The layout of Bagua City is very special, one of which is reflected in the fact that all roads of all sizes in the city are connected, and there is no dead end in the city.

When the vital energy moves and the heaven and earth stand, the creation is carried out and all things are used. At the beginning of the construction of the Bagua City, Mingtang calls it the place where the nine qi gather and the nine qi gather. The nine qi condenses, and the sun, moon, and stars are thus bright.

In order to prevent the breath in Bagua City from scattering and living without being stiff, the whole city not only has a dead end, but also has a street that is completely blind.

"You can actually pick such a corner. The designer of Bagua City must be very pleased." Every year, the sunlight was like the cloak behind her, blowing away and falling by the dark wind in the alley.

"I have a task for you." Simere's tone was faint, and there was no expression on her face.

Nian scratched her head every day. She thought she had a good relationship with Simire, but she didn't expect that after a long time no see, there was no friendship for a greeting.

"What's the task?" Based on the principle of acquaintances not talking nonsense, he asked directly every day, and was also looking forward to what benefits the boss of this camp would give him this time.

After all, the situation is complicated now, and she is the only new force on Simier who can fight every year (the bandits probably will have to hide for a while). The task given to her at this time must be very powerful and important, so the reward-

"Assassinate the National Master."

"hat???" Niannian asked in disbelief by clearing her ears and confirming that she had heard it correctly.

"I want you to go to Chang'an and assassinate the national savage." Simire repeated expressionlessly, his tone calmly, as if he had just asked Niannian to buy an orange.

"tf????" Niannian couldn't help but curse and finally saw a crack on Simire's ice cube.

"Are you a new way to joke?" Niannian still wanted to confirm, although Simire's eyes told her that he was serious.

"Why am I kidding you?"

Simire's tone was cold, and the implicit meaning in just one sentence made Niannian calm down instantly. She carefully observed Simire's expression.

"I refuse."

After saying three words seriously every year, he immediately turned around, raised his eyelids to adapt to the sun, and shook his head and walked out.

"Don't you want to know why you can't go offline?"

step.

"Don't you want to regain your lost memories?"

Two steps.

"You don't want to know what you are-"

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"Come and take on the mission." Simire raised her eyebrows, as if she was a little proud.

"What are you going to do? Or did you take the wrong medicine today?"

Standing still in place every year, the darkness in the alley was slowly receding, and a heavier shadow spread under Nian's feet, stationary in front of Simere as the tilted sunset was still.

Simire's face became increasingly blurred, and his mind became increasingly difficult to understand every year.

"Well, no matter whether you take the medicine or take the wrong medicine, as a conscientious NC, you always have to say something more, right?"

I returned to the main topic every year, but I just made some ridiculous words in this sentence.

Simere sighed and took a step forward, the shadows of the two overlapped, and he took another step.

"You go to Chang'an and participate in the selection of caravan guards in the court. After passing the selection, you will meet the national teacher. At least before you set off, the national teacher will show his face."

"And what? You asked me to hold a bow and shoot him to death with an arrow, and then be killed by a random knife?"

"The national teacher is the nine-colored fairy deer." Simier did not answer, but just looked at Nian's eyes.

"I have guessed it, so what?" Niannian stared back unwillingly.

""There was not an expected reaction, and Simire frowned, as if she wanted to ask the details she learned every year, but in the end she chose to remain silent.

The sunset approached the horizon, and the early night wind kept passing through the alley. Nian Nian suddenly remembered the cloak that Qi Youfeng gave him, glanced at Simier, and took out the box that Qi Youfeng gave her at that time.

As soon as she put the cloak on her body every year, there seemed to be a wonderful connection between her and the cloak. She raised her hand and touched the collar, and her fingers stayed at the unbuttoned place for a moment, figuring out how the equipment was bound.

The new cloak shook open every year, and the fine and exquisite decoration on the cloak shone slightly, and the light source came from the girl's green eyes filled with smiles.

Is the color of jade warm?

Looking at Niannian's eyes, Simire suddenly thought of such a question.

He stared quietly, and it seemed that the cloak was well-made, with a comfortable latte color flowing across the girl's shoulders. The drooping texture and the flowing lightness made people wonder if this cloak really existed.

Lightweight?

Simire raised his hand and rubbed his eyes. He looked closely and found that the cloak was still the same, but it seemed to have an extra layer of translucent outer cover.

So, is this really floating into the sky every year?

What skill is this? Floating? Can it fly?

Simire looked up at Nian Nian as he was floating higher and higher, and he felt a little unresponsive, and the confusion on his face was undoubtedly revealed.

Every year, she hung in the air, a little helpless because she found that she could not get down. She lowered her head and looked at Simire awkwardly for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter.

Almost at the same time, Simire couldn't help laughing. He quickly lowered his head and coughed lightly, and then looked up and found that Nian was moving around in the sky. He opened his limbs, hugged his knees and formed a ball, and finally waved his hands hard.

"well"

"What's going on with you?"

Simire had no choice but to use the floating technique to float to Niannian, holding a corner of her cloak so that she would not float up any further.

“This cloak comes with a floating air”

Every Nian felt her cheeks were very hot and she wanted to find a hole in the ground, but now she was only suitable for finding a hole in the wall horizontally.

"What is the specific description? What is the principle?" Simire looked at Niannian's eyes, suppressed his smile, and asked slightly stiffly.

“Adjust weight to lift and lower.”

"How did you float up just now?" Simere was also the first time he came into contact with this kind of equipment, so it was difficult to easily judge the logic.

"Imagine yourself becoming lighter, as light as feathers." He told the truth every year.

"Then why can't you get out?"

"I'm afraid I'll just fall into the ground." Every Nian wanted to make myself heavier, but I couldn't handle it well, how "heavy" it should be. What if it's too heavy and turns myself into a lump of iron?

"Smash into the ground?"

Simire immediately understood the logic of every year, smiled faintly, and reminded him

"Don't think about how heavy you are, it might be better if you think about it the other way around."

"in turn?"

I changed my mind obediently every year and tried it again, and sure enough, my whole body began to slowly fall.

"You can practice more often. Since you are adjusting your weight, you may think from the perspective of gravity."

Simire also fell down year by year, stepping on the ground with her at the same time.

Every year, he turned around and felt a little resistance from the cloak. When he looked down, Simier's hand was still tightly clutching a corner of the cloak. Simier was awakened by this glance, and quickly took a few steps back and retreated to the darkness beside the wall.

Amid the heavy footsteps of Simeer, Nian Nian watched the cloak that had returned to smoothness, and the craze on her face quickly subsided, as if nothing had happened just now.

"The national teacher is the Nine-Colored Fairy Deer. His two restrictions disrupted the original layout, especially shortened the preparation period for caravan travel, causing Chinese players to lose a period of time to enhance their strength."

Niannian said while tidying up her clothes.

"I heard something from the Nine Colors Deer." After Simire said that, she shrugged indifferently when she saw Niannian.

"I thought you could be more honest." Niannian looked up at him.

"After taking on tasks, doing tasks, and after the task is completed, I will tell you what you want to know." Simire said calmly.

"I don't want to take a suicide mission." Every year is tough.

"This," Simire hesitated for a while and compromised, "If you don't force assassination, just sneak into the caravan."

"Then what?"

"I'll come to you again."

"Speak again, or give me the answer?"

He took one step every year. Although he was not tall, he had an inexplicable sense of oppression, which made Simir take a small step back again.

Niannian suddenly felt that he was rushing into a black hole recklessly. The light in front of him had a twisted illusion, and was also distorted, and the voice of Simire
Chapter completed!