At night, the little goblin who learned that the five King Kongs would join the battle tomorrow couldn't help but said, "I want to go too."
"Don't stir up trouble." Dongchen, who grabbed the soft and delicate body that was moving around and felt hot in his lower abdomen, pinched Ai Wei'er's round and pretty buttocks hard: "It's hard to say what the outcome will be tomorrow. You and Bei
Gobbold keeps the car and is ready to support at any time."
"You bastard, Vegeta and the others can go, why can't I?" Grabbing Dongchen's vitals, Ai Weier's pretty face turned red and she bit her silver teeth and shook her hand threateningly.
"Hiss..." No matter how strong the body is, there are still weaknesses. If a vital point is attacked, Dongchen tightly hugs Ai Wei'er into his arms: "Little goblin, you asked for this."
The weak screams, the trembling ground, and the sound insulation of the alloy car were all unable to withstand someone's torment. King Kong, who was leaning against the wall, couldn't stand it anymore and complained to Vegeta frantically: "Head, can you
Talk to the boss and ask him to lower his voice. This life will be impossible."
"You have to go."
Vegeta was not fooled. King Kong raised his fist angrily and smashed the floor twice.
Feeling the boundless resentment rising around him, Bujie loudly announced the name of the Buddha: "Namo Fudo Bodhisattva, if the mind is calm, it will be clear, and if you don't listen, you will be clear."
"I'm going to the cab." King Kong, who was full of resentment, heard the increasingly clear and seductive cries behind him. He arched his body and fled into the cab like a shrimp. A bunch of unscrupulous companions looked at him.
He laughed in embarrassment: "This boy is in love with his youth."
As the saying goes, if someone drinks cold water while being fucked, their teeth will be choked. King Kong, who was aroused by a shameless guy, almost burned out, but rushed out soon after entering the cab.
The companions who were still laughing were all stunned! What is going on? Just now, you were hunched over and your face was red. Why did your face turn dark after such a short time?
The other King Kong, who had no idea what he was thinking and was extremely curious, got up and walked towards the cab. As soon as the door opened, a puff of thick smoke and a strange smell rushed towards him.
Very familiar taste!
King Kong breathed hard with his big nostrils pointing up to the sky, while the black-faced King Kong beside him was gagging happily.
Others' pain is one's own happiness. Full of anger, he walked back to his original position and sat down. Listening to the soft gasping behind him, the black-faced King Kong closed his eyes in contentment.
not long time……
"Fake, you're a scumbag." He cursed and rushed out of the cab. King Kong, who was extremely curious, slammed the door, his face black and livid.
"What's going on?" Vegeta raised his eyes and looked strangely at his two companions.
"See for yourself."
Vegeta is the leader in battle, but not in normal times. When two are fighting against one, Vegeta will have to lie down no matter how powerful he is. The two Kongos, who are expecting disaster for their companions at the same time, look at each other, bared their big teeth, and reveal the same look.
Bad smile.
Seeing the wilted looks of his two men, Vegeta rolled his eyes twice and wisely did not fall for the trap.
The happy atmosphere lasted until early the next morning, when the fourth day of the Apostle War began.
"let's go."
On the top of a hill with a wide view, Dongchen took the lead and jumped out of the hover car. Shortly after landing, a series of booming and muffled sounds came from behind him.
"Bah! What the hell did this damn bastard choose to do to get rid of all the dust on his body?" He slapped away the dust on his body, and the five King Kongs with thick nostrils covered their noses and kept coughing, with unspeakable words in their mouths.
Earthy smell.
Recalling what the brothers had done together this morning, Vegeta turned back to look up at the Despair flying away, and cursed: "Faq! He must have done it on purpose, this bastard."
Half squatting on the ground, he carefully arranged the little angel's clothes. Dongchen stood up and looked sideways: "Stop yelling and hurry up."
The location was specially chosen, far away from any forces, and the group moved forward quickly.
As the distance gradually got closer, a strange and incomprehensible depression surrounded him, and he became heavier and heavier.
"Stop."
The dull breathing was like blowing a bellows, wheezing and wheezing, Vegeta aimed at the big tree next to him and punched it.
The unique strength of the orcs shook the tree trunks with a muffled creak, rustled softly, countless green leaves fell, and in the blink of an eye the world turned green.
Looking up into the distance, there is an empty space ahead. The towering mountain peaks cut it in the middle, and sections of bright arc-shaped steps extend upward.
Looking at these steps of the same size, Dongchen's eyes suddenly condensed. These steps were cut out with a sword!
That's right! Although I didn't witness it with my own eyes, these steps were indeed cut out with swords.
The remaining arc is so eye-catching and unique in the eyes of the sword wielder.
The person who cut these steps must be a master of swordsmanship.
Anyone who has dabbled in swordsmanship can do it if he wants to cut out such a section of steps. However, if he wants to cut out two identical pieces, the difficulty increases more than ten times. What's more, there are definitely more than ten steps in front of him.
class.
The soil quality is different, and the stones contained are also different. When quarrying the same cliff, the rocks are different in each place. Cutting with a sword requires not only strength, but also skill.
But these steps in front of me are different. The people who cut them are completely reckless. There is no technicality at all. No matter what the sand and gravel are, it is just a sword.
This sword is extremely confident. This sword ignores everything.
Facing such a master of swordsmanship, Dongchen knew that he had no chance without taking action.
He is the Skeleton Emperor?
Walking forward slowly, following each step, the steps in front of you rose higher and higher with each step, and finally you reached the top.
The brilliance was dazzling, and they were lined up in pairs, with a total of eighteen knights standing with swords in hand. Looking at these guys wrapping themselves in tin cans, and looking at the cross swords they held in front of them, the corners of Dongchen's mouth twitched crazily.
I was wrong, very wrong! The person who cut these steps was not one person, but eighteen people, eighteen swordsmen, eighteen masters of swordsmanship.
There is no aggressive gaze or majestic momentum, just silence.
Eighteen knights stand like statues, guarding a stone throne.
Skeleton Emperor...Saffleg!
No explanation was needed, just by looking at him, Dong Chen knew who the man on the throne was.
This is an unruly person, a decisive person, and a self-centered person. This kind of person cannot tolerate the refutation of others, and this kind of person should be the overlord of the world.
Yes, Dongchen only felt that Safeleg was the overlord of the world, not the emperor of the world.
Some emperors have the courage to dominate the world, and some have the heroic sentiments of the world. The emperor's mind has the world in his heart. The emperor's wisdom makes decisions all over the world.
The domineering Safeleg in front of him was revealed, and he had the courage to kill the world. Dongchen believed that this guy definitely had it. But he definitely had no intention of caring about the world. What Safeleg brought was only killing.