Quick Wear: Welcome to the Crazy Scene

Shen Jin didn't notice Xiao Jiangran when she was distracted, just as Xiao Jiangran forced himself to forget her distraction.

There is no difference in their relationship.

The knocked unconscious Sartre slowly woke up.

From him, I learned the story from another perspective.

No matter how the throne changes, the dynasty will always stand. All the people are proud to live under its rule.

Of course, except for the high priestess and her followers who appeared out of nowhere.

"If your influence is so vast, why were you expelled from the palace in such a miserable state? Even you, the king, don't have anyone to send out?"

"What do you know!"

Sartre dug through a piece of ruins. Because of the physical labor, his whole body was sweating, as if he was being washed by water.

She would not indulge this "king". Since he was looking for something, why would she just stand by and watch and let Xiao Jiangran do the work alone?

"Victory will always be ours."

Sartre raised his hands high, bursting with strength, and threw the stone in his hand into the distance: "As long as we find the jade seal!"

"Damn the high priest."

The jade seal, as the symbol of the supreme power of the dynasty, has probably become a carrier of some mysterious power or rules in this copy, rather than a traditional symbol.

Perhaps, this is what Xiaohuang lacks.

The child has not appeared since he left in shock. No one knows whether he is seeking to settle accounts with the old ghost or hiding at home to sulk.

Or maybe you can’t see the “king” in front of you.

Sartre was an extremely stereotyped NPC, somewhat more advanced than the palace servants she had met in the palace.

But it is only within the scope of NPCs, and there is no trace of autonomous life.

He was furious when he heard the word "high priest," and he repeatedly insulted her as an evil spirit. He was also excited when he heard the word "king," and he kept emphasizing the eternity of the dynasty.

A new creation that emerges after fusion, he himself is a guide.

Yuan Ye's own rules are comparable to her authority, otherwise she would not have been forced here by someone trying to annihilate her forever.

Therefore, in this world, Shen Jin was also suppressed. He could no longer ignore the level and destroy all attacks of the natives with a single move.

In other words, she was pulled down to a lower dimension by Yuan Ye, in line with the power system of this world. The consequence of this was that she could actually get hurt here.

The backlash and depletion of energy are both acts of self-harm, or at best self-harm.

but now.

Shen Jin rubbed his fingertips that were feeling the pain.

She hasn't been hurt by external forces for a long time.

Xiao Jiangran took the lead. Ever since Shen Jin became the one who issued the task, he was even more motivated to work. If Shen Jin hadn't stopped him, this man would have searched the ruins all by himself.

His progress is the fastest.

It has penetrated deep into the ruins.

It's really a collapsed temple.

Strangely enough, temples are the places where white jade bricks should be used most.

But this temple was built on loess, and even the statues were made of fired mud, which was dusty, and several of them had fallen inside the hall.

Many more have been absorbed into the ruins.

Xiao Jiangran led the way into the temple, followed closely by Shen Jin. Sartre strode with his head held high like a king on inspection, but he followed at the end.

“It’s still quite complete here.”

The rest of the temple collapsed into a pile of broken walls and ruins on the loess.

The temple still maintained its original structure, with four pillars stubbornly propped up at the four corners, creating a safe zone.

Many statues have fallen, but the most prominent one, which is the largest one, is still standing.

It was carved from white jade, but because no one had wiped it, it was covered in dust and dirty, and no longer had its former majesty.

Shen Jin approached the statue and stood beside the cushion.

This was the place where believers used to worship and pray.

She stood quietly, gazing at the blank features of the statue.

Yes, this is a faceless statue carved from white jade.

The face where facial features should have appeared was a smooth jade surface. Although there were no eyes, it could sense the gaze from above.

"Is it the god you once worshipped?"

Shen Jin brought Sartre, who had remained silent since entering the temple, to the mat and asked, "How do you pray to it?"

Sartre was silent, with his head lowered, not daring to face the statue.

"Tell me, what is engraved on this statue?"

A silver light flashed in Shen Jin's eyes, but her ability was ineffective. For a creature without independent abilities, there was no such thing as bewitching it.

Xiao Jiangran subtly supported Shen Jin with his body so that she could lean on him to recover.

She seemed constantly tired.

"I come."

Xiao Jiangran moved the person to his other side, and now he stood between Sartre and Shen Jin.

"Isn't it the god you prayed for protection?" Xiao Jiangran's voice was filled with rebuke: "Why don't you dare look up? Do you think your dishonorable return will offend the god's eyes?"

Xiao Jiangran's exploration of the mission reached an astonishing 100%. Although the world had changed slightly, the purpose of this temple could be inferred from their past customs.

Rumor has it that the high priest came from the temple. This is probably the one they're talking about.

"no no!"

Because of the key words, Sartre seemed to be energized and no longer silent.

"I just……"

"I'm just not ready to meet my god yet."

Xiao Jiangran said slowly: "If the jade seal is here, you are not prepared to take it back?"

He casually added a stake: "Anyone can get the seal, and whoever gets it will become king. Right, Mr. Sartre..."

"No, the seal is mine!"

"I am the only king!"

Sartre grew angrier, like an exploding ball.

"Isn't that where the Imperial Seal is located?"

Shen Jin smiled and tapped the front of him with her fingertips.

Beneath the shrine, a mahogany brocade box stood prominently. Amidst the dusty ruins of the dilapidated temple, only this brocade box stood pristine, radiating a bright white light.

Sartre is not uncontrollable, but controllable under certain circumstances.

Like now, when he was answering.

"If you don't take it, we will take it."

Shen Jin's voice was bewitching, and he looked at Xiao Jiangran again: "Aran, do you want it?"

Xiao Jiangran naturally followed her words, glancing at Sartre who was meeting him from the corner of his eye: "Okay."

"I haven't been king yet."

As he spoke, he was about to walk towards the shrine.

"No, the throne is mine!"

"The king can only be me, Sartre!"

Sartre's eyes were red as he rushed towards the shrine.

A loud clang echoed through the temple, and the already dilapidated temple became even more dilapidated.

With a roar, Sat crashed into the white jade faceless statue.

From beginning to end, there is no shrine.

The statue collapsed with the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and the satyr's painful howls.