Chapter 1624 - 296:

Before his death, Zhao Yi didn't pay much attention to the manner of his own demise.

Because in his heart, he was still shaken by the moves of that person surnamed Li.

In the past, he had only heard of "digging at Tai Sui's head," but today, Mr. Zhao witnessed something even more audacious,

called:

Changing the lock at the Ghost Gate.

At that time, Zhao Yi really wanted to pick up Run Sheng's shovel and open Li's head to take a closer look.

This wasn't a matter of whether a normal person dared to do it, but rather that a normal person wouldn't even think such an action was possible.

Zhao Yi's biggest regret before dying was probably that he couldn't stay alive to continue witnessing the final development of events.

At this moment, the shadow also asked the same question, his voice gentle and kind, like a benevolent mentor.

It seemed as if the previous indifference and aloofness were just another side of a stern teacher, hoping his disciple wouldn't rely entirely on his master, and could become stronger and more independent, even though the disciple was now nearly melted into a puddle.

"How did you come up with this idea?"

"Because, I believe you, Master, can win."

This isn't flattery, it's the real answer.

It's difficult to fully control the detailed dynamics of events, especially when it involves the level of "immortals fighting."

Li Zhiyuan couldn't predict in advance the exact process of the struggles between the two "immortals," so he could only grasp the key points.

Believing that the Great Emperor had a larger chance of winning, the layout just needed to follow this line of thought.

The Great Emperor would win, the Bodhisattva would lose. He didn't know how the Great Emperor would win or how the Bodhisattva would lose, but in the end... the winning Great Emperor would definitely return home.

The thought process suddenly became clear.

The complicated issue of "immortals fighting" was immediately simplified to "closing the door when coming home."

At Xue Liangliang's place, it was a reserved move arranged by Li Zhiyuan.

Mr. Zhai's real identity and the shadow behind him had already been revealed at that time. The Great Emperor had been plotting with Mr. Zhai for so long, surely with something in mind, and Mr. Zhai, even without knowing it himself, instructed Zheng Hua to prepare the introducer's report booklet.

Initially not taking up this introducer's identity, probably fearing that taking over too early would make the changes too apparent, risking the Bodhisattva sensing it. But in the end, it definitely had to be taken over.

Having Xue Liangliang help at that point could earn some reward from the Great Emperor in advance, preventing oneself and companions from being simply dismissed with just a basic salary (left with one life).

Of course, Xue Liangliang's performance did indeed exceed Li Zhiyuan's expectations.

Li Zhiyuan really didn't expect Brother Liangliang to be so strong, to hold out for so long against the shadow of the Great Emperor.

This was an unexpected delight.

But when making plans, such uncontrollable variables cannot be treated as constants, it can only be like shooting three rounds whether there are dates or not.

The real trump card had to be held in one's own hands.

Only this way, could one's final benefits be ensured.

Shadow: "You, child, have so many little thoughts."

Li Zhiyuan: "It's all because you, Master, spoiled me."

Things originally didn't need to be this complicated.

Even if the Great Emperor did nothing and gave nothing, Li Zhiyuan was determined to stand on the Great Emperor's side to deal with the Bodhisattva.

The decision was made long ago, when the young Zhao Yi and Run Sheng returned to break through the situation, they didn't expect to extract any extra benefits from the Great Emperor.

No way, he really witnessed the outcome of being the Bodhisattva's white glove. After use, the Bodhisattva would dislike you for being filthy, fearing your existence would tarnish His clean reputation, and destroy you after use.

The Great Emperor, at least, wasn't angry, nor did he care.

Just like when the shadow just walked past himself, they used and discarded.

But deliberately, the Great Emperor wanted to let me hear that 'direct disciple' in the guesthouse.

No one in this world is omniscient, omnipotent, and perfect; even the Heavenly Dao was once severely deceived and manipulated by Wei Zhengdao, leading to post-traumatic stress disorder.

The Great Emperor's unnecessary action was his biggest flaw, breaking the unspoken agreement between both parties.

It should be that things I did before, even if the Great Emperor wasn't truly angry, must have made him frown or feel uncomfortable.

The Great Emperor really didn't dare give me the recognition of a formal disciple, didn't dare increase my privileges openly.

When you start calculating against me, then I can calculate against you too, after all, you started it first.

Shadow: "Disciple, you performed very well this time, as your teacher, I must reward you properly."

The conversation progressed succinctly, with obvious pacing and purpose.

Li Zhiyuan's facial skin was now too thin and too tight, so he really couldn't show his usual shy smile.

But the young man still sincerely said:

"Helping Master is a matter of course, not daring to ask for rewards."

After saying this, a sentence Li Lan once said to him over the phone unwittingly flashed in the young man's mind:

"Li Zhiyuan, you make me feel disgusted."

The boy himself thought that what he said was disgusting, but he deliberately aimed to nauseate the Great Emperor.

By comparison, the dog-lazy gift Zhao Yi gave really was inferior in class.

True anger would find a way to send a decree across the air, directly annihilating Jiujiang Zhao, rather than "performing anger" with you.

The shadow's hands became more solid.

He placed his hands behind his back.

At this moment, the Great Emperor truly harbored a murderous intent.

At the same time, the shadow's eyes became brighter.

Having lived for so long, nothing much could provoke his anger at this stage, yet it only made him feel more refreshed, like a stagnant pool of dead water had a pebble thrown into it.