One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Everyone has given up digging the bones on the ground.

Because there are too many.

More than they feel fear.

Everyone started looking for a way out.

"This is a dead end... There is no other way out. I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."

"It's not impossible."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound at the same time.

The girl came slowly, her face gradually became clear under the light of the night pearl.

"Junior Sister Nineteen, what can you do?" A disciple asked.

"Let them dig in."

"???"

them?

Everyone turned their heads with stiff necks and looked at the collapsed place.

Those elves out there?

Isn't this a joke?

"Let them dig in, isn't that...suicide?"

"Yes, there is only one road here, they are blocking the outside, how do we get out?"

"Isn't this asking us to die!"

Ling Qiong: "Since I dare to say that, there are other ways."

"If you have a way, hurry up and say it. Why are you hesitating?" Sun Beibei stood behind her companion timidly, but her voice was loud.

Ling Qiong glanced around at the people around her, and said with a pleasant smile, "It depends on your sincerity."

Everyone: "???"

"You're not fooling us, are you?" someone asked from the ordinary side.

Ling Qiong spread her hands indifferently, "Anyway, you are waiting to die now, do you have any other options?"

Everyone: "..." No.

"Then... what sincerity do you want?"

Ling Qiong smiled: "This is simple, I am a layman."

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...

He Mian also leaned in the darkness, watching the people over there cursing and confessing.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the word.

These people seemed to be offering sacrifices to her.

Especially some of Wushanju's disciples scolded her the most vigorously.

She not only accepts money from Wushanju disciples, but also ordinary people, saying that she treats them equally to show justice.

Everyone escaped, and they didn't have much money on them.

Lingqiong took it away symbolically, so as not to work for nothing.

"The money is also collected, can you say it?"

Lingqiong: "I have a witchcraft here, which can trap those elves, but it needs the cooperation of brothers and sisters."

Her strength alone is not enough.

But there is a saying that "a lot of people gather firewood to make a flame grow taller", can dozens of dwarfs be taller than one taller one?

Lingqiong taught them the witchcraft she had learned.

Feasible solutions were discussed.

So the next question...

"Can the elves outside dig?" They are quiet now, maybe they have already left.

"Then you dig?"

Between digging by others and digging by oneself, everyone rationally chooses to dig by others.

But how can the elves outside continue to dig?

"Call them." Ling Qiong said: "Maybe they are enraged, and they want to dig us out."

"..." She was talking nonsense!

They're stuck here now, as if there's really no other way to do it than language output.

Ordinary people have more say in things like cursing.

The main force was mainly composed of them, but after the scolding, Wu Shanju's disciples became angry and scolded one after another.

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Outside Baicang Mountain.

A group of people rushed to the place where the battle took place, and the chariots and horses lying on the ground could still be seen.

But the snow had already covered up the bloodstains.

"Search separately!"

Xiangtai stayed where he was, waiting for the results of the search.

They found a lot of corpses, the blood had coagulated and the remains of severed limbs looked particularly tragic.

There are disciples of Wushanju, and there are ordinary people.

"Big witch, found two disciples!"

Two blood-stained disciples were carried out with injuries all over their bodies.

A disciple was very serious and could only hold his breath.

The other one was a little better and still kept his sanity.

Phase: "Where are the others?"

"We were scattered...all with us died..."

As for the others, he didn't know what was going on.

Xiangtai led people to search around, but found no one, not even a dead body. When they were about to give up, there was a sudden tremor in the depths of Baicang Mountain.

bang——

Ice and snow rolled down the mountainside and crashed down.

"It smells like an elf..."

The figure of Xiangtai has already swept away, heading straight into the ice and snow.

The people behind quickly followed.

But they didn't see the elves, but instead saw a group of ordinary people running out with disheveled faces and Wushanju disciples following behind.

"..."

What happened?

"Is there an elf chasing you from behind?" Wu Shanju's disciple from Jingcheng went up to meet him.

"No...no. They're buried down there."

Wu Shanju's disciples didn't expect that the witchcraft they set up according to what Ling Qiong said would be so powerful.

After asking a few simple questions, Xiangtai said to go back to Mirror City first.

These people look good, but most of them are injured.

Ling Qiong hid behind the crowd and took a few glances at the Xiangtai.

Xiangtai looks much weaker than Pu Zhou. Of course, it doesn't mean that he is not powerful, but that he doesn't feel so strong.

"Are you sure it's okay?" He Mian also followed her, feeling uneasy.

He dared not go to the stage.

Dawu's sixth sense is much more sensitive than others, so he may not be able to hide it.

"Don't worry about my work." Ling Qiong patted her chest and assured, "It's all right."

The big guy with the card pocket is not afraid.

Xiangtai stayed outside Baicang Mountain and did not go back with the team.

So when they went to the city to check, no one found an elf hidden in the team.

He Mian also entered the city and disappeared without a trace, Ling Qiong didn't even have time to stop him.

But even if she stopped them, it was useless. Ordinary people and Wu Shanju were taken to different places.

Lingqiong is just very embarrassed, she hasn't seen the wings yet!

Jingcheng's disciples took them to wash and bandage their wounds, and then arranged for them to live.

On the way to the residence, Jian Yi trailed behind the crowd and walked side by side with Ling Qiong.

"Junior Sister Nineteen, we are finally at a safe place, why are you not happy?"

Lingqiong smiled bluntly: "Safe?"

Jian Yi was surprised: "No, isn't it safe?"

"It's fighting outside, do you still feel safe?"

"..."

Jian Yi thought about the experience along the way, and lowered her head.

"May I ask who is the nineteenth junior sister?"

Ling Qiong raised her head and looked in the direction of the sound. Two disciples were standing at the end of the corridor, looking at the crowd.

"she."

Before Lingqiong raised her hand, Sun Beibei identified it first.

"Junior sister, the great witch wants to see you."

"Why?"

"Junior sister will know when she goes."

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Xiangtai didn't know when he came back. He changed his clothes and sat in the hall drinking tea.

Outside the hall, the wind and snow wantonly polished the dead branches, and the courtyard was full of elegance and tranquility.

The disciple who led the way only took her to the door.

Wrapped in the cold air, Ling Qiong entered the room, and stood in front of the stage without being humble or overbearing: "The great witch wants to see me?"

Xiangtai put down the teacup in his hand: "I heard that you rescued everyone."

"No, it's the result of everyone's hard work." Lingqiong was very humble.

"How did you come up with that witchcraft? As far as I know, in Wushan Juli, you are just an ordinary disciple, and it is impossible to learn that kind of witchcraft."