oak family, Mr. Sunday, seemed to have encountered a little trouble.

"Who are you?"

He locked himself in his room, his brows knitted together, his suit soaked with sweat from his back... One hand on the ground, he gritted his teeth and asked a question to a being no one else could see:

"What do you want to do? How did you sneak into the family's dreams?"

"You don't need to care about my identity, Mr. Sunday. You just need to know that I am here to help you... to help you realize your great dream."

A female voice echoed in his mind, and said in a seductive tone:

"You long to lead humanity out of suffering and into eternal bliss, don't you, believer in order?... What a noble ideal, what a great man! For years, you've quietly lurked within the family, pursuing an unattainable goal.

He tried so hard and tried every possible way to plan, but he never dared to tell anyone else, not even his own sister. He could only bear it silently, and even had to continue pretending to be a follower of Shipey in front of others.

Tsk tsk tsk, it makes me sad just thinking about it, I even feel a little sorry for you."

If Yue Yan were here, he would definitely be able to recognize it - the voice was exactly that of his old acquaintance, Huanlong.

“A great cause is always incomprehensible to others before it succeeds!”

His brain felt as if it were being pierced by ten thousand needles. Sunday said with a tone that was almost like biting his teeth: "I will succeed, it's almost there, the Harmony Festival is about to begin, I don't need the help of a coward like you!

If you don't get out of here, the power of harmony will get you out for me!"

"Don't be so anxious~ I did come here with good intentions... Haven't you realized yet? There's a variable in your plan, a terrifying variable.

"Yue Yan, that nameless guest who chatted so happily with your sister, her true identity is enough to make the entire universe tremble. She is the biggest variable in your plan. Don't you want to know who she is?"

"What does it matter to me who she is?"

The pain in his head seemed to ease a little, and Sunday's trembling voice also calmed down a little.

He reached for the prayer music that lay beside his desk, ready to summon the power of harmony and dispel the voices in his head:

"Whoever she is, she will eventually rest in the dream of the One of Order... She will obtain everything she desires, explore the void with her nameless companions, and ultimately live out her life in that perfect dream."

"Then I'm afraid you can't do it."

Huanlong sighed and pretended to be regretful:

"Because that woman... is someone who is never satisfied. If you really want to pull them into the dream together, then the probability of your failure will be 100%.

This is not alarmist. As long as she wants, his so-called dream of order will be like a piece of paper soaked in water, which will rot with a slight poke. If you don't believe me, you can verify what I said through prayer..."

"..."

Sunday was silent.

Perhaps he was afraid that the plan he had been planning for so long would fail, or perhaps it was just pure curiosity, or perhaps there was some other reason...

But no matter what, in the end, he was forced by some emotion and asked in a deep voice:

"You've said so much... then who is she?"

"Ha, you asked the right question. Just like what I just said, her identity is enough to make the entire universe tremble, including the unfinished plan between you and that dream master. Let me tell you."

Seeing the other party take the bait, Huanlong was a little excited, but he still maintained his mystery. In a slightly low tone, he said word by word:

"Yue Yan, seemingly an unknown guest, is actually an ancient dusk beast awakened from her slumber. She is also a herald, a greedy herald, and the sole favorite of Obolos.

It's even possible that he's... the offspring of the Greedy Star God."

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Chapter 214: "The End of the World" Tavern.

Hearing this, Sunday's eyes widened in disbelief, followed by a phantom and excited laugh: "Hahaha, yes, that's the expression. When I first learned about it, my situation was not much worse than yours.

Unexpectedly, right? A natural enemy more terrifying than the Antimatter Legion would actually appoint a Commander and grant him immense power, so that when it erupts, the entire Asdena will be wiped off the star map!

"impossible!"

He immediately rejected it:

"Oboros fell into a deep slumber after the insect plague, and before the locust plague, there was no record of the Greedy Envoy in the universe. Furthermore, how could a Star God possibly..."

When he said this, his words became a little uncertain - there are examples of star gods giving birth to offspring, aren't there the swarms of insects in the galaxy and those dragonborn?

"You don't believe it, do you? I can show you something."

Huanlong was very confident about this. As she spoke, she dug out her memory of the battle with Yueyan that day and played it for him in the form of a video - first-person, absolutely real.

Watching the devastating battle between the emissaries in the video, Sunday fell silent.

"Look, what a terrifying power... This is only when she releases 17% of it. Do you think you can compete with her with the chorus by then?

Maybe you will think that this memory may be fake... But whether it is the Immortal Boat or the Black Tower Space Station, the news blockade against the harmless Miss Wuming has been done to the extreme at this moment. If you think about it, you will know that there is something fishy behind this.

With your rights and means, you can verify whether what I said is true. I can guarantee that you will not be able to pry a single word about that woman from the Xianzhou people and the space station staff.

She will tear you and Dominic apart and devour you. If you continue along this path, you will surely fail... and I will offer you another option."

Sunday watched the entire video in silence, and then asked a question:

"You are the Lord of Extinction, and your name is Huanlong?"

"That's right, but I'm not..."

Before Huanlong could finish his words, he saw him immediately press the music tightly against his chest and then silently recite the holy words in it.

The power of harmony, symbolizing peace and tolerance, immediately descended, washing away the voices in his head through his prayers. However, he still seemed unsure and repeated the chant several times until he could no longer hear any response from the other party.

"I will never cooperate with the destructive thugs... You will eventually go to the end of your master, and I have my own way."

Sunday slowly stood up, took out a tissue, wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes full of calmness:

"The path of order has no room for noise that only knows how to destroy."

In fact, after reading that memory, Sunday had probably already believed the so-called Greedy Envoy, and understood that the other party might become a stumbling block on the road to his great ideals. This did require some way to deal with it, but he must never cooperate with the weird Lord of Extinction.

Without Huanlong's explanation, he could already imagine what bad ideas the other party would come up with... It would be nothing more than combining the power of destruction to strangle this messenger who came from nowhere in the cradle.

The thinking of those who follow the path of destruction has always been so simple. No matter what conspiracy they have or what means they use, the final result is nothing more than death and destruction.

In fact, Huanlong did think so - Yue Yan's threat was too great, so great that no one could ignore it. She had even prepared to unite with several other great lords and bring along the Harmony Envoy to gang up on the opponent.

In order to fool Sunday, she even told him the news that she was not sure about - "Yue Yan is Obolos's biological daughter" as if it were true.

It's a pity that she doesn't know Sunday well enough, and doesn't understand his character well enough, otherwise she would never try to trick him into helping her do things -

Because the patriarch's character, actions, and the ideals he pursued could no longer be described as a good person in the conventional sense.

He's a fucking saint.

He would rather give up his own future and everything he has and has not had so far, just to let the weak and those who cannot protect themselves sleep peacefully. He has no selfish desires and his moral standards are so high that even the Pure Knights would call him an expert.

Taiyi's dream should be spotless. It is a safe haven for the weak. If such a great cause is destined to be achieved at the sacrifice of innocent people, it only proves that the thing itself is wrong. He would rather not do it.

"The insatiable glutton?"

Recalling the way the black-haired girl had chatted cheerfully with his sister that day, Sunday couldn't believe she had anything to do with the legendary glutton that devoured the stars and the moon, but...

"It doesn't matter... Even if she really is, a Commander is only a Commander after all, and cannot compete with a god..."

He looked towards the golden hour in the distance, then bowed his head and prayed silently. What was reflected in his eyes was the paradise he had promised his sister:

"As long as the Lord of Order is freed from harmony, all will be well."

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Turning her attention back to Yue Yan, she had been feeling somewhat uneasy ever since she had smelled the aura of destiny that had come from nowhere... She always felt like something was secretly watching her, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was, leaving her feeling distraught.

"What on earth could appear in Pinocchio at this time?..."

"Yue Yan!"

At this moment, Xing waved to her: "What are you daydreaming about? Let's go~"

"Oh……"

Considering that he would not be able to come up with any clues even if he died here, Yue Yan simply put the matter behind him - he would talk to Walter and the others about it when he had the chance. Uncle Yang's brain was much better than his own.

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