The little fox in neon feathers was sacred and arrogant. Her beautiful face suddenly became distant and unfamiliar. In the distance, a large group of Behemoth nobles chatted nonsense with the people around them, but their eyes flickered from time to time.
Xiang Liu was shocked, and their eyes were a little gloating.
Liu Zhenshao's smile became slightly embarrassed, and he touched his nose in a hesitant manner: "Helen, stop joking..."
"Who is kidding you?" Helen's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of disgust appeared in the corner of her mouth: "I came here this time just to draw a clear line with you. You and I are basically people from two different worlds.
"Starting on a desert island was a mistake. It's a pity that I have lived in the nightmare of a mistake for so long."
"Now, it's time to wake up." Helen's voice was as cold as ice and as hard as iron, and her eyes were full of disdain and refusal to melt.
"What's wrong with you?" Liu shocked his eyebrows and frowned. Mo'er's chest puffed up. Just when she wanted to stand up, she was roughly pulled behind by Old Liu.
"It's none of your business!" Liu Zhancheng pointed at Mo'er with a cold look.
"Tell me, who made you become like this?" Liu's shocked eyes turned to Helen's face, and then drifted towards His Majesty the King in the distance.
His eyes were as cold as the frozen snowfield, and his gaze was like a flash of lightning in the dark rainy night, revealing a heart-stopping viciousness. Several Behemoth warriors who looked like Ouchi masters were intimidated and intimidated by this gaze.
With strong force, he carefully protected His Majesty the King's side.
Liu's shocked gaze returned to the little fox's mesmerizingly beautiful face.
"You are not only ugly, but also vulgar. Besides fighting and killing all day long, what else can you do? Can you bring me a stable life? Can you give me the admiration of others?" Helen crossed her arms, looking beautiful
His face revealed an unflinching ruthlessness: "Our world is completely different from now on. I hope you won't hinder me anymore. Your existence will only make me restricted in every way."
"Helen, tell me what the perfect man is like in your mind?" Liu Zhencheng also crossed his arms and looked down at the little fox.
Helen dodged Liu Zhensha's aggressive gaze with some fear.
Nobles have the reserve of nobility. Although every Behemoth noble is quietly staring at Liu Zhensha and Helen, on the surface they still act as if they are not concerned. Only a few silly young nobles are secretly preparing in their hearts.
, if that Pygian shaman speaks harshly to the beautiful High Priest of Cambridge again, he must go up and scold him severely.
"Why don't you speak, Helen? You have to tell me a reason, right? Is it for that Prince Richard who was beaten up by me?" Liu Zhenzhen looked up and took a deep breath. He smacked his lips and put on a show of force.
He was indifferent and stared at Helen.
A bloody dragon, a roaring tiger, two flying naked women and a few lines of mysterious words appeared and appeared in the air in front of and behind the body of the Divine Comedy Shaman, vague and uncertain. They looked very evil.
"Prince Richard was beaten by you?" The little fox was stunned, widened his beautiful eyes, looked at those strength tattoos and murmured: "You have another tattoo?"
"Don't start the topic!" Liu Zhenshao almost said this string of words with his teeth: "If it's really because of this loser, you are insulting me, Helen, don't make me hate you!"
Seeing the unkind expression on the face of the unknown Divine Comedy Shaman, His Majesty the King in the distance winked at Mr. Ali, the kangaroo priest who was closest to Liu Zhen.
"Your Majesty Richard, I think you should add the honorific Lanxia when you address Helen." Mr. Ali, the kangaroo priest, had no choice but to wander over from the side and cut into the awkward atmosphere.
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"Who are you?"
"Do you have any place to interrupt here?"
"Just stand aside and shake your paws!"
"Look, look at your mother! Look at me pulling out your two eyeballs and stuffing them into your asshole! Get out!" Liu Zhenshao turned his head and cursed at the poor officiant of Shengkai Road.
Mr. Ali, the kangaroo priest, was completely stunned by the curse.
He had no idea that a divine shaman, a spokesman for God, could be so vulgar and fluent and vicious, so the kangaroo priest's hands, which were already shaking very badly, were now shaking even more.
His lips were convulsing violently, his face was ashen and he could not speak a word.
The chief priest of the Swan in the distance raised his eyebrows and had no intention of interrupting. As soon as Mr. Mourinho arrived in the capital of Behemoth, he became more taciturn. He was still as arrogant, but a little inconspicuous.
"I'm sorry~ I'm sorry~" Helen quickly apologized to Mr. Ali, the kangaroo priest: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Ali, why did I bring you into this! We were just joking!"
"Ah?" Liu Zhenzhen was dumbfounded.
The Kangaroo officiant rolled his eyes, took three steps back, and almost fainted.
"What's wrong? I know how many speculations and worries you have filled your heart after I went to the palace! You pretend to be indifferent on the surface, but you keep pretending! I'm not wrong!" Helen said with a bright smile and pressed her green fingers against Liu.
The shocked man pushed his forehead hard: "Richard, Richard, it turns out that you can be jealous too! It turns out that you also care about me! Okay, you even beat up the human prince! You can do it, you can
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"Since when have I cared about you?" Liu Zhenzhen was still stiff-mouthed at this point and said with a smile on his neck: "How many chicks are waiting to sleep with me! Mom has wanted to dump you a long time ago!"
"You don't care about me. Why are you so anxious? You are still pretending not to care. Your magic shield has sold you out a long time ago! If you are not angry, what are you doing with your blood boiling... Tsk tsk... I saw your robe from afar.
, you are now the Divine Comedy Shaman, tsk tsk... This is an honorary position where everything must be carried out according to ancient rituals... tsk tsk... The Saint's Priest Night Power..." Helen's mouth was pouted high, just
Like a little pepper: "Why did you become a foreign elf? I can't catch you. Now you have become a divine shaman. I won't punish you. How can I let you use the name of the god of war to find flowers?"
Can’t do it?”
"This..." Liu Zhencheng didn't expect that it would be his shaman robe that caused the trouble.
"What? Chu Ye Quan? Looking for flowers on an order?" Mo'er also jumped up immediately: "How dare you!"
"Silly girl, look back first." Liu Zhenzhen pretended to cough and secretly covered his mouth and whispered to Helen.
Helen only glanced back, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment. Almost all the nobles in the main stand maintained various postures, but without exception, they all had their mouths open and stared stupidly.
She and Richard.
Because her back was turned to these nobles, and these hypocritical guys kept talking in low voices, Helen did not control her voice much. She thought that she was not noticed by others at all. But she had no idea that what she had just said
The performance not only fooled Richard, but also these nobles.
This. Simple, the High Priest of Cambridge!
After all, Helen was only sixteen years old. Liu shook his head helplessly.
"My lords, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin. Should we start enjoying the game?" The voice of the Swan Priest brought back the souls of the stunned nobles and officiating people around them.
The discussion started loudly again. It is not very honorable for nobles to pay attention to other people's private lives. Of course, it is even more disgraceful to be tricked by a sixteen-year-old girl. Therefore, every noble tried their best to cover up their recent gaffe.
Everyone was greeting each other warmly and talking about boring topics like what the weather was like today.
"Your Majesty Richard, I'm glad to see you here." His Majesty Greco Sal finally came to Liu Zhenshaan's side, while Mo'er was still pulling Liu Zhenshaan's sleeves reluctantly.
"My Majesty, I am deeply honored by your personal inquiry." Liu Zhencheng politely responded to His Majesty.
"The priests of the genius lineage are indeed the genius lineage." His Majesty the King only said this, nodded, smiled at Helen, and returned to the throne.
This move won Liu Zhensha's favor, and Old Liu began to feel that this king was really different.
"What kind of genius is this? My Richard is the biggest fool." Helen looked at Liu Zhenzhen, covering her mouth and snickering: "Mo'er has learned several war songs and war dances from me, what about you? Still like that?
The old six war songs, now that I have improved, I can sing another divine song!"
"What a bullshit divine song." Liu Zhencheng lowered his voice and said, "Mo'er wants to learn it. It's just a saliva song in five minutes!"
"I'm not interested in learning. I don't want to cause any trouble." Mo'er sneered at the side and curled her lips. Her expression was completely Avril-like.
"You little hooves! You don't want to open any pot, right?" Old Liu was angry: "Damn it! If you say it again, I will drag a saint girl over to perform the Fa on the spot for you to see!"
"Try it." Mo'er tilted her head at Lao Liu.
"Do you want me to jump off the stands?" Helen looked full of jealousy.
"Don't be like this!" Liu Zhancheng had no choice but to surrender: "I can't find a bunch of saintly girls from the model family when the time comes. Damn it, they don't get married until they are more than two hundred years old. By then, I will have become a stick."
"That's pretty much it." Mo'er and Helen pouted together and hugged Liu Zhenzhen's arm. Helen also stretched out her hand to wipe the sweat from Liu's forehead.
"His Majesty Helen Lan, Your Majesty Richard, please allow me to interrupt." The White Tiger Sacrifice Master Bergkamp came over a little timidly, pointed in the direction of Pope Ni and said: "The sacrificial competition is about to begin.
, the competition will also officially begin, and His Majesty Richard and Miss Mo'er should also prepare early. After today's promotion, the Pope hopes that His Majesty can once again shock all the priests."
"No problem." Liu Zhenshao and Mo'er winked at each other and said to the White Tiger Priest: "Tell the Pope to quickly prepare the prophet's robe of the Prophet of the Sky."
"Prophet of the Firmament? Why did a Prophet of the Firmament pop up?" The black "Tang" lines between Baihu Sacrifice's eyebrows wrinkled into the character "Jun".
No one had time to pay attention to the White Tiger Sacrifice's questions, because at this moment the real climax of the sacrificial ceremony had begun.
The schedule organization and arrangement of previous competitions have been coordinated and planned by the chief priests. The delegations sent by major temples and altars, as well as the civil sacrifices and military sacrifices that you have signed up for, are all divided according to the region, and are judged by the judges.
They drew lots and made a list of the players to face.
Mr. Qi Dan from the Northeast Province has been appointed as the officiant, so the main person in charge of this selection has become Mr. Cui Beixian, the mentor of the beautiful snake. Liu Zhencheng took Mo'er and Helen from the main stand to the large box of the Northeast Province.
At that time, the first thing he received was a burst of thunderous applause. The hippo poets rushed up one by one with their buttocks sticking out, and presented the crooked poems they had written to the proprietress. All kinds of disgusting praises poured out like the water of the sanggan river.
Guoguo, the second young master, and the third young master also threw themselves into Helen's arms and kissed each other.
"Quick, quick, quick! It's time for us to appear!" The instructor of the beautiful snake waved the roster of the match list, held Helen's face, and rubbed her forehead affectionately: "My Helen, this time you give me
The instructor has lost face!"
"It is our Behemoth tradition that apprentices are better than their mentors. How about we say, 'The unknowable road ahead is the driving force behind our progress'!" Liu Zhenzhen accepted the singing crown handed over by the rabbit beauty and said in an incomparable way.
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"Richard, why did your hairstyle change again? I couldn't say anything to you in the Champ de Mars just now. You are now crowned the Divine Comedy Shaman. You should pay attention to your appearance." The beautiful snake instructor gave him an angry look.
"What bullshit shaman? If I die, a new divine shaman will appear in the kingdom." Liu Zhenzhen snorted disdainfully.
"That's right, the kingdom's priests are accustomed to calling the Divine Comedy Shaman the 'short-lived curse.' From ancient times to the present, every Divine Comedy Shaman has died in the line of duty within five years. It's not unreasonable for you to say that."
The beautiful snake instructor gave Liu Zhenxing a hard head: "Stop talking nonsense and get ready to play!"
"Holy shit! Another curse!" Liu Zhenshao was so sad and angry that he, a professional curse user, seemed to be convinced.
"Quick, quick, quick!" The beautiful snake instructor hit Lao Liu on the head with the roster: "It's only right to prepare to play. If you wait any longer, I won't let you survive today!"