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Sleepless night.
When daylight broke, the entire Gengxin City had exploded.
The news that the side hall of Wuhun Palace was leaked spread like wildfire through every street.
Bishop Miles and the other three senior officials were neither alive nor dead, and not even a piece of clothing was pulled out of the fire.
Word spread faster than the wind.
Some people say it's an enemy seeking revenge, while others say it's retribution from heaven.There were different opinions for a while.
But no matter how the version changes, there is one thing that everyone understands tacitly——
The whole city was celebrating.
Almost everyone in the tea house and restaurant, including the storytellers, vegetable sellers and blacksmiths, had a bit of uncontrollable joy on their faces.
Over the years, I have been oppressed by Wuhun Palace, no, it should be said that it was Miles.
Now the big stone that was weighing on my heart suddenly disappeared, and the sense of relief almost came out of my bones.
But at the end of the hustle and bustle of the city, upstairs in the suburban inn, there was a completely different silence.
Gu Rong was sitting by the window, holding a cup of cold tea in his hand, and his eyes fell on the sleeping young man opposite.
Even though a whole night had passed, his thoughts still couldn't calm down.
He watched in the dark last night.
To deal with Miles, who is also the Soul Emperor, this kid only used his first and second soul skills in the whole process.The second soul skill controls the field, the first soul skill locks people, the toughness of the spider silk is strong, and the poisonous erosion is weird, the result is already expected.
What really shocked him was the dark lines hidden under the second soul skill that spread quietly.
That feeling...
Gu Rong's fingers holding the tea cup tightened slightly.
Could it be the field?
Once this idea comes up, it can no longer be suppressed.A soul emperor owns a domain?
This is simply a fantasy.But the suffocation and oppression at that moment last night could not be deceived.
He has lived for so many years and has seen more than one field. He will never admit that special feeling.
While I was thinking about it, there were two footsteps outside the door.
One heavy and one light, stepping on the wooden boards in the corridor made a muffled sound.
Knocked three times.
"Come in."
Jiang Li opened her eyes, and her voice was not hoarse at all from just waking up. It seemed that she had been awake for a long time and was just closing her eyes to rest.
The door opened and two people came in.
The one at the head was a strong old man, with white beard and hair, and his hands were covered with calluses and burn scars - the marks of a lifetime of hard work.He is the president of the Blacksmiths Association, the master craftsman Lou Gao.Behind him was a burly man with a simple and honest face, the vice-president Silong.
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