Chapter 2109: Noble

For Xu Zhi, a trip to slaughter is also a spiritual practice.
There is no difference between training and jumping, boring and tasteless.
If not for all kinds of needs, Xu Zhi really doubted that he had no incentive to move forward.
Just as the jungle elf was promoted to the monarchy stage, the guru was achieved in reality, and the combat power was barely able to get it. Xu Zhi was not really anxious.
Like what remains fall into reality, Tu Long's high-risk actions, Xu Zhi doesn't care much.
But when many demands piled up, Xu Zhi only felt that there were enough reasons.
It's still a bit of a pursuit to return to people, which gives enough motivation.
When many deliberation agreements came down, Xu Zhi also took a temporary break.
He needs to adjust his mood and adjust his state to prepare for February next year.
That was Deken's chance, and also his chance.
Compared with other people who just want to blend in with the world of tempering, Xu Zhi cares about the kind of power that the world collides with.
Enough energy, but also enough energy.
Xu Zhi felt that he was only one piece away from that level.
Or you can wait for a certain day to improve naturally all the year round, or use external force to boost.
Being able to further enhance his stick will also mean that he is likely to use the power of such a collision between the world and the world to impact the Grand Master.
If it is a normal collision, Xu Zhi will naturally not do such a death-seeking thing.
But everything will return to high heaven.
The Dragon Continent will not fall to the ocean.
His chances of survival will be very high.
This was a careful calculation between him and Deken, and he also made a standard guess based on his combat power at the time.
Today he is more powerful than he was.
Xu Zhi finally quelled many thoughts.
He began to walk in the elemental world.
When gazing at the high altitude of the Elemental Realm, Xu Zhi will also look down at the world separated by the Elemental Realm.
Lower bound.
There are his contractors, there are many people related to him, related things.
There are even contractors who are hard to deal with for a long time.
Mysterio.
Xu Zhi expects that San Theo has arrived in Casa and can see Mysterio out of the temple.
But Xu Zhi was also reluctant to see Mistreo.
The soul was severely damaged, and even with the restoration of the immortal power, it is impossible to return to its original state.
Thinking of Oran Malassa's expression, Xu Zhi couldn't bear to go to Casa.
After the battle with Gwen Magnus, Xu Zhi has been waiting for the contract of San Theo to change.
Xu Zhi didn't see the contract on the portal change until the snowflakes in Kyoto fluttered.
Sancio’s agency contract: Rio wants to see you, come here early, his condition is a bit bad.
Contract: Gold coin X1.
After a long wait, many will end.
Xu Zhi looked at the contract for a few seconds and began to let go of his thoughts, and shuttled through the contract channel concluded by San Theo.
Not in the familiar palace.
This is the temple of Rui'ao that Xu Zhi has only visited once.
A place to record your great achievements is also your last safe place.
Temple.
There are not many people in the temple at this time.
San Theo, Mister Barma.
After Xu Zhi came, there was a fourth person in this place.
"Your Majesty Ruio!"
Xu Zhi looked at the old man lying in front of his eyes. It was hard to believe that this used to be a miserable Mistreo.
Blond hair has become gray.
The smooth and smooth face is wrinkled and mottled.
The strong arm is now skinny.
Compared with the old state after the resurrection of Relos, the Mistelio at this time looks like a seriously ill patient.
"Your squeak is here!"
Mistreo raised his head and made a long voice.
"What about us later?"
"Your sanity is still sober?" Xu Zhiqi said.
"That's my artifact after all, barely able to erupt and borrow a little guardian power, and the most important part has not been erased."
Xu Zhi was a little ashamed when she was amazed by Mistreo's sobriety.
The Spirit Shield [Artifact] was finally recognized by Mistreo.
Mysterio at this time obviously wanted to know the results.
The east and west continents are far apart, and only a few people ultimately participated in the decisive battle.
In addition to the puppet queen he supported, there is also a lamp god, and the rest is Xu Zhi.
Knowing that he was dead, Xu Zhi would return to the elemental realm, but Mistreo was also holding a glimmer of hope.
"Later, we won."
Xu Zhi spoke, introducing the information he learned from the contract words, and also combining what he saw when he was stared at by the dragon of time and space.
"The rainbow crystal is broken, is Imeria paralyzed..."
The old emperor's tone suddenly disappeared.
There is no winner.
He failed to compete for the Rainbow Crystal, Immelia was stabbed by the swords of the gods, Somra was sad, Xu Zhi also returned to the Elemental Realm, and he was reluctant to go down to the realm for a long time.
"Can you tell me about the Socrates hermit?"
Halfway through, Mistreo turned to another topic, remembering his former friend.
This is a small partner who has been helping him in the Western Continent.
But Socrates shrouded too many doubts, making Mistreo difficult to discern.
"I always think I've seen him before," Mysterio said. "If I can, I want to invite him to Casa."
"I don't think it's possible, please don't please," Xu Zhi said dryly: "He doesn't want to see you too."
"It seems that he may have some minor conflicts with me in the past."
"You killed him twice, but he survived."
...
This is impossible to talk about.
Mystrav suddenly extinguished the thought of inviting Hexis to Casa.
But he couldn't help but also want to know about it.
Compared with his strength, Mistelio is more conceited of his intelligence, but he also seems to be feeling that he is being dragged around.
He thought Xu Zhi was a two-faced man, and the servant finished eating the East and West, but now it seems that there are some differences.
It is impossible for a person killed by him to help him again and again.
In his actions, the Socrates hermit played a disgraceful role, but did a lot of glorious things.
This made Mistreo curious.
"Then tell me who he is?"
Misterio finally failed to hold back his thoughts.
The other party obviously won't trouble him again.
I don't have the ability to trouble the other party.
He coughed twice.
Without hope of achieving a demigod, and having difficulty recovering, Mistreo felt more and more near.
He didn't want to have a mind that he couldn't put down before he died, and things he couldn't understand would make him unwilling.
"His name is Hexis, do you remember him?"
"It turned out to be him."
Xu Zhi mentioned the name and immediately let Mistreo know where his strange feelings came from. Why does the West Continent have so many top alchemists.
After Xu Zhi said something, Mistelio had a deeper understanding.
"He's not as bad as I thought, but it's really a nasty guy who will only do bad things, not flattering, cough cough..."
A severe cough caused Mistreo to bow.
Mister Barma flapped his back~EbookFREE.me~ This not only did not stop him from coughing, but coughed up some blood clots and fragments of organs in the corner of his mouth.
But after the big cough, his face turned red instead.
The gray hair began to quickly return to golden color, and the withered face and body began to become muscular.
A spot of fish scales appeared on his forehead, and a strange light appeared in his eyes, as if he saw something, a smile appeared involuntarily.
But the weirdness of his state is more like returning to the light.
"I am coming here."
Mistreo straightened his body and smiled at the crowd. He reached over and shed tears at Mister Palmer.
"If there is an afterlife, I should be able to put down my inner considerations and racial concerns, put down the worldly vision, and watch the sea with Asina..."
His hands trembled, and he finally rested gently on the top of Mister Palmer's head, never swinging again.
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