"What's so difficult about this? I'm destined to answer all your questions!" The fat man's face changed so quickly. If she was a woman, she must be a fat woman.
There were too many problems in this matter. I grinned. Since the fat man agreed, I would not be polite: "We clearly have the blood of the sun, but the king of hell deliberately refused to drink it, right?"
The fat man had already held the Faqiu Seal in his hand. He looked like he liked it extremely and replied perfunctorily: "Yes."
"Be careful, fat man, or I will take the Faqiu Seal back." I stretched out my hand to grab the Faqiu Seal from the fat man's hand, but the fat man grabbed me and held me tightly.
Seeing the pained expression on my face, the fat man quickly let go and said with a smile: "I'll take a look at this thing later, and you can ask questions."
"Why doesn't the King of Hell drink?" I rubbed my shoulders. This damn fat man's hands were so strong that he almost took off half of my arm.
"Isn't this obvious? Have you forgotten that people before the terma would have a serious illness before they could sing anything. If the king of hell comes and pulls and pulls, will he be able to dazzle Sanchi?" The fat man's face was full of disdain.
, a look like I thought you knew.
"How could the King of Hell recite such a long biography of King Gesar?" It took three days and three nights to recite the biography of King Gesar. It was really harder than climbing to the sky.
"You must know that if you want to do something, there is nothing you can't do." Fatty shook his head, and the expression on his face said that you are still too young, "But the King of Hell is an exception, he is a rapper.
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"What did you say?" This news is shocking. Since it is an acting, then the Tibetan identity of King of Hell must be fake, but the fat man's statement is exactly the opposite.
"Yes, and it's not bad that the King of Hell is a Tibetan. When he was six years old, he could recite the legend of King Gesar today by heart." The fat man explained for me, and started playing with the Faqiu seal again. This guy actually
I plan to bite that thing with my mouth.
"In this case, the biography of King Gesar from the mouth of the King of Hell and the biography of King Gesar from the mouth of Sangji
What's the difference?" This question is the key. If the King of Hell is fake, I am naturally not interested in the made-up biography of King Gesar, but why are they told so differently by both Tiansheng rappers?
The fat man had already opened his mouth, and his big white teeth were about to bite on the hair mound mark.
Seeing that this fat man ignored me again, I kicked him on the butt and cursed: "Stop biting, this thing was ripped from a dead person. If you are not afraid of being poisoned, just bite it."
"Uh-huh!" When the fat man turned around, I realized that the kick had staggered the fat man, and the corner of his hair had already been stuffed into the fat man's mouth.
"Damn it, is the corpse poison real? I'm going to support you even if I die." The fat man kept spitting out.
"A man like you is still afraid of corpse poison? Besides, how many years has it been since you took out this thing?" I comforted the fat man, but my eyes were fixed on the fat man's tongue. Okay, I admit that I saw the fat man's tongue was blue.
I bought a piece, okay, I admit that this thing will make the fat man itchy for a while at most, okay, I admit that I didn’t say it on purpose.
"If something happens, you will be finished. Sanji's treasure treasure is indeed good, it can be regarded as a popular version. But the talent of King of Hell can be regarded as an authentic work. His treasure treasure can be regarded as a particularly complete biography of King Gesar. Do you remember the general
Everything is mentioned in the terma
It's a story about King Gesar subduing the devil, but the version of the King of Hell contains the prophecy of the devil's resurrection." The fat man was still spitting out, and I suddenly found that the green patch on the fat man's tongue was a little bigger, and I was thinking about it.
Don't tell the fat man this.
"The Demon Lord is resurrected? Why did the King of Hell tell Sanchi this?" I felt like I had to ask quickly, as the fat man started to scratch his itch. I guess he would be unable to speak these days.
"Because we need the parchment bag in Jianba's hand, and do you think we will come here for no reason? Who do you think will live in this damn place?" The fat man was a bit tongue-tied, and he didn't feel it yet.
"Then who are they?" For the sake of Fatty telling me everything, I planned to give Fatty the red medicine to detoxify the corpse, but where did I throw it?
"Grave guards, they guard the demon king in this continent only because of the inheritance of their ancestors." After the fat man answered my question, he started to talk nonsense, and his tongue was no longer in control.
Fortunately, I knew everything I wanted to know. I also found the red pill and stuffed it into the fat man's mouth. I don't know why the fat man told these things, but I instinctively felt that there was no need for the fat man to lie to me.
Fatty's reflex arc was too long, and it was only now that I realized something was wrong with me, and I had already run away.
After returning to the room, I began to think about the news I had received in the past few days, about the demon king, the nine-story demon tower, the Bon ascetics, King Gesar, termas, and tomb keepers. Suddenly I felt that the Bon ascetics
Could the person be the King of Hell? As a Tibetan, he endured the torture of the ice elves for three days and still survived, as well as the treasure he inherited.
Sitting by the window, I looked at the gloomy dark clouds in the sky, and suddenly felt very absurd. Our back-and-forth fight actually started because of a terma. But I always vaguely felt that this matter was not so absurd.
Why is there a tombkeeper in this place where there is never any sun, and why do they come straight to this tombkeeper?
What I want to know more is what was in the parchment bag that the tombkeeper Sanchi gave to his son, and whether there is such a so-called demon king sleeping under this earth.
Two days later, I started hiking with the others with my two panda eyes, walking towards the darker depths of the sky. I didn’t know what was waiting for me there, but I knew that this journey would not be that simple.
A group of us set off with Qiangba. Qiangba didn't speak all the way, as if he was avoiding something. The fat man got better after taking the medicine. This guy saw Palm Yan standing next to me and shamelessly came over, with other people's faces
None of them had any extra expressions, and they were all thinking about different things.
Only Jianba kept a serious expression until his hut slowly disappeared on the other side of the dark clouds, and finally turned into a small black dot. Jianba suddenly stopped, turned around slowly, and put his hand in