People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

"How is it? This is an extraordinary item, handed down from the ancestors. It can be brought into a dreamland without spiritual envelopment at all."

Edward had a mysterious face.

"Where did you get it?" Ning Xiuyuan asked.

"It’s not about the ancestral...hehe, I know I can’t keep you from it. To tell you the truth, I found this, but I didn’t expect it to be a baby. Guess what? I am chanting a spell to enter the land of dreams, this stuff Just follow over there, and you tell me, this is not a baby, what is this? How about it?

Edward asked shyly.

"Close, Shi Langer."

Ning Xiuyuan took out a ten Langer silver coin and flicked it over with a beggar look on his face.

"Hey, this is too little, this..." Edward wanted to say a few more words. Seeing that Ning Xiuyuan was about to grab Lang Er's money, he quickly threw down his lantern: "Well, I'll give it to you. Who makes the two of us have a good relationship!"

After finishing speaking, grease the soles of your feet and slip away.

-This crystal lantern, he had already found someone to appraise it, it was just an ordinary lantern, and it was a fool like Pico, who was willing to pay for it!

…

Glancing at Edward's back, Ning Xiuyuan's eyes fell on the crystal lantern, and there was a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

He doesn't know if this is a coincidence?

Or some kind of fate?

He couldn't believe it was a coincidence, and hoped it was a coincidence!

In the entanglement, Ning Xiuyuan took a slight breath and stretched out his hand to lift the lantern. The long-lost feel of the handle made his mind sway.

‘If it’s not a coincidence? What does that mean? ’

‘The role of the light watcher? ’

‘A reminder from the God of Dawn? ’

‘Or, is it just the special of this lantern? Will it return to its owner in various unknown ways? ’

The tedious thoughts, like the rancid bubbles in the swamp, burst in the stirring of consciousness, releasing malice.

Ning Xiuyuan had to harbor malice.

Because the world has always been malicious to him!

"Why don't you throw it again?"

"No!"

"If it's a coincidence, it doesn't make much sense to lose it."

"If it is not a coincidence, if you lose it, you will return again, and even anger the God of Dawn."

While his spirituality was swaying, Ning Xiuyuan took a slight breath, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

The lack of knowledge and lack of strength made him seem a little powerless in the face of the unknown.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiuyuan stood up and cleared the stall.

He didn't leave the black market, but walked deep into the black market, following Piccol's memory, stopping in front of a hut with a curtain.

Pick up the opening cloth and step into the cabin.

Looking around, the room was pitch black, as if you were in a chaotic universe, only the bluestone ground under your feet revealed a bit of rationality.

There was a table at the front door, and a white-haired old man sat behind the table.

"Welcome to visit, Mr. Pickle, what can I do for you?" The old man's face was full of enthusiasm, but his body remained motionless.

"Yarak Mountain!" Ning Xiuyuan approached generously and sat down at the table: "Do you know this place?"

"How did you know this place?" The old man looked serious.

"A magic book." Ning Xiuyuan said casually.

"Hehe, botched excuse, came to ask the people in this place. Nine out of ten people are like this." The old man laughed.

"How much?" Ning Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes.

"It depends on how detailed you want? A rough introduction, only three hundred Langer, if you want more detailed information, such as the past and present life of Mount Yarrak, such as how to get here, the price can be expensive."

"Really? Old man, don't play imaginary with me, just give me a good word."

Ning Xiuyuan imitated Piccol's temper.

"Young man, don't be so angry! If you want detailed information, look at the members of the neighborhood, and I will give you a 10% discount, 18,000 Langer!"

"Robbery, you?" Ning Xiuyuan said angrily.

"The price is clearly the same as you. I love buying or not." The old man narrowed his smile and became cold.

"I don't have so much money, the money is in the goods, is it possible to barter?"

"No problem, who made us a neighbourhood?" The old man smiled again.

Ning Xiuyuan smashed the rest of the goods on the table.

"Not enough." The old man said.

Ning Xiuyuan gritted his teeth again, took out some extraordinary materials from his arms and pushed them on the table.

The old man waved his hand, and the table was full of materials, swept away.

"Say it!"

"Don't worry."

The old man waved his hand slowly, and the curtain of the small house suddenly solidified and turned into a wall, telling potential customers that the black-hearted old man was waiting for guests and waited patiently for the time being.

"This Yarrak Mountain is located on the far north continent. No one knows its exact location... Don't worry, listen to me slowly, and promise to make you worth the money. I won't smash my sign."

"It is rumored that this is the old battlefield of the gods. The battle of gods makes the environment here quirky and difficult to distinguish. Suddenly in the midsummer, and then in the cold winter, various monsters emerge in an endless stream."

"Among them, many monsters have their own extraordinary characteristics."

"In addition, the War of the Old Gods also left countless treasures here. It is said that some people have found God's blood here."

"All in all, if you want to get rich, going there to try your luck is definitely the best choice."

Ning Xiuyuan snorted coldly: "It's so easy, would you still sell second-hand information here?"

"People are old and can't run anymore." The old man sighed, and immediately smiled: "How do you know that I haven't been there?"

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The old man smiled and handed an envelope.

"The far north has been cursed by the old gods since ancient times. Few people can reach here, except for Carol's ice floe ship. He will dock at Johnston Island at the monthly new moon. Three hours, this is a letter of recommendation, the specific time, when the time comes."

Ning Xiuyuan accepted the letter suspiciously.

"Remember, with enough money, he is more greedy than Wycliffe's death whirlpool!"

"Through the fantasy dreamland, can't reach it?"

"You can try!"

Ning Xiuyuan pondered for a moment, then asked some more questions, and then he got up and left after no doubt.

Mount Yarrak? The battlefield of the old gods?

Thinking of the information revealed by the black-hearted old man, Ning Xiuyuan fell into deep thought. He was wondering whether to respond to Yavumza's call?

"Giggle—"

The strange roar full of spitefulness suddenly echoed in Ning Xiuyuan's ears.

Ning Xiuyuan's eyes widened in astonishment, and he suddenly realized that he, who had left the black market, stepped into the darkness again silently!

Countless deformed monsters barked at him in the overlapping darkness, seeming to break through the cage at any time.

Ning Xiuyuan's face went dark.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he evoked the crystal lantern and flicked his fingers, and the Balrog fell into the wick through the crystal lampshade.

The faint candlelight drew the darkness away.

Ning Xiuyuan raised his head and looked into the air. The Gate of Silver Key appeared in front of him again. He tried to move away from time and space, but found that he couldn't get close at all.

"The personality is here, but isn't the power yet?"

During the experiment, Ning Xiuyuan stepped into the world again.

Before he could see the surrounding scenery clearly, a voice full of tearing souls came from the deep sea across the dimension of dreams.

"Old Person, Arthurs, it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"