"I thought that since you come from the same ancient country and have the same ancient bloodline, you would not violate the agreement between us."
"Who would have thought that after just a few days, you would have breached the contract!"
“My soul needs mending...my children will not obey my commands!”
“A king who is so weak cannot intimidate his men!”
Hell, the powerful creatures he could control before...
Now no one hears his call or responds to his inspiration.
Mai Fan was quite calm. After he made a quiet gesture to the Pharaoh...
Click open the door of your tavern...
Swish, swish, swish... Countless Chinese police officers wearing black uniforms... swish, swish... passed between the Pharaoh and him.
The tavern instantly became quiet...
I don’t know why, it’s really just an ordinary human army...
Pharaoh shut his mouth for no apparent reason.
After the last person ran out, Mai Fan made an OK gesture to Officer Jing and Xiao Chen who were also about to leave... indicating that they should do what they should and not worry about him. After these two people also left,
Then he turned around and answered Pharaoh's question.
“Would you like a bowl of porridge?”
"Porridge? Damn it, you broke the contract, but you want to send me away with a bowl of porridge!"
“Hell…okay…”
The Pharaoh who was roaring just now became quiet immediately after Maifan brought the bowl of porridge.
Hold the bowl very honestly, found an empty seat at random, sat down, and enjoyed his delicious meal.
“I’m telling you, this matter can’t be settled with just one bowl of porridge... You have to give me two bowls, not three.”
“Also, I suggest that this porridge be included in the agreement. It will become another product that we will supply for a long time.”
“You know, it didn’t mend my soul as much as the Soup of Souls…”
“But my mummy’s body... actually feels like it’s come alive.”
At this moment, Maifan’s neighbor, the shaman who runs the Curse Shop, rushed in.
“Mai! I heard a cry. Are you in trouble here?”
He is also holding a very ancient bow in his hand... coupled with his eagle feathers, it looks really majestic...
If he were not a thin old Indian...this image would not be convincing at all.
But now, just such a man who does not look strong, for the sake of his friends, aims his bow and arrow at the man wearing a black robe and his face covered with bandages.
"Okay...don't make a fuss...I'll treat you to a bowl of porridge...Mai is also my friend...how could I hurt him."
“Oh, really! Fill it up for me...”
Mai Fan was shocked... Did the two old men reconcile just like that?
Will something happen to you in the future? If the enemy brings out delicious food... they will immediately rebel?
Are they dogs?
“Oh, Mai, don’t think so, we will only rebel for your food.”
Pharaoh and Lisbon raised their heads in unison, pointed at their hearts, and then they lowered their heads in perfect agreement and continued to enjoy their delicious meal.
Alright...a cheating thing like mind reading...it's a good thing that only this old monster has it.
He was not interested in other things...except that he wanted to restore Pharaoh's glory...and had no other requirements.
It seems that today is a rare calm day... He can wait until the end of business... and then prepare for the new world...
"boom!"
“Hell!”
Mai Fan quickly ran to the only window facing the street in the tavern and looked out...
The street where the gatekeeper of the market is located has a strange twist...
What about the peaceful night we promised? This is not enough to keep anyone alive.
The customers in the store were also very angry because the unexpected explosion scared the two people who were licking the bowl.
They are not angry that there are two bowls on their heads... they are angry that the last bite of porridge at the bottom of the bowl was wasted because of such a tremor.
…
The Pharaoh uttered an incantation with unknown meaning in his mouth...
Mai Fan turned around and saw... a large group of beetles, swarming towards that weird neighborhood.
"Wait a minute, our weapons cannot be used casually in the market...the rules of the market do not allow casual fighting..."
Pharaoh shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly: "Those are my pets..."
“There is no rule in the market that you are not allowed to bring your own pets.”
“And I am an old antique with a damaged soul. I don’t know when I will fall apart.”
“Those little guys are sometimes out of my control...it’s not a big deal...”
"As long as I can take them away in the end...the administrators in the market won't give me any trouble..."
You see this is the benefit of the original ecological ancient species...
Before Mai Fan had time to be envious, bang, the second explosion sounded.
This time, the Pharaoh really couldn't sit still.
In Maifan’s tavern, angry roars were heard: “My children! How dare they!”
The second big explosion blew away most of his Scarab Legion.
Even though the scarab beetle is the toughest insect in the legend...but under the crushing energy of the thermal weapon...
Pharaoh’s legion still suffered heavy casualties.
This is the helper he has kept with him for the longest time at this stage...
Pharaoh rushed to the window and looked at the half-dead scarabs kicking their legs on the ground...
“Ah! I will fight with you!” This king who always maintained his manners... now rushed out with a piece of black robe hanging on his face.
The bandage strips on his body slipped off while running...
"That..." Mai Fan was about to remind him, but found that these bandages seemed to have come to life...
When I brushed it, it seemed as if something transparent was stuck on it.
And the Pharaoh's running speed did not slow down... The more he ran towards the center, the angrier the expression on his face became.
Because the bandage strips wrapped around transparent objects are hanging down more and more...
Each time a transparent substance is entangled, another one will be attached to the pharaoh's body.
Of course, this cannot be endless... At the same time, the bandages wrapped around the Pharaoh's body as a protective layer will also be reduced by one layer...
“What will happen if he runs out of bandages...”
This question is about...Why would an Indian know the story of the Egyptian Pharaoh...
Lisbon looked innocent, but the diary gave Mai Fan the answer.
