The car hovered in the air for a few times and landed slowly. Zhao Mai opened the window and poked his head out to say hello to Tessian. The king of Tyr's face was full of surprise and doubt, and his heart was full of disgust and worry. He coughed gently: "Why are you back so soon? And what's going on with your hair? Why does it seem like it's on fire?"

"Time is a strange thing," Zhao Mai said: "I don't know how to explain it to you, but I did leave for a long time and went around a big circle before I came back."

"Then why do you say goodbye solemnly? There are still many things to deal with in Tyr City. Why are you doing this for me?"

"Hey! I didn't inform you to see you off, you came here by yourself!" Zhao Mai flashed and came out of the car, so fast that Taixian noticed it at all. He suddenly appeared in front of Taixian, which really scared him and said in panic: "I am the king of Tyr!"

"I know, I know, you are the king now." Zhao Mai looked at him and patted his shoulder with both hands: "Just work hard to be your king, I have to go and play with others!" Dogian also got out of the car, swept his sharp eyes, which scared Taixi'an.

"You... are you ready?"

"Well. But there are still some old injuries caused by Carac that have not healed. Do you know who designed to frame me at the beginning?" Dogian smiled slightly: "I think you must know, after all, you are the king now!"

"I'll check if Karak had any records of this incident at the time, but you also know that the city was very chaotic at that time, and the information was probably lost."

Dogian didn't say much, but just snorted softly. Then Xiaohua and the reserve grain got out of the car, and Tyrion walked at the end. He kept touching his chest and ears, trying to find the location of the regional denier armor and language translator. Behind him, the car door closed itself, and then slowly sank into the ground and disappeared.

They returned when they left, so Zhao Mai knew very well where Shatili should be. In order to fight for better political power, the slaves of the uprising also planned to change the name of the organization because the uprising had ended and continued to be called the masked alliance, so they planned to change the name of the organization. Zhao Mai also helped them to advise on several names, including the People's Liberation Army. According to the agenda, they should gather together for a meeting today and finally vote on this matter. Shatili was also one of them.

However, Zhao Mai did not expect to see Shatili on the street.

After many years of missing (?), Shatili is still so beautiful. Her long amber hair is tied into a loose braid, and her youthful and energetic body is hidden underneath by a breathable and white robe. She lowered her head and kicked the stones at her feet while walking, exuding a cloudy aura. The biochemical man Xiao Wei followed her step by step, throwing the small stones into the direction she was moving forward from time to time so that she could kick them.

"(*￣u￣*)/Hi! Shatili, why are you unhappy?"

"Mike! You haven't left, are you not leaving? Why is your head on fire?" Shatili was panicked, and the power of magic moved according to her wishes. In Atas, water is precious, so Zhao Mai was immediately poured with sand and poured it into her clothes along her neck.

"Stop, don't be excited, my head is not on fire, this is just a magical effect." Zhao Mai opened his arms and raised his eyebrows. In the past, Shatili would jump in at this time, but this time she looked at Zhao Mai suspiciously.

"Why do I think you are different? Tell me, who hired you to joke with me?"

"It's really me, I can prove it." Zhao Mai sent Shatili with his soul and said a few words. Her face turned red and then quickly faded. "Okay, I believe it. But are you not leaving? Are you just trying to deceive me on the wild night before breaking up? I thought you left, I was absent-minded today, and I was scolded by the teacher just now. You... wuwu..."

Shadili, whose mouth was blocked, couldn't say anything. She was surprised to find that her spiritual powers and magic didn't have much effect on Zhao Mai. She finally managed to support her (actually she was released) and Shadili licked her lips: "Strange, why did you become this kind of smell?"

"It's hard to say he's still a human being." Dogian walked over with his eyes narrowed. Her armor that looked like a high-level sacred samurai was very conspicuous, and Dogian, who had been baptized by the earth, unknowingly had a more confident and powerful spirit. "Shatili, we have spent many years in another time and space through magic. It's a moment for you, but a long time for us. A lot of things happened during this period. Your microphone burned his body to ashes. This is a new body he created for himself. Can you accept it?"

"You turned yourself into a magic creature? Oh, I'm so envious." Shatili approached Zhao Mai, reached out and touched and pinched her hands, and then commented: "Apart from being weird, everything else is no different from the past. What can't be accepted? Even if you turn yourself into a golem, as long as you are nice to me in your heart and can please me, there is no difference. Will you become very strong if you change this way? Can you give me one too?"

Dogian smiled. She had known that Shatili would choose this way. Different worlds have different customs, and Atas has a long history of species transformation. The once powerful halflings were once the only intelligent creatures in this world. They established a powerful empire and then created a large number of species on this planet, so that almost all creatures have psychic powers. Humans, taurs, mantis, elves, are all local creatures created by halflings based on their own insights into the multiverse.

This world has been pursuing stronger, even in desolate, poor and painful times. If self-abuse and transformation can strengthen the psychic power, then there is no problem; if transplant magic and organ surgery can strengthen the hygiene, then there is no problem. In order to become stronger, even the Witch King has been trying to abandon his old body and thus become Atas Dragon. Zhao Mai's changes are not much different from those.

"My method has not been promoted yet. If it is used on you, you will lose your independence and become a part of me. That is not what I want." Zhao Mai hugged Shatili and said, "It's great to come back. This sentence comes from the heart!"

"Okay, don't get tired of you two." Tyrion curled his lips: "You want to reminisce about the past, can you avoid me, a poor dwarf who is not familiar with the place? And I found that there was something to do as soon as I came. The Tesian just now was a very sinister guy, and you both... what did you say, strengthen his heart to deal with you. Mike, you have to find me a job, right?"

Shatili stared at Tyrion with wide eyes and exclaimed, "You actually asked halflings for help! And he has transformed himself so much! The two eyes are different, the back is the same, what's going on with the legs? Did you use transplants to strengthen it? And on your face, have you cut your head open and have surgery on your brain?"

"Tyrion, these are all words of praise," said Dogian.
Chapter completed!