The fifth king of the elves

Chapter 125 125. Lu Pheasant and Madam Qi
When Luther and Oleander returned to the villa, the villa was still brightly lit.

The three champions who were sitting in the living room waiting for the news all seemed a little anxious.

The strong smell of blood made Carunai aware of something, she stood up and walked towards the gate, and met Luther who was covered in blood, and she couldn't restrain her shock even though she was very good at nourishing her spirit.

After checking Luther's injury, the coagulated blood scab grinned when he touched Luther a little.

Just now, he was in a state of nervous tension and the adrenaline was being secreted crazily. Luther didn't feel anything, but as soon as he relaxed his body now, his right arm hurt terribly.

Carunai took Luther to the kitchen, took out the medical kit and started treating the wound.

A'Du and Sirona asked around the oleander for a long time, but the oleander just showed the blood on her hands and said, "I hope Luther's judgment is accurate, otherwise my work will be in vain."

Unable to bear the sticky blood on her body, Oleander went into the bathroom.

Luther's right hand was carefully handled by Carunai and bandaged.

"Go to the hospital in the morning and have another checkup." Carunai looked at her handicraft and sighed.

"Mai, let her sleep."

Carunai nodded: "I went to bed early, she didn't participate in the barbecue, and she doesn't know what's going on tonight."

Luther breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'll go take a shower."

"Your wound cannot touch water."

"It's okay, just let my elf rub it for you."

Luther took off the bloody clothes, took out dry clothes, and then lay down in the bathtub filled with hot water, his limbs were surrounded by a warm feeling, which made Luther's tight nerves relax a little bit, and the violent breath dissipated.

Miaomiao controlled the towel to get wet, and carefully rubbed Luther's back.

Usually when I saw Miaomiao Luther, I would always want to grab her, and then give her a hard slap, but now I feel a little powerless, just as my left hand was about to push hard, there was pain in my right hand, reminding him not to forget what condition he is in.

The disappointed Luther sighed, and let Miao Miaozai scrub his whole body carefully.

After taking a shower, Luther returned to his room, closed the door gently, and huddled in the corner of the bed, with his head buried in his knees.

The plan was only partially successful, and someone had to come and take the gift once it was ready.

Luther tried his best not to think about the possibility that the mob didn't take the travel bag.

He is not a god, and he cannot be perfect, but he has tried his best to do his best. He risked his life to fight for a chance. Now, Luther only hopes that good luck will come to him.

When he came back to his senses, Luther was already surrounded by elves.

Shuttlecock cotton on her feet, Marylou lying on her hand, Dream Demon clinging to her head, Miaomiao leaning against her thigh, Lalulas lying on her shoulders, and Ji Li Dan snuggled up to her.

Miaomiao noticed that Luther was in a low mood, and called everyone out when Luther was in a daze.

Feeling the warmth around him, Luther dozed off in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, oleander's voice came from outside the door, waking Luther up.

"The travel bag is missing."

Luther woke up from a daze, then smiled, and fell on the bed with his arms around the elves.

"I hope you enjoy the lemonade I sent you."

After muttering something, Luther fell asleep.

.........

In a tavern outside the city of Miare, Evergreen stayed up all night.

When he returned to this stronghold, he smashed everything on the table in a rage. Others were holding wine hoping to calm him down, but Wan Nianqing still couldn't keep calm after drinking, and smashed the bottle.

He hated the frustration that he'd run away from there like a stray dog!
He lost the dominance of the conversation, and this time... he was scared off by a few words!

When was the rhythm of the conversation controlled by Luther?
Was it when Luther mentioned the weird train problem and listed a bunch of weird options?
Or was it when Luther mentioned those unheard of punishments and instruments of torture?
Wan Nianqing shivered... He was well-read, but he had never seen the things and things that Luther said in any books. How did Luther know these things?
Edit?
This is impossible. It is easy to fabricate something that is so detailed that it seems to be seen with one's own eyes. However, Luther said it very smoothly, and there are no special loopholes when he thinks about it now.

That is real existence?
After Wan Nianqing came back, people began to inquire about those stories and instruments of torture. However, the comparison results showed that some of them could be found in history books, but they were not of the same kind at all.

Damn it, Wan Nianqing's head really hurts, and his heart is in a panic. The knowledge that he doesn't know where it comes from makes him inexplicably afraid of Luther.

Years of experience made Wan Nianqing feel that something was wrong. He felt that Luther was bluffing... But when he thought this way, he remembered those infiltrating stories again. It was clear that Luther only mentioned it, but Wan Nianqing seemed to have screams and wailing that kept echoing in his mind.

Luther's cold eyes that looked at himself as if looking at a piece of meat appeared in his mind from time to time.

The distraught Wannianqing gritted his teeth, connected the leader's communication, and asked the leader to allow him to carry out an attack on Luther.

The risk is very high, and it is very possible to lose an elite, but Luther's existence is like a demon, and no one has ever been able to shake Wan Nianqing like this before... He has to confirm it once.

Luther's acting skills have worked. The leaders believe that if Luther is really playing a role-playing game with Caroline and Sirona as prey, the rabble can enjoy the fruits of victory in destroying the league champion.

If not, letting Luther be abolished can also make Wan Nianqing, a rare think tank, feel at ease.

The mob had never taken such a risk before. This time, they made the decision to test Luther.

Zi Yunying led the mission back to Miare City.

Wan Nianqing didn't dare to sleep, he was waiting for Zi Yunying's communication, even though he knew that Zi Yunying needed to find an opportunity, it might take a long time, but he was still waiting.

The time given by the organization is only one night. Regardless of whether there is a chance tonight, they need to leave Miare. They have doubts about whether Qilan kept the secret before his death.

Wan Nianqing, who had dozed off in the middle of the night, shivered violently, and woke up inexplicably.

Feeling cold all over, he came to the basement of the bar, but the person in charge of contacting Zi Yunying told him that Zi Yunying had lost contact for almost three hours.

The anxiety in Wan Nianqing's heart was spreading. He used the positioning device to check Luther's location, but found that Luther's location was not in the villa area of ​​Carunai at all, but in a strange location.

Wan Nianqing, who was suffering a lot, hurriedly sent someone to check the situation with a positioning device.

When the sky was slightly bright, a delivery truck stopped at the entrance of the bar, and the ragtag members carrying travel bags got into the half-opened rolling door.

"This is a travel bag? Where is Ziyunying?"

The person in charge of checking the news shook his head: "When I went, I saw this thing hanging on this travel bag, and there was a word on it, saying that it needs to be opened by you, so I brought it back."

Wan Nianqing took the pendant given to Luther, couldn't suppress his anger anymore, and yelled at the man: "Do you have a brain, and you will take it back if he gives you a bag? What if there is a positioning device in it? If there is no positioning device, he sent a bomb back, do you want it too? I don't know how to do it, why don't you contact us?"

Wan Nianqing, who was still about to scold, twitched his nose, and he found that other people were also snitting.

"This taste is..."

"Blood?" Someone looked around, and then looked at the travel bag they brought back.

Wan Nianqing retreated to the bar and ordered: "Open the bag."

The giant bald man who came back from carrying the bag bent down and carefully opened the travel bag.

As soon as a small slit was opened, a bloody smell that was so strong that it could not be dispelled gushed out. Now there was no need to sniff, the whole bar was filled with the smell of blood.

The bald-headed giant looked at the things in the bag, his hands were trembling, and he sat on the ground with a scream, and backed away with his hands and feet together. He pointed at the travel bag and roared until he leaned against the wall and could not retreat.

He was so frightened that he couldn't say anything at all.

A daring member of the red-haired mob stepped forward and slammed the zipper open, and several people looked into the travel bag with their heads.

In an instant, everyone's faces turned pale, their stomach juices rolled, and a strong sense of nausea caused them to bow their heads and vomit.

Seeing the reactions of these people, Wan Nianqing seemed to understand something. He forced himself to calm down and planned to go to the travel bag. After thinking about it, he stopped and ordered the red-haired brother to check if there was any abnormality inside.

The red-haired brother with nothing left in his stomach pouch suppressed his discomfort, and instead of looking at the contents of the bag, he reached out and groped in the bag.

The viscous touch is blood, and the soft part is... The red-haired boy suddenly touched a cylindrical thing, like a bottle containing some liquid.

He carefully took out the bottle, and there was a card wrapped in a transparent plastic bag on the bottle full of blood.

It turned out to be a bottle of lemonade, Wan Nianqing was stunned.

He thought of Luther snatching his own lemonade when he was talking to him and drinking it on his own, thinking of him smiling and asking Mai to buy lemonade.

He also likes to drink lemonade?
Same as yourself?
Wan Nianqing's teeth trembled: "What is written on it, read it!"

"Mr. Wan Nianqing, you seem to be a forgetful person. I remember I once told you in the Moon Ring Shopping Center that I hate people interrupting me to play games. Playing is a very interesting game."

Wan Nianqing walked out of the bar and slowly leaned towards the travel bag.

"The fun of playing is that he can let you experience any identity in this world, and through that identity, you can get all kinds of surprises. I told you that Karuna, Sirona, and even Mai are all my prey. I am a food protector, and I value the things that are about to be obtained very much."

Wan Nianqing came to the side of the red-haired brother. The red-haired brother read the letter tremblingly, every word and every sentence, he felt an inhuman coldness.

"Your unbelief made me almost lose the rhythm of acting. This is not a good sign. I remember that I told you many interesting stories. They should be very suitable for your interests. During the conversation, it is not difficult to see your trembling with excitement. This is very good. I think you are my bosom friend."

The dim lights of the bar made Wan Nianqing unreal, and he lowered his head against the smell of blood.

"I wonder if Mr. Wan Nianqing still remembers the story of Lu Zhi?"

The field of vision suddenly became clear, Wan Nianqing sat down on the ground, covered his mouth, and suppressed the severe nausea.

"It's hard to find a bosom friend. Today, I'm sending one to Mrs. Qi."

The red-haired brother was trembling, resisting the discomfort, and read out the last sentence.

"If Mr. Wan Nianqing has more needs, please send another person, and you will be satisfied."

"Your bosom friend, Zhensha Town, Luther."

(End of this chapter)