The food here at home is delicious, delicious, delicious!
Eggs have the taste of eggs, pork has the taste of pork, and vegetables have the taste that vegetables should have!
Maybe when Zhu Tou turns 40, he should find a small village with a nice environment and live in a small yard. There will be a broadband line and everything will be fine!
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In the early hours of the morning, thirty miles to the west outside the city of Bereli, in a hunting palace of the Gallic royal family, Holy Light I and Wright Dawn sat opposite each other.
The two looked at each other speechlessly. Occasionally, Wright and Chenxi would turn to look at the cyan-blue light inside the shark oil lamp. The light slowly swayed, and the unique fragrance of the shark oil filled the small reception room.
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After all, this is a palace where you stay temporarily when you go hunting, not the Palace of Victory in Berelli. The decoration of this reception room is very simple, but it has a homey feel. And the dozens of beast head specimens fixed with huge rivets on the wall,
It also gave this small reception room a strong and ferocious feel.
"The notice should have arrived, right?" Wright Chenxi suddenly glanced at Holy Light I.
"The notice should have arrived!" Holy Light I nodded.
Wright Chenxi stood up, walked in through a small door in the corner of the reception room, and then closed the door quietly. In the secret room behind the small door, thirty-six Saint Master-level Chenxi Temple
The red archbishop teamed up to activate the Grace of Dawn large magical barrier, completely covering up the atmosphere in this secret room.
Except for the thirty-six red archbishops of the Dawn Temple, there are only Wright Chenxi and twenty-six other great elders of the major temples and churches wearing various divine robes in this secret room. The most eye-catching among them are the three
A famous old man wearing a pale golden robe, the material is as moist and clear as crystal, and shines like water waves when he walks.
These three old people have lost their shape because of their old age. Their gray-white skin tightly wraps their frames. Their pale faces and arms have bluish-brown age spots the size of thumbs. Every time they breathe,
It's like a zombie groaning in a coffin, exuding a chilling air of chilling.
Including Wright Chenxi, when the clergy present looked at the three golden-robed old men, their expressions showed a hundred thousand respects, a million enthusiasm and a million fear. It was a kind of excitement.
The fear in their bones even made them dare not breathe loudly.
The three old men quietly held a golden scepter as tall as one person. They sat on round stools like statues and looked expressionlessly at the small door through which Wright came in. Their eyes were turbid, as if they had no focus.
Their aura exists in an indistinct state, somewhere between life and death, and no one dares to come within three steps of them.
After waiting quietly for a quarter of an hour, Mr. Mo's carriage entered the gate of the hunting palace. Accompanied by two disciples, Mr. Mo strode to the reception room where the Holy Light I was sitting with a relaxed and happy smile.
indoor.
Holy Light I stood up and nodded slightly to Mr. Mo: "Mr. Mo!"
Mr. Mo bowed to Holy Light I and said with a smile: "Your Majesty!"
Holy Light I narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. He said in a deep voice: "Tea... On my birthday a few days ago, the Duke of Green Forest sent tribute tea from the huge empire in the east. Mr. Mo can taste it carefully.
.”
After a slight pause, Holy Light I said softly: "I can see that sir is in a good mood."
Mr. Mo smiled. He sat relaxedly on a sofa next to Holy Light I: "Some things I have worked hard for many years have finally been accomplished, so I am in a good mood and feel relaxed immediately! I don't know.
Your Majesty summoned me so urgently, what's the matter?"
Holy Light I sat back down. He put the scepter aside, then held his hands together and gently placed them on his knees. He looked at Mr. Mo and said calmly: "There are some very
Ask your husband for advice on important matters. The resistance forces in the south are getting stronger and stronger, and they have already raised questions about my identity. They say that I am not of the blood of the Gaul family."
With a slight sigh, Holy Light I said word by word: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible!"
Mr. Mo frowned, then he nodded with a smile, and casually took a cup of tea with a green color and a faint fragrance handed over by the maid. He took a sip of the steaming tea, and then his eyes lit up.
, he swallowed the tea cleanly in just three or two mouthfuls.
Breathing out a breath of hot tea with a fragrant aroma, Mr. Mo nodded and praised: "The tribute tea of the Blood Qin Empire? It's really strange, why is the tea produced there always many times higher than the highest quality tea in the Western continent?
Is it because of water, soil and climate issues?”
Holy Light I smiled. He took the tea cup from the maid and put it on the small table beside him. He looked at Mr. Mo and asked word by word: "What about the Southern Resistance Army, Mr. Mo?"
What's the point?"
When asking this question, Holy Light I stretched out ten fingers and slowly bent them one by one.
Mr. Mo looked at the strange movements of Holy Light I in confusion. Is this counting? Holy Light I had never behaved like this in front of Mr. Mo before, which puzzled Mr. Mo. But Mr. Mo did not
He didn't take this matter seriously. He raised his head with a smile and quietly thought about how to decipher the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army.
Recently, all his thoughts have been on Idris and the Black Tiger family. Has he ignored the situation in the Gallic Empire? Holy Light I summoned him into the hunting palace in the early morning to ask about this matter
, it can be seen that Shengguang I was a little anxious. Mr. Mo shook his head gently. This was his own oversight, and he must not make it again in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo looked at Holy Light I and smiled: "Actually, it is very simple to crack down on the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army..."
When he said this, all ten fingers of Holy Light I happened to be bent. He clenched his fists and looked up at Mr. Mo: "Let's give up the issue of the Southern Resistance Army. Let's talk about something else. Mr. Mo,
I have always had deep respect for you, and at the same time I have always been very grateful to you, because it was you who betrayed my father and allowed me to ascend the throne."
Sighing softly, Holy Light I said in a deep voice: "So, I hope you will not destroy my good impression of you, because this will make it difficult for me to decide whether I should completely purify your body and soul."
Mr. Mo's body suddenly tensed up. He looked at Holy Light I and shouted in a low voice, "Why?"
Two streaks of nosebleeds dripped from Mr. Mo's nostrils. The blood that should have been thick and thin was as thin as water, and even its color turned into watery red. Mr. Mo only felt that the abundant power in his body was constantly passing away, and he hurriedly
He took out several simple black porcelain jars and poured the contents into his mouth.
Holy Light I looked at the black porcelain medicine jars with distinctive features and nodded gently: "The inheritor of the revelation of the gods, the content in that letter is obviously true. So, Mr. Mo, Ise
Da is your disciple, right? With your sharp eyes and ears in Bo Laili, you should know what I want to ask, where does the ore of Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth come from? "
Holding the scepter in his backhand, Holy Light I stood up slowly. He looked majestically at Mr. Mo, who was trembling slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Tell us the news we want, and you can continue to live.
Continue to use your wise brain to serve me. If you reject my kindness, what awaits you will be the soul magic of the Soul Temple."
"Damn thing!" Mr. Mo stood up angrily and shouted: "What kind of poison did you use in the tea? Why, why can't my potion neutralize its toxicity? You damn thing, you
..."
The small door in the corner of the room quietly opened, and Wright Chenxi walked out slowly. He looked at Mr. Mo, with an enigmatic smile on his lips: "At the end of the Ancient God War, the God of the Ocean led his thirty-two
The deputy god annihilated the mermaid empire, which was extremely powerful in the ancient times and controlled all the oceans. In that battle, the god of the sea and his deputy gods fell into eternal sleep, but the mermaid empire was destroyed after all.
Already."
"The Mermaid Empire has a very famous fallen angel potion 'Lover's Tears'. If you take Lover's Tears alone, it is just a very effective drug to help you. But if you take Lover's Tears at the same time, you also smell the burning of the Mermaid Oil."
When the breath is emitted, the Lover's Tears will evolve into the Lover's Curse."
Wright Chenxi pointed to the lamps on the surrounding walls: "Today, in order to welcome you, the respected disciples of the Enlightenment of the Gods, all the lamps here are made of shark oil. And the fact that you still have the strength to stand up is further proof that
Without your identity, except for the inheritors of the revelation of the gods, who can resist this kind of poison that will paralyze even the gods?"
"Ha, ha!" Mr. Mo laughed a few times with unknown meaning: "Why! Why?"
While Mr. Mo asked this question, he kept taking out various potion bottles made of black porcelain and white porcelain, and kept swallowing the potions that exuded various strange flavors into his mouth. While Wright Chenxi gently
He clapped his hands: "For the Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth... It seems you have not given up. Then, the Holy Mountain Prison welcomes you! Three Yuan Zong, I'll help you."
Continuous golden light shone from the walls of the secret room, and the walls of the secret room suddenly disappeared into nothing.
Three old men wearing golden robes, who looked like withered bones in a grave, walked out slowly. They didn't even make a move, but with a flash of golden light in their eyes, golden flames hit Mr. Mo's chest out of thin air, damaging his ribs.
It broke suddenly and knocked him away with one blow.
Mr. Mo let out a low cry of pain, and he crashed through the seventeenth floor wall of the hunting palace. His body flew out close to the ground, smashing the trunks of one hundred and seventy-nine ancient trees along the way, and his body finally sank deep into the mountain.
at.
All the bones in his body were groaning, and Mr. Mo screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"At the end of the ancient times, the 208 Yuanzong who established the church! Are you not dead yet?"
Wright Chenxi laughed softly: "How can an ant like you guess the greatness of life in private?" (To be continued...)
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