Dead Sea World, Evil Continent, Ideal City.

In front of a large theater with piano music painted on it, a middle-aged pianist was scooping out hot food from an iron bucket and pouring it into the bowls of residents who were lining up.

"I haven't heard Mr. Jiu play for a long time. I still remember that the music played by Mr. Jiu is so touching." A white-haired old man sighed with a glimmer of light in his dim eyes.

"Just call me Xiaojiu." The middle-aged pianist smiled slightly and gave the old man another spoonful.

Just when Mr. Jiu was about to pour the food into the old man's bowl, the old man avoided it. His wrinkled face looked to the sky and said:

"The Material Island has not produced food for thousands of years, and the light sphere that can be used for shopping has also failed. It is not easy for you to get some food. I heard that it was bought from other worlds at a high price. There are still many dangers and death.

There are a lot of people here, so I, an old man who is about to die, should eat less."

"It's okay, we will find a way." Mr. Jiu said seriously, but the old man shook his head slightly and did not take the spoonful of paste. He walked towards the distance step by step with the bowl in his hand and sighed:

"I heard that people who lived in this ocean in the past had everything they wanted and could not starve to death even if they caught fish. I can't imagine it."

Looking at the old man's retreating figure, Mr. Jiu's nose felt slightly sore. He took a deep breath, showed a sunny smile, and continued to give the residents of the ideal city a spoonful of soup that was not very tasty but could survive.

Two hours later, just when Mr. Jiu was about to finish his work, he saw the girl who came over to beat her with her head lowered. She seemed to be afraid of being recognized, so she made her hair and face dirty.

Without directly revealing that this was the second time the girl had come to fetch rice, Mr. Jiu used a spoon to scrape together the paste in the iron bucket, and then gave it to the girl who lowered her head.

"I know your family members are sick, and I will give you more injections next time." Mr. Jiu's gentle voice coupled with his warm smile completely broke the girl's defense, and she buried her head in her chest in shame.

Tears fell into the wooden bowl filled with paste, and then he ran away in a panic.

Looking at the girl's back, Mr. Jiu sighed:

"Teacher, am I not doing a good enough job?"

I close my eyes and recall the teacher who was sitting in front of the piano and concentrating on playing the piano. The sunny smile he showed when he turned his head was like light, so powerful, and the teacher himself was like a mystery hidden in the black cloak.

Even though tens of thousands of years have passed, this figure is still so clear in Mr. Jiu's memory.

Regaining his energy, Mr. Jiu said with emotion:

"I didn't work hard enough. I can't let the teacher down."

Mr. Jiu put the iron bucket into the storage ring and strode towards the Ideal City headquarters.

Three streets away from Mr. Jiu is a majestic castle full of pirate atmosphere. This is the headquarters of Ideal City.

At this time, in the conference room of the headquarters, an old man with white beard and hair was like an old naughty boy, stepping on the conference table and madly insulting the surrounding senior officials, while the senior officials present did not even dare to fart.

"Yuke, you said you've lived for tens of thousands of years and you're already old, but all your abilities are lost on a dog!"

"I sent you to transport food to other worlds, and your grandmother's place was blocked by heretical little soldiers who were neither humans nor ghosts, and you were even given a job. What do you think I want you for, a little bastard like you?

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"Boss, that's not a miscellaneous soldier, that's a group of elite heretics. They just want to starve us to death." The night guest with a beard is like an uncle with some horizontal development. He is no longer as handsome as he used to be.

"You little bastard can't even beat a bastard, how dare you talk back?" The old man was so furious that he kicked the night guest to the ground. The night guest was not angry, he picked up the stool again and sat back. He was kicked for tens of thousands of years.

Yes, he's used to it.

"Boss, let me make another trip. Ye Ke is good at assassination. It is not easy to save his life if he is caught. I am more confident in a head-on conflict. Let me do it." The silent Cang Yao suddenly said.

"You have a lot of self-confidence! Even a night guest is discovered like a little devil. You are a living target when you go out. No matter how good you are, how many can you hit? You are really a simple-minded idiot with strong limbs.

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Planton, with his silver hair, walked up and down the table anxiously, because their food reserves were no longer enough for the residents of the ideal city to survive the next month.

"Let me go." Graves, who was sitting in the corner of the room, said with a cigar in his mouth. His gray beard looked very hard, but it was meticulously trimmed. He looked like an elegant old bandit.

For a moment, everyone looked at Planton on the conference table, because Graves is the real top combat power in Ideal City, and he is one of the few eighteenth-level powerhouses in the Dead Sea world!

You know, after tens of thousands of years of soul cultivation, Graves' soul strength can be said to have reached the peak allowed by the [Mortal Realm]!

With a strong soul backing up, his confrontational ability is really strong, and cannot be compared to those "blue-deficient mages" in the early post-era era.

Only he knows whether Graves has broken the shackles of life. After all, since Hill announced the secret of the shackles, many strong men in the Dead Sea world have gone to prove it.

"Let me come too. Big Shiphead and I complement each other in ability, and ordinary heretics are definitely no match for us." said the masked woman who was like a lump of ice.

Li Mengfan has been like this since she discovered that she was no longer young.

At the conference table, Planton narrowed his eyes severely. Although he looked older, he was more domineering than before! He waved his hand and said:

"Things are not that simple. The problems we encountered are also problems encountered in other continents. Let me first go to the temple to ask the old man Judson what he means and see if everyone should act separately or work together to make a big move.

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As soon as he moved, Prondon became more and more irritable with his age. He punched a hole in the glass window of the conference room, then smashed the conference table with his foot and flew out.

"Hey, you need me to deal with it again." Apostle Ye Luo said with a headache while covering his head.

Over the past thousands of years, there have been many battles between the alliance and external heretics, and many of the alliance's backbones have fallen. The apostle Ye Luo and the outlaw Zhang Yuan are among the newly added backbones.

"I heard that Hill in Heaven is resisting an elite heresy on his own?" Li Mengfan turned to Graves and asked.

"Well, the situation I got is this. Nowadays, the Dead Sea world is in trouble internally and externally. I don't know how long Hill can last, but it seems that he did not lie to us. He and Doyle are indeed friends." Graves

Said quite emotionally.

As the word Doyle rang out in the conference room, the air suddenly became quiet. Everyone was recalling everything about that man and the miraculous light he lit before he left!

Subconsciously, Li Mengfan placed his no longer shiny hands on his chest, as if his heart was aching.
Chapter completed!