"Yeah! It's really good... I knew that the new Cave Paradise is definitely a good place! Is there any more?" An old man sat in front of a spacious and bright dining table, tearing a chicken leg hard, his face full of happiness
light.
Parak Stram helplessly pushed the plate of tender beef stir-fried with black pepper in front of him, not even bothering to say a word.
"I said, are you really fighting with the people of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect? You haven't lost yet? You're not lying to me, an old man, again, are you?" The old man was wearing black clothes and his hair and beard were white, but he still spoke in a child's tone.
Almost less.
The pale-faced Palak Stram sniffed. He felt that he had been bitten to death in recent days, and his whole body was not well.
His resistance was dangerously low. As the former emperor of the Palak Empire, his body bones were still very strong, but since he was "sucked" by the sword, he has lost his appetite, vomited and had diarrhea.
, lost half his life in a few days.
It was a very terrifying and strange feeling. The moment he grabbed the long sword, he could feel that his body was instantly hollowed out.
Then...then the old man in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he was suddenly teleported from another world.
"Don't say anything... I know you are feeling very uncomfortable, but there is nothing you can do about it. This is the best result. I have devoted my whole life to improving Cambridge, and I can save half of your life.
Not bad." The old man seemed very proud when he mentioned this matter.
Palak Stram, who was sitting opposite him, sighed, cheered up for a long time, and then said: "Don't worry... everything I said is true. You will know it soon!"
"I came all the way this time just to find like-minded allies to deal with the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect together!" The old man picked up a big mouthful of vegetables with wooden chopsticks and ate them hungrily. He slurred while chewing.
"I don't care whether you are good at fighting or not, but your cooking skills are definitely pretty good."
"This is the best hotel on Planet 0194!" Palak Stram felt that his liver was trembling. He was a fastidious person. Before he came here to be a civil affairs official, he was also a person who enjoyed enjoyment.
noble!
He felt that he needed to emphasize it to maintain his dignity, but in the end he did not say anything because he saw the old man performing the unique trick of three pigs and one pig in front of him.
So he reluctantly changed the topic and tried to calm down his mood as much as possible: "Don't worry, if our catering level is ten, then our empire's war level is ten thousand..."
"Oh? That's really great! In this way, we can save countless cave heavens and paradises from the claws of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect! Everyone in the world will be grateful for your achievements!" The old man licked his fingers and scratched them again.
He picked up a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth one after another.
Looking at his moral character, there is no way to connect him with saving the world.
"But to be honest, I was really shocked. You can actually speak our language. It's really... amazing." The old man continued while chewing peanuts.
This time his words were much clearer than before because he had less to chew in his mouth.
"If you hadn't been able to speak the divine language, you would have been beaten to death long ago..." Palak Stram thought helplessly. He didn't even bother to complain, wiped his cheek with his hand, and started
Thinking about the next topic.
"What did you say you represented..." He thought about it and found that he had forgotten the name of the other party's very middle-class force. So he opened his mouth and asked with a frown.
"Jiuyou Sect... I am the great elder of the Nine Nether Sect, and a genuine ninth-level master!" The old man pointed at himself quite proudly, as if I was a big shot: "You know, the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect
The great elder can’t do anything to me!”
"..." Palak Stram wanted to get up and leave. He only had a rough idea of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect after reading it twice in the news. How could he know whether the great elder was powerful or not?
However, he had already reported the inexplicable arrival of the old man on Planet 0194 to the Empire Central Committee. Anyway, he was just a receptionist now, and the rest of the matter had nothing to do with him.
So he didn't bother to think about whether the old man in front of him was a madman or a real master of dissoluteness.
As a former Emperor, it's not like he has never seen masters... Those masters who come and go like the wind, don't they just go to the streets to buy groceries and have to look at the traffic lights when crossing the road?
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"Okay! Jiuyou Sect... how many people do you have?" After thinking about it, Palak Stram came up with a topic that he was very interested in and asked.
Hearing this question, the old man who was crushing the claws of the giant shrimp turned red. He put down the palm-sized shrimp claws with some embarrassment, and replied hesitantly: "That... that... we were killed by the Heavenly Sword."
The Shenzong is chasing after him, and there are about 3,700 of his fellow sects who are still there today..."
Palak Stram didn't know what the concept of more than 3,700 people was. Anyway, he didn't know how large the Heavenly Sword Sect was...
Just when he was about to continue asking how many people there were in the Tianjian Shenzong, a man wearing sunglasses came over and said, "The spaceship has arrived, we can leave!"
After hearing these words, the old man looked at the table scraps with regret, then licked his fingers, stood up and said with emotion: "I haven't had such a sumptuous meal in a long time.
Let’s go…”
In the lobby of the restaurant, the densely packed magicians and combat puppet robot soldiers made way for a path, and there was a sound of clattering footsteps.
The old man in a black gauze flowing robe looked at the magician and the god puppet in black robes, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yes, we are in the same group at first glance! Because of the color of your clothes, you are the same as us.
