When Mourinho and Liu returned to the main stand in shock, the eyes of everyone staring at Liu changed completely.
Apart from the lack of admiration, all kinds of emotions were mixed in the many eyes, which took turns to shoot at Liu Zhenshao's body.
The Moon Elf Priestess hurried up to help the Swan Priest take care of the wound. The intimacy of her attitude made Liu Zhenshao on the side curl his lips crazily. However, the one who had a bigger objection than him was Cui Beixian, the beautiful snake instructor, whose face was filled with undisguised jealousy and tenderness.
Her two red lips curled up like a Japanese turret.
"Don't stare at me one by one. If you have anything to say, you can say it directly. It is our Behemoth character to be straightforward." Liu Zhenzhen felt the strangeness in these eyes and scanned these unfamiliar faces one by one. His eyes were even more aggressive.
sex.
"Your Majesty Richard, I think it is my duty to ask...are you...a Pidgeot?" Quentin Redknapp, the elder Wolff, was the first to fire. He couldn't help but ask Liu, who was shocked.
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"Nonsense." Liu Zhenshao burst out these two words like firecrackers with his teeth and threw them at the wolf clan elder.
"His Majesty Richard, Your Majesty Quentin does not have any malicious intention in asking this. He is just asking for confirmation." The red high priest Brat swept his thorny tail dragging on the ground and spoke slowly: "For
Your past is almost blank in the official files of the temple, and your resume seems to be very secretive about your origins. It could be ignored in the past, but as you just said, you are Aston Villa..."
"Haha..." The Swan Priest, who was undergoing treatment at the side, laughed meaningfully.
"Lord Jose, there is no need to feel funny. I also know that it is impossible." Elder Wolfe Redknapp also laughed: "But it is time for Your Majesty to announce his true identity. In fact, we are privately
I have always had doubts about your nose. Among Behemoths, it is rare to have a nose like this. Logically speaking, if you are a Pygmy, you can easily tell from the physiological characteristics of your nose. You are now
His appearance is a bit different from that of the Pidgeots."
"This question has actually been lingering in my mind for a long time." His Majesty the King also nodded: "Although the Behemoth tribes are similar in appearance, they all have racial characteristics. Even the Munk tribe, that is, humans, they
There is also a vestigial tail vertebra on his butt."
"I just don't understand why Munk lost one of his tails." Mr. Mourinho said with a smile while receiving treatment.
This sentence caused bursts of knowing and proud hearty laughter.
"Our Tiger's whip tail is like a weapon made of steel bars. It would be a pity not to have a tail." A Tiger general wearing the emblem of a legion commander smiled proudly.
"I didn't pay much attention to it before I didn't dig into it. Now that I think about it, I find that Richard's nose really confused me a lot. His racial characteristics are too dim." The Pope frowned and said: "
I think it’s time for Your Majesty Richard to explain."
"Richard's nose was injured before. I don't know why. His nose started to show signs of convergence a few months ago and became stronger and stronger!" Helen stepped forward without hesitation: "I can use it.
Personality guarantee, Richard definitely belongs to our Behemoth! His ability to become a priest and a solemn and sacred spokesman for miracles such as the Divine Comedy Shaman has proven everything! Mr. Qi Dan, the Great Shaman of Wei'an, and my mentor Cui Beixian
It can be proven that he is one of the first senior temple officials to know Richard!"
"Don't be nervous, my little girl." His Majesty the King said seriously to Helen: "We definitely don't think that Richard is the descendant of a giant dragon. Such an idea is simply ridiculous. The Divine Comedy Shaman is the most pious Behemoth.
Sacrifice, there is absolutely no doubt about this, we are just curious to know which race of Behemoth Richard is from."
"This..." Liu Zhancheng flattened his mouth and rolled his eyes: "Your Majesty, everyone must have been talking about it for a long time just now. What do you think?"
"There is no doubt that you are a Behemoth." His Majesty the King's tone was firm and powerful.
"But don't be a Munk Behemoth." Wolfe, Quentin and Redknapp smiled coldly and made a very cruel addition.
"You think too much, my elder." Liu Zhencheng curled his lips with a bit of disdain, looked at the werewolf elder, pointed at his nose and said word by word: "My nose has been seriously injured before.
, but later, by chance, I became a foreign elf. Perhaps for this reason, I will slightly change my appearance, but this change is completely reasonable."
"You mean you will grow a pair of sharp elf ears?" Old Redknapp asked calmly.
"Maybe, maybe not, maybe one day I will become very thin." Liu Zhenzhen smiled slightly, and softly recited a small poem in an unusually pious tone:
"Even if the appearance has changed~
My heart is still Behemoth’s heart~
My ancestors have already given me everything~
Branded with Behemoth's seal~
The blood flowing in my heart~
The sound of the holy mountain is surging~
Even if I was born in a foreign country, I can't change it~
My Behemoth Heart~”
The power of this poem is comparable to a holy-level magic, and it shocked all the Behemoths on the spot. The seemingly rough Divine Comedy Shaman could recite a sincere poem without thinking, which really exceeded everyone's expectations.
Imagine that since most people have seen this divine shaman causing trouble everywhere with his bare arms and thick chest hair in the style of an executioner, no one will have any objections to connecting the negative words of robbing and robbing with his image.
, but it would be too sensational for such an old man to suddenly write an acid poem.
The style of this poem is completely different from that of Gunman, because there is not too much praise in the body, and only deep and simple emotions are used as the tone, but it can deeply move people. This new narrative technique,
Even the hippopotamus poets cannot imitate it.
"If this poem was composed into a musical score, it would be as touching as the "Song of Ions" by the two returning Zerg Behemoths." After a long time, His Majesty the King said leisurely.
Liu Zhencheng laughed evilly in his stomach. He seemed to have some talent for getting through things. Originally, he wanted to adapt it using "I Compare the Party to Mother", but in the end he thought it was too corny and too much. Zhang Mingmin's
The song has touched generations of people, and it is a perfect choice to use it to stir up emotions.
"Your Majesty Richard, I would like to ask you, what did you discuss with the two Dragon Clan couples just now? Why did they leave so easily?" Wolff, Quentin and Redknapp were obviously still there.
Focusing on Liu Zhenshao, he changed his tone and returned to another issue.
"Everything is harmonious! The invasion of the demons is imminent. As compatriots from the Aegean continent, it doesn't make much sense to have to fight to the death. Under my inspiration, they both burst into tears and realized that they were
I have made a mistake, decided to change my past, clean up my character, and become a dragon again." Liu Zhensha's words came out, and nine out of ten people knew that he was talking nonsense.
"I think they insulted our Behemoth God of War. You should teach them a lesson. It seems that in the end you accepted what they gave to you..." Quentin, the eldest of the wolf clan, looked at the one on Liu Zhancheng's wrist.
Star Black Gold Bracelet Wheel, with a tricky tone: "... Your Majesty, although I believe in your character, this behavior will inevitably be suspected of accepting bribes. I think you should choose to hand it over to the Noble Oversight Council to prove your discipline and character.
, this is the unique sentiment of a great noble."
"Hand it in! Of course you have to hand it in!" Liu Zhenchen said sternly.
The eyes of several aristocratic officials from the Noble Supervisory Council were bright. They all stared at Liu's shocking "Twelve Time Wrist Wheel". The fire diamonds and black gold on it made them reluctant to move their eyes.
"But... let me play for a while now. I can write an IOU to the Noble Oversight Council, wait a year and a half, and then the Overwatch Council will send someone to Feilengcui to collect the goods." Liu Zhenzhen laughed.
"Only you can do this kind of thing that is not in line with aristocratic ethics." Old Redknapp's nose was so angry: "Now that everything has been dealt with, I think it's time for you to fulfill your promise.
Is it time? Since the descendants of Platini claim that their "obscene war hymn" is not obscene and has the miraculous effect of helping to reproduce the population, since your merciful Majesty believes so much in the words of a heretic, then please
As a touchstone, let me see this effect! If what Sissi says is true, then she must be able to successfully induce pregnancy in ten days!"
"Does the saints also want to watch together?" Liu Zhanchen asked treacherously.
The face of the Swan Priest suddenly changed upon hearing this, and he looked directly at the werewolf elder with angry eyes.
"Your Majesty Richard, did you not understand what I meant or what?" Old Redknapp was obviously prepared, and he smiled: "Since Miss Sissi has declared that this "Jane Eyre Battle Hymn" has the Green Party
The tribe has the extraordinary ability to conceive in one night. The sacrificial ceremony has only been a day away. In addition to the seed teams, the participating groups now have a large number of second and third echelon teams. In addition to the next two round-robin competitions, no matter how you look at it,
It will take another twelve or three days to end. You have enough time for Miss Sissi to prove that her words are correct. I believe in your character, and you don’t need a saint to monitor you. You don’t need anything.
Human and local surveillance, because after ten days, we only need to verify whether Miss Sissi is pregnant."
After hearing this, the face of the Swan Priest, covered with a layer of frost, slowly softened, and the werewolf elder showed undisguised pride on his face.
"Obisrachi!" Liu Zhenzhen looked at Sissi, who had a low eyebrow among the crowd, and sighed to himself.
"If you cannot provide direct proof, Your Majesty Richard, I hope you will not find any more reasons to hinder the Council of Elders from ruling on heresy." Red High Priest Brat looked at Lord Pigeon seriously.
What could Liu Zhencheng say? He could only nod.
"Richard, I have something to say to you. The world is still this world, but you are still yourself after all..." His Majesty the King smiled meaningfully at Liu Zhensha, turned around and looked at the nobles around him and said:
"My lords, I think we should go back. After all, it's getting late."
The nobles immediately bowed to His Majesty the King, held their chests and greeted His Majesty the King. Four crocodile warriors accompanied him and evacuated the stands in an orderly manner.
"At the end of the ceremony, I hope to hear your joy of having a baby." Redknapp bowed his head respectfully to Liu Zhenhan and showed a bright smile.
"Elder, say hello to your nephew Earl Garnet for me. When he inspected my territory, his hemorrhoids were very serious. I hope his condition will get better." Lu Zhenzhen responded to the werewolf with a sarcastic tone.
A word from the elder.
"He will remember how you entertained him. This kind of kindness, we Wolf will slowly repay you in the future." Old Redknapp tried his best to suppress his tone and bowed his head to the Divine Comedy Shaman.
Chest greeting.
Liu Zhanchen politely took off his hat and paid tribute to him, and the grievances and grudges between the two parties were handled in the most aristocratic way.
As the nobles left the stands, they were chatting in whispers, mixed with bursts of evil laughter. Liu Zhensha and Sissi paid attention to them from time to time.
The Pope glanced at Liu Zhenhan, his lips moved slightly, he said nothing, and turned to leave.
"My Majesty, please walk slowly." Liu Zhencheng pretended to go up to help the Pope, but he stepped hard on the red high priest's thorny tail that was dragged on the ground. There was a muffled "plop" sound, and the Pope was very embarrassed.
The broken echinoderm gecko tail was pulled back and forth into two pieces, jumping around on the ground like an extremely thirsty loach.
"You..." Pope Nixia was trembling with anger. He pointed at Liu Zhenhan with trembling fingers. Seeing the stupid look on Liu Zhenhan's face, Nixia finally waved his sleeves and left silently.
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"It's time for us to dodge." Liu Zhenzhen looked proud and waved to the followers behind him.
"Getani, come back." Mourinho only used one sentence, and the Swan Warrior reluctantly looked at Liu Zhensha and returned to her father's side obediently.
"This will be good for Gotani." Helen grabbed Liu Zhensha, who was about to fall out, and with just one sentence, the old Liu swallowed his anger.
"Obisrachi!" Liu Zhenshao could only vent his anger on the tail of the gecko on the ground, and flew it with his kick.
Misfortunes never come singly, and bad luck like Liu Zhensha is no exception.
Before we even arrived at the inn bar, we saw a mess at the door from a distance, and everyone's hearts suddenly became aroused.