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"What is this?"

Tears of Blood carelessly threw the cloth bag at her feet. She unfolded the few scrolls of paper in her hands and picked up a few stones to press down on a corner. Hearing the young master's question, Tears of Blood squinted her eyes and laughed: "The complete set of blueprints that you wanted ah. "Look, you should be able to read Zhao Qingyan's handwriting, right?"

"It's true that we know each other, but this …" The expression on the face of the green-robed young master was rather strange. This blueprint was completely beyond his comprehension.

Tears of Blood said, "This is a detailed map of the new location that the Netherworld Valley has prepared. The terrain, humidity, and poisonous swamp have all been utilized. Opening it up from here might have cost him a certain amount of safety, but considering the structure of the entire Netherworld Valley, it was completely feasible. As a result, the amount of work needed to modify the mountain was reduced by at least 40%. As for the arrangement of the mechanism, you can take a look for yourself. "

He then unfolded another piece of paper. "This is the original mechanism of the Netherworld Valley, the blueprint for the second modification. There were a total of twenty-three blueprints he had revised twice, all of which he had drawn during his free time in the last two years. Along with this new blueprint, I also have two larger plans that can be changed and the thoughts of the 16 smaller organizations. What I have shown you is thirty percent of it. "

The green-robed young master regained his senses, "When did he draw it?" How come I didn't know? "

Tears and Blood tilted their heads. "Because these are the blueprints he asked me to hand over to Tang Xiao Ai. He asked me to correct them for him." Didn't I never remember to give it to Tang Xiao Yu? "

The green-robed young master then took out the blueprint of Weeping Moon and looked at it, "I think this one is still much stronger."

Tears of Blood said lazily: "That's for sure. He wasn't the only one who came up with Crying's blueprint. Tang Xiao was the only one who had done so, so there was no doubt he had someone else to help him. Was there no one else capable in the Puppet Palace? Also, don't forget, although Zhao Qingyan and Little Weeping are the same age, the time they spend on the mechanism is completely different. "

After looking at the blueprint for a while, the young man in cyan suddenly asked, "Then what if he fights with you?"

"I am the only person in the Puppet Palace who managed to create a perfect Puppet two years ahead of schedule. My talent should at least be stronger than his, right? Also, I have been locked up in the inner palace for a whole ten years. Other than mechanisms and puppets, what do I have in those ten years? I spent over a hundred times more time than Zhao Qingyan to learn, and then you compared me to him? The answer is very simple. "

The green-robed young master was slightly taken aback, "Are you angry?"

"Nope." Tears rolled down his eyes as the corner of his lips curled up into a smile. "I just feel a little sad."

The green-robed young master opened his mouth and shut it again.

Tears of blood fiercely clenched his fingers, and his nails that had been slightly raised sank into his palms, showing a greenish white hue. Finally, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the young man in green. "Big brother, if it wasn't for that incident, Second Uncle, Father, Tang Xiao Ai and I would have been given time to grow. Do you know what the Puppet Palace would have become? What kind of kindness from the heavens to give four unparalleled geniuses of the Puppet Palace? And how cruel are they to destroy us? "

He should have found it funny when he had praised him so highly, but regardless of whether it was the green-clothed gongzi or Gongzi Gongzi, there was only sadness in his heart without a trace of happiness.

Mo Huaijin died, Lu Chuhan lost his arm, Tang Xiao was heavily injured, and his tears and blood flowed freely.

"Xiu'er, take Ying'er with you. The farther the better." No matter where you run, remember that your second brother is the most talented genius in the Puppet Palace. His talent isn't the slightest bit inferior to your father's. If he is still alive, there will be a day when the Puppet Palace will be able to rise again. " Fresh blood dyed her snow-white dress. Her voice was still gentle, but her eyes were frightening and solemn. With a solemn expression, after abandoning her two sons, she used her life in exchange for herself and her second brother's. She also requested that in the future, for her second brother … He was willing to give up his life.

"Dad, look at my doll!" The golem in his hands was still a few steps away from being finished, but the golem which his second brother held high up in the air was so beautiful that it was dazzling to behold. He even playfully drew exquisite facial features on the figurine's face. Looking at the disciples around him who were not even half complete yet and looked like they were his own age, he felt an inexplicable sense of unhappiness in his heart.

"Xiu'er, look. If one of these parts is missing, it'll …" He sat beside his father, attentively listening to his father's teachings. It was unknown where his second brother came from. His face was covered in dirt, but he threw himself into his father's embrace without any trace of politeness, causing his father's snow-white clothes to be covered in dirt. As for the blueprint that he had spent an entire day to modify and couldn't find any mistakes in it, he just glanced at it a few times, then hugged his father's neck and said happily, "Isn't it just missing a part that will slow down the replacement speed of the hidden weapon box? Just make some dough and it'll stick. Daddy taught me to be fun! " It was simple, it pricked his heart.

"Eh? Isn't this a puppet that father is giving to elder brother? I don't want it. Didn't Dad say he'd give me an identical one when I turned thirteen? Two more years, just a minute. Oh... Brother is still learning beginner puppet techniques. Then, can I take this first? " Looking at his second brother's happy and embarrassed appearance, he nodded with great difficulty. However, the jealousy in his heart was exceptionally strong.

"A book? If you want to go, go ahead. I want to steal the key, if it can't be left in someone else's hands. " In the midst of the blood and fire, he quickly ran away, leaving behind himself, who had attempted to take away a few secret manuals. He stole out two keys, and threw the first into the central room of the mechanism at the back of the mountain. What's more important, what's the decisiveness of it? It was obvious at a glance.

"Big brother, I have a request for you." After capturing the rabbit and returning to the cave, his second brother's face was even paler than before. He spread open his hands with a key in his palm. "Big Brother, this is the place where the archives of the Ming Palace Division and the Dark Palace are stored. The detailed records and keepsake of those powers that our father secretly operated are also placed there. Elder brother, you should keep this key properly. If you must choose, I want my big brother to live on. "

His voice was hoarse and unfamiliar, "No, no, I will protect you."

The firelight shone on his pale face, his childish face, but calm as a rock: "I did not completely faint that day, I heard what mother said to you. I do have talent, but I might not live to see the day I return to the Puppet Palace. Moreover, compared to the future, I'm more concerned about revenge. My body will be a burden to Big Brother. "

"If you can't save your life, then what is the future? Brother, let's live together. " In that moment, it was as if he really wanted to die.

Brother, let us live together.

With just that one sentence, he had completely destroyed his own fortitude. He could only remember himself kneeling in front of his second brother, who had used up all his energy and fainted, and sobbing uncontrollably.

That's right, he kept calling them "big brother", while his brothers kept calling him "big brother". What qualifications did he have to be so cowardly when his little brother was still so strong?

Carrying their little brother, whose body was burning hot, the two of them wore a dilapidated raincoat as they walked through the rain with great difficulty. With every step he took, the blood that flowed out from the gaping wound on his leg would be washed away by the rain, dispersing the pink marks on the ground.

It was unknown when he fainted and when he woke up, but he was already in a safe and dry corner. His brother was sleeping beside him, his bloody hands and knees a testament to the fact that he had crawled.

He was carrying his little brother, who could die at any moment, on his back and desperately trying to escape.

After he fainted, his brother used his hands and feet to crawl away, dragging him away to a hiding place where he could only rely on luck to escape the pursuit.

Who knows … How had they managed to survive the endless pursuit in the past two years? Perhaps even they themselves would not be able to understand how they had survived — in despair.

"Brother?" Tears and Blood looked at the green clothed young master who had lowered his head and was in an abnormal state of mind, calling out to him softly.

The azure-robed young man lifted his hand and touched his mask. The coldness from his fingertips spread to the bottom of his heart, and all the restlessness and restlessness in his heart instantly disappeared. He raised his eyes and looked at Xue Yu quietly, "Did you see Second Uncle behind my back?"

Tears of Blood showed no weakness as she looked back. "So what if I am?"

The green-robed young master smiled. "It's nothing. Just leave it to you." Standing up, he turned around and walked out.

"Big brother, wait a moment." Tears and Blood hurriedly stood up and pulled at his sleeve, "Listen to my explanation."

The man in cyan didn't insist but turned around instead. He smiled and said, "Sure. Tell me and I'll listen."

Seeing his attitude, Tears of Blood could not speak anymore. She paused for a moment and then said dryly, "You have to believe me, I have a reason for doing so."

"I do. When have I ever said I don't believe it?" "Since you have a reason, then go ahead and do what you want. You don't need to tell me, and I don't want to know either."

Tears of Blood pursed her lips, "Don't be angry."

The green-clothed gongzi laughed, "I'm not angry. From the beginning, what you want to do is up to you. You've never been on my side. I don't care what you want to do, and you won't let me. If that's the case, I won't ask, okay? "

Tears of Blood looked at the alienation in his eyes and laughed, "That's fine too. Young master, take care.

The green-robed young master turned around indifferently and left in big strides.

Tears of blood remained where he was, watching him leave. The fingers by his side clenched tightly before slowly releasing them, once again clenching tightly.

Gongzi stood silently behind him for a long time, then asked softly, "Why do you have to say this?"

"It's better to retreat and advance forward." Tears of Blood sat back down, his expression indifferent, "I still don't hold enough in my hand. All these powers were built by him with great effort. I can only make use of them. Before long, he would definitely discover the problem. Rather than waiting for him to question me in the future, I might as well say something of my own accord to dispel his suspicions. "

Gong Du's eyes dimmed a bit, but he didn't say anything.

Tears of Blood tilted her head as she looked at the items on the table and muttered, "I'm doing this for your own good as well."

The more truth one knew, the more one had to bear. No matter who it was, they couldn't bear the burden anymore. That's good.