I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"It's going to explode!"

When the vigil subconsciously retreated, he suddenly watched that the figure of the storyteller disappeared in this space, and his heart trembled suddenly.

Time seemed to stand still.

At this moment, the vigil had mixed feelings.

Reason tells him that his stomach absolutely can't digest this second intensified version of the energy light spot.

He must retire.

Otherwise, Xu Xiaoshou might be seriously injured in the white cave.

Can be the same.

I'm leaving, Baiku, what should I do?

This is a very real problem.

The night watch is not a storyteller.

He couldn't smile at the coming explosion, then turn his head and let it go.

The responsibility of the red clothes is to protect the white cave and the space where the ghosts and beasts are born, so that more information can be unearthed here in the future.

Moreover, I really want to retire at this moment.

If the white cave is blown up, the companions of Lijian Grassland...

How to do?

"Is it possible that the old man is going to become a psychopath who makes a special trip and swallows an energy light spot?" Vigil was about to be furious.

He felt that Xu Xiaoshou was his nemesis.

Every time that kid makes a shot, he will hit his own weakness.

Choose righteousness or escape...

"brush!"

Thoughts can't last too long.

After realizing the pros and cons of the White Cave, Vigil couldn't choose to be alone.

Some people, some things, are destined by nature.

Wearing such a red robe, he was destined to watch the night. It is impossible to choose to escape at this moment!

"Damn Xu Xiaoshou, don't let the old man catch you—"

When the heart roared, at the moment when the sky was completely shattered, the night watch turned to meet him.

One mouth.

"Ah concave."

Swallow it!

"boom!!!"

The scene was on the verge, and the vigil swallowing into the abdomen was slower after all.

The only energy that was leaked out was the teaching radius of tens of miles, and it was wiped out in an instant.

What space, what land...

Can't hold back the power of such blasting at all!

At the moment when ice and fire were intertwined, the movement of destruction was played, the gray air current broke through the dam, and the entire white cave space trembled violently.

...

"Om!"

At almost the same time in Lijian Grassland, which was far away, everyone turned their heads at the same time, focusing on the same direction.

"what's the situation?"

Xin's pupils shrank, and this blasting force was more violent than any explosion that I had seen in the white cave in the past.

Even as far as single-point blasting is concerned.

The movement this time is almost comparable to that when the ancient book space was blown up.

"You and Vigil, fighting?"

Turning his head to look at the storyteller, Xin couldn't help asking.

"Scared the baby to death, scared the baby to death..."

The storyteller, who was entrenched in the air, kept slapping his little heart, his face still lingering.

"This Wen Ming is too messy!"

He also stared at the direction of the blast from a distance, with a very complicated expression in his eyes.

Since he was terrified, there was admiration, and a strong affection.

"It's too strong to be able to do this at such a young age. If this is cultivated..."

"Wen Ming?"

The red party simply ignored the storyteller's self-talk.

They are very familiar with this title.

Wen Ming, isn't it what the second in command of the saint slaves said, his disciple?

Isn't it the one who suspected Xu Xiaoshou... that person?

He did this blasting?

"impossible!"

The letter was immediately stunned.

This movement, at first glance, is the level that can be triggered by the battle between Zhandao and Zhandao, that is, the confrontation between the night watch and the storyteller.

How can a junior do it?

"Nothing is impossible."

Hei Ming said with a sullen face: "It's all to this point, can't you see it clearly?"

"The so-called sage slave child may not exist at all."

"If there were storytellers, sleeveless, and night watchers over there, it would be impossible for them to break out such a battle..."

Hei Ming couldn't continue.

He is not stupid.

As the former conductor of the red shirt, at this time, he can already think of something.

If the saint slaves really had two people in that place, even if it was the night watch, it would be impossible to raise any waves.

The only explanation is that it is the place of blasting, where the three legs stand together, and there is no such thing as a two-person accomplice.

But who is left in the White Cave at this moment?

Except for these people in Lijian Grassland, there are only the incarnation of the storyteller, the second child of the holy slave, and the night watch who went to other places.

According to the above speculation, it is impossible for the second son of the slave to be in the blasting ground.

Coupled with the murmur of the storyteller.

"Wen Ming..."

Hei Ming closed his eyes heavily.

Was fooled!

The so-called sage slave's second child, it is very likely that it is really fake, he is Wen Ming.

It is also very possible that he is that Xu Xiaoshou!

"Lan Ling."

Hei Ming turned to look at Lan Ling, with doubts in his eyes.

The truth is if it is true.

Then, only the last mystery remains unsolved.

——These questions that should have been reasoned out in the white cave, why didn't everyone realize it until now?

"Lan Ling, that fish knows Wen..."

"There is no problem with knowing Wen."

Lan Ling was also in a trance, and all three views were torn apart by the explosion.

But she still shook her head, interrupting Hei Ming's questioning.

"Yu Zhiwen is no problem!"

After repeating one sentence again and again, Lan Ling seemed to be more sure of his inner thoughts, and said: "The people who come to the headquarters can't be the accomplices of the holy slaves."

"So, what should be suspected is not Zhiwen, but..."

As Lan Ling spoke, his voice weakened.

How she didn't want to admit it!

But the truth is that everyone is really being fooled!

"The second child of the saint slave is Wen Ming and Xu Xiaoshou."

When he blurted out this sentence, all the red clothes on the scene buzzed with their heads, and the scene was blank.

"what?"

Believed and unbelievably looked over, he was hesitant to speak, unable to say half a word.

Then, he cast his shocking eyes on the storyteller.

Even if they didn't speak, everyone had the same question.

"If that was Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller, how could he not recognize it?"

Lan Ling also turned his gaze to the direction of the storyteller.

This is also what she wondered.

And, the key node that confused everyone's mind!

The storyteller's face suddenly turned red.

"What to look at!"

He stamped his feet with anger, and said angrily: "Are you stupid? I really think that people who come to the headquarters will not lie to you?"

"Don't change the subject..."

Before the letter was over, it was interrupted loudly by the storyteller.

"From the perspective of others, what kind of fish knows Wen, and Wen Ming is that kind of relationship."

"Don't forget, that girl is a woman!"

"Women's mind, understand?!"

The storyteller asked in a rhetorical question, and directly dumbfounded Lan Ling.

Yes!

She can do not doubt Yu Zhiwen's position.

But as a woman, how can I not know.

Sometimes, some things will indeed be involuntary, making people ignore where they are standing.

"impossible!"

After a long silence, Lan Ling shook his head categorically again: "Xu Xiaoshou can become the second in command of the saint slaves, and your storyteller can't recognize it."

"That ‘run’, do you think he can’t imitate it?"

All the red clothes were stunned.

This is a very bold speculation.

but……

Similarly, at those critical moments, could Xu Xiaoshou be so wise that he used the word "run" to break everyone's speculation directly?

This is not a simple word!

To shout out this word, it means that Xu Xiaoshou must be fully aware of all the red clothes and even the storyteller's thoughts in the ancient book space.

but!

How could he know how far Red's guess was about him?

How could he know that the red-clothed guess he knew about him was as good as what he knew?

Can't do it at all!

If he were the second-in-command of the saint slaves, he might be so sophisticated and venomous, and his grasp of the human heart was so wonderful.

But all these inferences are based on "the second in command of the saint slaves is actually Xu Xiaoshou."

And if it is really Xu Xiaoshou...

How could such a young man be like an old fox, playing with everyone in the audience between applause?

"Crack!"

Thinking of this, Lan Ling's abrupt brain flicked a thunderbolt, causing her eyebrows and eyebrows to ache a little.

wrong.

Everyone is wrong.

-Thinking inertia!

This is the answer to everything!

Before starting all the deductions, everyone actually unknowingly stood on a commanding height and tried to judge the young man.

No one would think that a young man can do that in a place where many slashing paths are entrenched.

According to the current inference, Xu Xiaoshou did it when he was in the ancient book space!

He really managed to play everyone between applause!

So, Xu Xiaoshou, who has such a record, could his mind really be the mind of a young man?

No matter how bad, his brain is definitely better than everyone standing on the grassland from the sword at this moment.

This also includes her Lan Ling herself!

"Blacklist, top of the list..."

Lan Ling suddenly woke up, and after understanding everything, he only realized that the practice of vigil was truly incredible.

She hated herself at this moment for not realizing earlier that what Vigil said was correct.

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"Xu Xiaoshou, that young man, is more dangerous than sealed ghosts and beasts!"

More than "only high, not low"!

Lan Ling lost his focus.

She saw farther than the vigil.

Judging from the record in the ancient book space, it doesn't even take long.

Just five or six years...

No, maybe even three or two years, one year!

As long as the red shirt fails to capture Xu Xiaosu within the shortest time...

Later, there was no chance even to touch the corner of his clothes again!

"Xu Xiaoshou, it's too scary..."

At this moment, Lan Ling couldn't imagine what the real face of the young man he had never met before looked like?

Does he have three nostrils and two tongues, can he do that? !

...

The White Cave, an unknown place.

This side is like a sleeping world, with no fingers out of sight.

But the second time, I was slightly disturbed by the sudden movement.

"hiss!"

The huge gap in space tears everything in the void.

The old woodcutter lay bored on the ground, staring at the darkness above his head in a dream.

"Is it going to explode outside?"

"Who is doing things?"

"Didn't you have told that dead sissy not to conflict with the red dress?"

Zenjov stood up a little uneasy, and looked sadly at the crack in the space.

"The business is not finished yet..."

Obviously, in this place protected by the Holy Emperor Weili, it is impossible for any movement of the White Cave to be transmitted.

It is almost impossible for outsiders to discover this position.

But this is the second time!

If it weren't for the kind of movement that would cause the white cave to explode, it would be impossible to affect this space.

"Are you really doing it?"

Zenjov wandered in place, and from time to time he glanced at the space cracks with furrowed brows.

Even in this place where there is no concept of the passage of time, he can count it very clearly.

It has been a long time since the first seat entered the crack.

"Not coming out yet?"

If it weren't for the "wait for me here" when the other party came in, Cenjov would definitely jump in through a crack in the space at this moment.

"Isn't it because someone couldn't find it, and fell into the space flow by himself?"

"Can you hold it?"

Zenjov was shocked by his own speculation.

He thought of the fragile bones of the first seat, when he was not moving, even a gust of wind seemed to be able to destroy it.

Do not……

The degree is lighter.

There is no "like if" at all!

"Is it possible that you really fell into the space flow?"

Cenchev tightened the small axe on his waist and thought about it. After all, he didn't dare to waste time on the spot, and he had to get up and enter the crack in the space.

"call out."

At this moment, a figure flew across the crack.

In the next second, it seemed as if he had run too far, returned from the front, and shot out.

"Cough cough cough!"

"Ahem..."

The violent cough after depression reverberated endlessly, followed by...

"puff!"

The pungent smell of blood spread, and Cenjov's entire face turned green. "Are you lost?"

"Nothing."

The masked man subconsciously wiped his mouth, but only rubbed a layer of soaked cloth.

He pressed his lips firmly, squeezing out the blood stains, and then heaved a sigh of relief, wanting to say something. UU reading www.uukANAshu. com

"puff!"

As a result, another blood spurted out.

Cenjov: "..."

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he was too lazy to comfort him, and straight to the point: "Where is the person, have you found it?"

"Yeah." The masked man took a few long breaths, and the ups and downs in his chest finally calmed down.

"How?"

"As far as the result is concerned, it's not bad."

"On the result?"

Hearing the words, Cen Qiaofu's eyes condensed: "What about the process? Have you done it again?"

"There's no way. The old guy said he found a candidate. He didn't want to cooperate at all at first. If I didn't take action, he wanted to expel me directly." The masked man sighed.

"Candidate?" Cenjov was taken aback, "Who?"

The masked man rolled his eyes immediately: "Do you think he would say?"

"Uh, that's also true." The old woodcutter gave a smirk.

"But it's not hard to guess."

The masked man changed his breath and said to himself without waiting for Cenjov to ask:

"It is not easy for the cracks in the void island to appear. This time it can appear in the white cave. It is simply a probability that there is no one in a million."

"Even, as far as I personally speculate, this may actually be the result of their layout for many years."

"Those old guys want to come out, they must seize this opportunity."

"The crack is in the white cave, where can they find someone?"

"There is nowhere else to go."

Cenjov responded with a "Yeah". He looked at the masked man spreading his hands and couldn't help but snorted, "Speak slowly."

"Great."

The masked man nodded, exhaled, and then continued:

"Dare to pick the fruit when the white cave is opened this time, it means that they have seen a satisfactory candidate."

"So, in this white cave, who are they looking for?"