Traveling through the world of beasts: I lead the system to the pinnacle of life

Chapter 682 682. Is This Your Choice?

"Mu Mu, did Xuan Ji leave any words before leaving?" Song Jinqiao asked.

Mu Mu thought for a while and said, "He didn't say much, he just mentioned something about the seal and asked us to pay attention."

seal?

Song Jinqiao suddenly thought that the reason why they didn't get close to the seal before was because they were afraid that the king of the dark city would seize the seal.

Her expression is complicated.

"The power of the seal may help us solve the Dark City, but is it really necessary to break the seal under the eyes of the king?" ' Song Jinqiao said silently in her heart.

She cut off the connection, at this moment more than a dozen males rushed in and surrounded her!

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Looking at the scene, Song Jinqiao always felt that something was going to happen, but she still looked calm and composed.

"This is the maid's house, and you just broke in like this?" She said calmly.

The leader was a dark-skinned, tall and mighty male. He looked at her expressionlessly and gave an order. All the orcs rushed forward, grabbed her arm, and suppressed her.

"take away."

Immediately, her wrist was roughly pinched, she couldn't struggle, she was forcibly dragged out of the door, pushed outside, and thrown into a cage made of black spar, her body moved as they lifted the cage rock.

She fell to the ground.

'Zero, go back and tell Dusk them to leave quickly! 'Song Jinqiao supported her body, leaned against the cage, and clenched her teeth.

Damn, she's exposed!
But... why?
[Okay, you pay attention to safety. ]
Without saying a word, the system turned into a wisp of green smoke and drifted into the distance.

At the same time, the Witch Palace——

Xuanji stood under the steps with a cold face, her eyes shone with coldness, her dark red eyes were so bright that she almost dared not let people look at each other, her blood red lips were tightly pressed, and her whole body exuded a terrifying aura .

"This is your choice?" He said in a low voice without much ups and downs, but he felt that he was secretly angry.

At this time, he has no power, and is completely a weak male, and it is none other than his most respected Siwu, who is also the orc who led him out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The orc on the steps was already an old orc. His short hair seemed to be covered with a layer of hoarfrost, and he was wearing a snow-white robe, which seemed to be a bit of a fairy.

With his back to him, the old orc stood with his hands behind his back, his cloudy eyes stared at the endless sky outside, and he sighed for a while.

"Xuanji, how many years have I taken you with me... It's been many years. After so many years, you are getting stronger every day, but I am getting worse every day."

"Watching those orcs grow old and die, I was thinking, when will death befall me..."

"I'm very scared, afraid of being buried in the soil..."

Xuanji's face was tense, the wide sleeves covered his tightly clenched hands, and the slender and thick eyelashes could barely cover the dark light in his eyes: "So you chose a heretic... What can a heretic bring you? To live longer? You should understand that it is impossible."

Except for God, no orc can live with the sky.

The old Si Wu didn't say anything more, just quietly looked into the distance.

Their conversation broke up like this.

Xuanji sat at the table, looked at the quilt on the table, but a beautiful image popped up in her mind.

"Hope you succeed..."

Chosen Messenger...

(End of this chapter)