The headquarters of the Young Marshal's Army, Jiangdu City

The night in midsummer is hazy, and the moonlight is gently cages like a tulle, and the beautiful beautiful night that is decorated is like a dream and a fantasy. Under the stars and moonlight, the mansion that the great master will never leave is silent, with lights like beans, like ghosts and ghosts.

It was still the old Buddhist temple, still half a green lamp, an ancient Buddha, the calm chanting of scriptures came, and the ups and downs made people feel a sense of peace and peace. A small figure sat quietly in the Buddhist temple, and the quiet back looked particularly cute.

This "cute" child is the third-large-powerful figure of the Young Marshal's Army. The "Demon Angel" will remain unchanged... Even if his angel-like face is covered by evil spirits at this time, it still forms a different kind of charm!

——The "Devil Angel" will remain the same. This seemingly childish beautiful boy is the embodiment of elegance and gorgeousness...

A chime sounded like a "clang~~" and a volume of Diamond Sutra. The Buddhist temple was trapped in tranquility. The moonlight outside the window quietly sprinkled, adding some vitality to this darkness.

"A Xiang, your heart has not calmed down." A faint voice came from afar, making people unable to help but want to find out what kind of stunning looks like the owner of this voice would be.

"Master, disciple..." Jiang Bulixiang paused slightly, as if he didn't know what to say for a moment.

After a long silence, the faint voice came from afar again: "A Xiang, what are you resentful of?"

When Jiang Bulixiang heard this, he suddenly became violently shocked. He paused for a moment and then bowed down and said in a deep voice: "Master, I don't have any resentment in my heart, I just..."

Before he could finish speaking, the faint voice interrupted him and said directly: "Axiang, do you want to say that you are just a little sad or excited..." He paused slightly and saw that the Angry will not speak for a long time, as if he had agreed, but the back sighed softly and said slowly: "Namo's great compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva, Axiang, don't you understand? Thinking but not forgive, it's hard to explain... Isn't this just resentment?"

Jiang Bulixiang leaned over to the ground, heard this for a long time, and then said slowly: "Master, after the Tubo incident the day before yesterday, Brother Zhong was stimulated again. He had repeatedly expressed in front of his disciples that he was not good at government affairs and almost had a lifelong task. He had decided to retire, and he was just waiting for everyone to discuss who would take over the foundation of the Young Marshal's Army..." He paused here and then said in a deep voice: "... Although Brother Zhong originally wanted to retire, he was concerned about the funerals of the brothers and was reluctant to make a lot of trouble. Who knew that the fat man had so many troubles that he caused me to be in trouble and caused such disputes again. As a result..." Speaking of this, he kept silent, but the faint light in his eyes was even chilling!

The back in front of the green lamp was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked quietly: "So, tell me, A Xiang, what did you think about this matter at the beginning?" Although he had not turned around, his back seemed to have witnessed the resentful eyes of the same resentment. The faint voice faintly had the charm of the Sangyin Zen singing, which unknowingly washed the hearts of the world.

It seemed as if it was poured down by Qingyin's head, and the resentment in Bulixiang's eyes had been slowly released. All that was left was a confused expression on his face. Coupled with his lovely face like an angel, he immediately sprinkled a holy manner. If he was seen at this time, who would believe that the innocent child in front of him was actually the young marshal's army, and he made a decision to kill and push the young marshal's army to the current grand occasion!

Shaking his head blankly, hesitating and saying, "Master, I don't know, or maybe... I didn't think about it at that time..." The low voice was as clear as water, and it made people feel that everything he said was the truth.

——The reason why Jiang Bulixiang has such an almost evil influence is not only his cute image as a boy, but also because of his "truth", a pure and crystal clear and flawless "truth"... makes people feel that how "truth" a person is so "truth".

"I didn't think about it..." The answer seemed to be in my heart. I sighed softly, and the back in front of the green lamp said quietly again: "Axiang, maybe... you should think about it." The last sentence was deliberately slowly reread by the back, and the strange atmosphere followed.

Behind him, Yun Bulixiang had slowly sat up, and with the sound of his back, Bulixiang's eyes changed, and finally gradually became clearer.

"Think about it... why did I think about it without thinking about it at that time... Why did that fat man think of things that can be mastered by all but I have no idea..." As he murmured, his expression of immortality became heavier and heavier. An answer that he had never considered or avoided from the depths of his subconscious mind quietly came to his mind: "... Could it be... deep in my heart that I was still inadvertently despising those NPC consciousness? It turns out... I am really not as good as him!" The past scenes turned around, and the heart suddenly shocked.

Sinking into it, but being transcendent to it, in this game world where real fantasy is hard to distinguish, how many people can "play" the game seriously" like Wang Dafu...

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It was a very wonderful state. The fat man and all the players of the same level as him, such as Fangniao, Minghuo, Chu Feixiang, Junke nobles, psychologists, etc. They knew clearly that they were playing games, but they really devoted their feelings to it.

They will always "consider" the emotions of NPCs naturally; instead of inadvertently, they will always want to "arrange" NPCs' lives... Even if this is "real" and will be so difficult to escape from the world.

This is just a very subtle difference, but it is this small difference that is so subtle that it is almost negligible that it has caused a huge difference between the fat man and others in the minds of NPC!

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The Buddha chime sounded lightly, and the sound of chanting scriptures started again. Suddenly, the back in front of the green lamp became even more "sudden"...

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The fat man who was more real than the most real boy was at this time, and he was mixed with the disciples of the Tianxing Sect and tried his best to show his "reality".

The settlement problem of the demon and blood clans was successfully solved. Although the one who thought the most difficult was proved to be troubled by mediocre people; the one who thought the most difficult was easily solved in just a few words; but those who thought they didn't spend money at all had to take out a lot of gold coins... In short, everything was refuted to the original idea, but the fat man was absolutely relaxed and happy!

Just kidding, racial diversity is definitely one of the important potentials for territory development. The simplest example is - without the help of demon soldiers, let alone the first achievements, "Battle of the Valley Plains", it is a question whether the six-pointed star can escape unscathed!

——The same is true for the two newly joined races!

The individual soldiers of the blood clan are powerful and proficient in ancient Western magic. They are also unique in alchemy research... In addition, they are relatively proficient in Western aristocratic etiquette, history, geography and other projects. In addition to military, they also have this immeasurable impact on the economic, culture and other fields of Green Willow City.

Because the individual differences are too great, it is difficult to generalize. However, as they traveled from different spaces, they can first bring endless inspiration to Green Willow City in the field of thought. In addition, in terms of practical technology, the residents of the demons from other worlds often bring many strange practical technologies. Although the metropolis are some funny techniques that make people laugh and cry, there are many wonderful ideas. For a territory, it can be said to be a surprise and unknown exploration. To put it bluntly, it is like buying a lottery and winning a jackpot. Whether you can win five million depends entirely on your personal luck, character, and appearance... For the last point, a fat man still has a very small confidence!

From the above introduction, it is not difficult to see that both the demons and the blood clan are very powerful races and are very important to the territory... Well~~ Of course, all the twelve intelligent races are very useful, such as the elves that had settled in Green Willow City before, the demon race, even the undead skeleton franchise. In terms of heart, the fat man did not realize one-tenth of their potential!

——To just treat them as special military forces is simply a waste that can be called "crime"...
Chapter completed!