Tyrant and his crying baby bottle

In the Prince's Palace, Erbao and Xuerong Cake were in their respective positions, one was well washed and the other was steamed.

But facing the pastry steamed with his own blood, Er Bao felt very strange.

Talking about the underworld, he still wants to taste the saltiness.

"Don't think that I can forgive you just by bathing me, you were merciless when you bled me." Er Bao said to the maid and the little eunuch who were making the bed.

The little eunuchs were secretly having fun, and after the music was over, they filed out, leaving only two maids to continue lighting incense and cutting wicks.Seeing that Erbao was innocent and ignorant, the maid felt a little pity, and reminded: "Sir, keep your voice down, don't say what you shouldn't say, it will easily lead to death."

Er Bao said in his heart, well, a man can bend and stretch, at least he saved his life, let's talk about it when I regain my vitality tomorrow morning.

He was very weak at this time, and he didn't know what to do with the squirrel, his heart was hanging in midair.But there is no other way out right now, and the life-saving straw in my hand is no longer useful—it is fashionable on Kunlun Street and there is no chance to blow it, and it is even more useless to blow it in this deep palace compound. Those who can hear the whistle All are enemies.

Er Bao closed his eyes and said, "Go out, I have to rest."

"Rest?" The maid asked in surprise, "His Royal Highness hasn't come yet, how dare you rest without authorization?"

Erbao: "What is he doing here? Isn't this the place for me?"

"You are so stupid, this is the Prince's Palace! The prince is going to have dinner with the princess now, and he will be back soon, when the time comes..."

The maid didn't continue to speak, which made Er Bao anxious and asked, "How about it then? Since it's his bedroom, why do you keep me here?"

"Do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand?" The maid gave her little sister a wink, and the little sister went to guard the door, and she continued in a soft voice, "You are here to serve the bed, the prince After coming here, I will naturally have sex with you. Seeing you like this, is this the first time?"

Which?

Er Bao was completely stunned, unable to recover for a while.

"Your prince is also a broken sleeve?!" Erbao sat up straight with force, and leaned weakly against the head of the bed.

This is not okay, I am not a broken sleeve, I want to go home!

"Don't move, you can't go, and you can't get out, just be honest and don't suffer!"

"Fuck! Honest people are destined to suffer!"

Er Bao caught sight of the blood cake on the table, staggered and rushed towards it.He wrapped up the pastries and put them all in his arms, making his new clothes smell like butter and honey.

No matter, instead of leaving the good things for the beasts to eat, it is better to eat them yourself to regain strength and escape.

How could the maid let him come, she rushed forward to grab him, and the guards outside were alarmed by the snatching.The guard rushed in and pulled them away, knocked Er Bao down, and a bag of blood cake rolled to the ground, bouncing around a few times very elastically.

"What's going on?" An annoying voice came from outside the door.

Everyone backed away, and the owner of the voice stepped in front of Er Bao, grabbed Er Bao's chin, and said weakly, "You are making trouble again."

Er Bao reached out to touch the blood cake, and replied weakly: "His Royal Highness, please let me go. I can give you the blood, but nothing else."

The prince was feeling his bones were sore and bitter, and he had nowhere to vent his anger. When he saw his stubbornness, he showed a rare desire to conquer, and sneered weakly, "There is still the ability to flutter, not bad. But fluttering in front of the hall is like a moth." Put out the fire. Even if we don't eat blood cakes, we can still make you docile."

Er Bao shook his head: "Impossible, don't look at how weak I am now, it's easy to resist the current you."

Yo, so arrogant, I like it.His Royal Highness the Crown Prince became more energetic, and simply kicked out all his subordinates, determined to show some color to this bragging little thing.

So on this beautiful day, the weak and weak duo launched a thrilling chase.As for the thrilling method, you can refer to the ninety-year-old lady pushing the mill, and the lame donkey plowing the dry land.

After all, His Royal Highness' legs and feet were slightly better, after all, he didn't throw away two bowls of blood.He stepped on Erbao's clothes, causing Erbao to fall all over the place, and then pinned him down on the ground. In a frenzy, he tore apart the white gauze as thin as cicada's wings, and he couldn't wait to see clearly. His big face was pressed against his chest. Rude but feeble frivolity - bah bah, how could there be another layer!

So he performed the animal behavior again, and sneered and tore it apart—another layer.

Tear off again—one more layer.

Finally tear it open——ah, the gauze clothes of my Scaled Armor Clan are really light and elegant, and the five layers of plain brocade are just enough to hold in the palm of your hand.

"So how many fucking layers are you wearing?!" His Royal Highness laughed back angrily. In addition, the appearance of the person under him, panting and weak, was quite different from that of the day, and his mood eased, so he stopped being angry.

The pretty girl has tasted a lot, and it's almost the same when she comes and goes, and she's tired of it.It was the first time for such a beautiful young man. He was white and soft like a rabbit, so he must have a good taste.

Thinking of this, the animal prince swallowed a wave of saliva, grabbed Er Bao's arm, pulled him up like a boatman pulling a boat, pressed him on the bed, and couldn't wait to rub him.

It's a pity that his physical condition is really not optimistic, he felt dizzy and had to pause for a while, which gave Er Bao a chance to resist.

Erbao leaned against him with his elbow, and his mind was dizzy with the scene of operating on Anser. He wished he could snatch the scalpel from it and perform an excision operation on the prince in front of him.

"Can't you eat the blood cake first? Look at what you've become!" Er Bao tried to delay the time, even if he could knock the dog prince unconscious with a teapot while he was eating the blood cake.

But the prince said: "I'm strong even if I don't eat it. Beauty, give this hall an incense. The fragrance is satisfying. From now on, the glory and wealth will be yours."

His voice was so impatient that Erbao trembled with fear.Why has he always encountered Duanxiu since the Fire Head Army started researching Duanxiu?

This is another chirping sound.

Sujin Wuzhong's entire army was wiped out!

Several jars of ice mirrors in the Prince's Hall were opened wide, making the temperature inside the hall much cooler than outside.As a result, there was a trace of coolness on Er Bao's skin, and the feeling was clearer under the heat, and goose bumps instantly popped up on his white shoulders.

"Ah!! Get your stinky mouth away! Don't touch me, don't touch——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— When he came to him, Erbao vomited, and he vomited until it was dark.

The blushing face of His Royal Highness turned pale in an instant, and then turned into a kind of turnip green: "..."

He quietly breathed into his palm, and when he heard it, his expression became even uglier.

The prince of this dignified family is actually considered bad mouthed?Disgusted enough to vomit?

"How unreasonable!" His Royal Highness was humiliated, lost all interest, and shouted at the closed palace door, "Come here! Drag him out, drain his blood, and give it to the Imperial Forest Army to play with!"

The door of the palace was opened, and a little eunuch bowed his body and asked, "Your Highness, are there no survivors?"

"Don't keep it!" The prince thought for a while after finishing speaking, and changed his words, "Wait, take a breath. Give him an old wild ginseng to suck, and try to be careful when playing, so that he can serve more. Get as dirty as you can!"

It's over.Er Bao thought, is it too late to lie to him that it's just morning sickness?

Sadness is nothing like death, Erbao didn't want to be dirty, slid on the ground and howled.The whistle that the general gave him has not been used yet, and this is going to die.

Will someone help collect the body after death?

Can you put some clothes on him before burying him?

The more I think about it, the more scared I become, the more afraid I can't hold back the snot and tears, Xiao Erbao, who has never seen such a scene, took out the whistle heartbrokenly, and blew it wetly—it's time to say goodbye, General, and we will continue in the future Be personal.

When the fifth army's bronze waist badge resonated with the whistle, the Tibetan bow was carrying the mine owner to fly over the palace wall.

The mine owner had been in a coma for several rounds, and when he woke up again, Mother Earth was several feet away from him, and he groaned and passed out completely.

Cang Gong was very anxious, and when he heard the whistle, he confirmed that the "monster" that the maids were talking about was the second treasure, so he let go and threw the mine owner on the ridge of the roof, while he slid down the glazed red tiles and landed in front of the Prince's Hall.

It's impossible not to alarm the Imperial Forest Army, and he himself didn't care much about it, he just wanted to find the second treasure as soon as possible.

The maid's words were sifted through his mind over and over again, but for some reason it became more and more unclear. At first, he was angry that the Leopard Banner Army failed to protect the second treasure, and then there was only a feeling of burning inside, and his thinking was not clear. Very sharp.

He guessed it was because of the heart, because it hadn't been replenished for a while, and the heart had to be extracted from his body, and the supply was already in short supply.

But Erbao is in danger, he doesn't care about himself.Thinking that Er Bao would be touched by those scum, let go of two bowls of blood, and possibly be bullied, the idea of ​​killing everyone here couldn't be suppressed.

The Palace of the Scaled Armor Clan has been peaceful and peaceful for a long time, and tonight is truly unprecedentedly lively.The imperial army gathered between the palace walls, and the maids and eunuchs ran around to announce, beating gongs and drums and shouting "catch the assassin".

This "assassin" ignored them at all, overturned the night watchmen in front of the prince's hall like a ghost, and then kicked the young eunuch who was answering in front of the hall with a flying kick.

The little eunuch was like a paper sparrow, it squeaked and landed on the prince, so the prince only had time to gasp, rolled his eyes and fell unconscious.

It was this beast who wanted to bully Er Bao.

This sentence popped up in Zang Gong's heart.

The scene that followed was a bit horrible. His Royal Highness, the Prince of the Scale Armor Clan, was beaten awake in a coma, and was beaten unconscious again when he woke up. In a completely different way, he realized the same encounter as the mine owner.

The Imperial Forest Army came wave after wave, but they were all beaten out without exception, and a magnificent bedroom was also destroyed by the collision like a scene after a disaster.

But when the physical body is always exhausted, Zang Gong released a round of true energy, and after closing the door of the sleeping hall, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

He wiped away the blood with his thumb, looked up and saw a small pile of plain brocade and white gauze spread on the ground behind the table.

"Second treasure!"

Cang Gong recognized at a glance that the person buried in the small snow-white pile was the one he had the most on his heart.

When flying past, the person had already fallen into his arms, and then his arms tightened, his heart ached beyond measure.

It's only been two days since I saw her, and she's so weak.

These sons of bitches don't know who they are messing with.

"Second Treasure, dear Second Treasure, wake up." Cang Gong called softly.

When he opened his eyes, Er Bao thought he was dreaming.

It shouldn't be, the mountains are high and the water is far away, this whistle can really blow the general here?Could it be that he is already dead and what he sees is just an illusion?

It may be a hallucination, because the person is swaying and can't see clearly, and there seems to be a bushy beard on his face.

He was dizzy, and his right hand was drooping on the ground, just touching a small soup spoon.He raised the small spoon and knocked a "boom" on the forehead of the person in front of him.

Yeah, it's not a hallucination, it's a person.

So he bit the whistle in his mouth again, blew it, and asked wetly with hissing voice: "Are you my fire leader?"

This question broke Huotou Jun's heart into eight petals.He held Erbao's back in his arms, gently rocked it like a child sleeping, and said, "It's your Huotoujun, and it belongs to Erbao's family. Huotoujun came to rescue you, don't be afraid."

Erbao recognized the voice, it was the easy-going Huotoujun.Tears broke in an instant, and the poor little boss wailed on Huotoujun's chest.However, he was too empty. Once his tense mind was relaxed, all the strength in his body would be drained like a flood, and he couldn't howl a few more times.

Seeing that he was about to fall asleep again, Zang Gong no longer forced him to wake up, picked him up with one hand, picked up a spear on the ground, and pushed open the door latch of the Prince's Hall.

At this time, the Royal Forest Army had already laid a net outside the hall and ordered the "Assassin" to disarm and surrender.There is no "machine" in Zang Gong's hand, only his precious little boss.He pressed the little boss's head into his shoulder socket, and without a word, he was caught in the net of heaven and earth.

The shadow of the spear flew like a shuttle, and sparks flew everywhere.

The dense net woven by the iron rope should not have been pierced by the tip of the gun, so when everyone saw that there were several gaps in the dense net before it was covered, their expressions were all frozen.

When did the spears of the Imperial Forest Army become so sharp?

Use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son, and the spear wins.But no one doubted that if the "assassin" was also using the shield, the shield should be the winner.

All of a sudden, the people who came to catch the assassin were all overwhelmed by the assassin's skills, and all sighed at the same time.Fortunately, they were still sticking to their duties, and when they came back to their senses, they deployed another round of soldiers, and at the same time they pulled out the scales hidden under the skin as a double defense.

Before the unification of the six kingdoms, people with scales were in this scaly state every day. The hard scales can resist damage from hard objects, and can also protect against rain and sun.

But the exchanges with the outside world became more and more frequent, and they increased their knowledge, and they also developed an appreciation for the exposed skin of Huiren, and the "white skin" culture became popular like a spring breeze.

Now it seems that it is good to have scales. This is a racial advantage, just like Hui people always wear brains when they go out.

Oh, except for the one who fell asleep in his arms.

Even so, the Royal Forest Army still underestimated the ability of the "Assassin".Wherever the gun head passed by, the scales they were proud of were all shattered, blood gushed out from the flesh, and blood splashed everywhere.

Too strong, an ordinary spear turned into an indestructible and peerless weapon in his hands.Just like paper can break bamboo, water can break swords, they all dissolve power with speed, and at the same time turn it into power.It's a pity to be an assassin instead of going to the martial arts examination with such ability.

In just one cup of tea, the Imperial Forest Army lost more than half of it.Those who were still standing retreated slowly because of the approach of the "assassin". The encirclement was getting bigger and looser.

In a daze, Er Bao heard someone calling for reinforcements, and wanted to report to His Majesty.

Someone else muttered, saying that first retreat is the advance, and the defense is the attack, and you should not head-on.He also said that he has only seen one person with such a powerful technique, that is, the Huiren Xiandi who took the lead in exterminating the alien monster race in the past.

Immediately there was a retort, saying that he had met his son Emperor Yuanwu, and despite his cruelty and virtue, his attainments in martial arts were even better than his father's.

Er Bao could only see Huotoujun's side face, the resolute and cold outline was softened by the night, and it was not as annoying as usual.

But to say how powerful he is, Er Bao is still reluctant to admit it.There is a little bit of martial arts, but it can only be at the level of the Huotou army, how can it be compared with the tyrant.

A group of scale natives who have never seen the world.

Finally, the reinforcements came, along with His Royal Highness's confidant, the master formation master known as "The Four-Browed Stranger", who was also the one who brought the little boss back to life for His Highness.

Tibetan bow poked the spear in his hand to the ground, and faced the "strange guest".

He was indifferent, "I don't pay attention to you at all"

However, if anyone dares to approach him, he will find that he is actually not as relaxed as he appears on the surface.

The knuckles of the fingers holding the gun were white, trembling slightly due to exhaustion, and his spirit was already on the verge of fainting, but because there was an extremely important person in his arms, he persisted.

"Four Eyebrows" is not quite the same as the Yulin Army, he can smell the strong man's breath, so he asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

Zang Gong said: "You are not qualified to speak with me, call your king."

"Four Eyebrows" was furious: "What an arrogant tone, if you want to see my king, pass me first!"

The two sides fought at such a disagreement.

In the battle of masters, the outcome is often only a breath away. This is a once-in-a-century opportunity. No one wants to interrupt, let alone miss the opportunity to watch the battle.

They all thought that the "Assassin" holding an adult would greatly affect his skill and speed, but because his moves were so chic and beautiful, the guards felt that it was not an influence, but that he intentionally slowed down to accompany the "Assassin". Four eyebrows" to discuss well.

There was a whirlwind blowing around, and the willow leaves were like knives, cutting people's skin with pain.No one knew whether it was a natural wind or a real air current, and they felt their hearts agitated when they were in it, and they couldn't help but forget the identity of the "Assassin" as an assassin, and applauded him secretly.

"It's a mess, it's a mess!" The old lady who was serving the prince heard the news and rushed over. She had already seen the prince lying in the hall bleeding from his mouth and nose, and saw that everyone was watching the battle, and no one was taking care of the prince. She was very angry. Blood spurted straight to the sky.

He squeezed into the crowd and was about to start cursing, but a gust of air flowed into his lungs, before he could even utter a word, he fainted.

It can be seen from this that it is not the natural wind, but the real air flow, and it is the right choice to watch the battle with your mouth and nose covered.

Suddenly there was a bang, and a load-bearing column in the Prince's Hall fell down, and a special smell that was exclusive to Thunderbolt floated over.

The "Assassin" walked out of the smoke, covered in dust, but the little boss who was clutching his arms was safe and sound.

This master made a move, and even threw a thunderbolt?

Everyone's eyes moved to "four eyebrows".

"Four eyebrows" snorted coldly, "This is to capture an assassin, not a fight in the rivers and lakes, you guys should figure out the situation!"

Everyone: Oh, yes, it didn't explode, what a pity.

Although it didn't explode, Zang Gong was still severely injured, his chest was clogged with blood, and he almost felt nauseous when he made a slight movement.Even so, he is still unwilling to let go of the second treasure, fearing that if he puts it down, someone will steal it and never get it back.

"General..." Er Bao happened to wake up at this time, seeing his hair and shoulders covered with a layer of dust, his heart ached, and he said uncomfortably, "Let me down, I can't hold you back."

But Zang Gong helped him straighten a mess of hair on the sideburns. He thought to himself that you are not a slow-down person, you are the pillar of the family, and you were in danger in the Six Wings before. All the stupid things I said were lying to you.

But just as he was about to speak, the blood flowed up, and he couldn't hold it back after all, causing the redness around his mouth to scare the person in his arms.

"Ah!" Er Bao was so frightened that he tried his best to touch the tip of the spear, trying to cut his hand and feed him blood.

It's just that before he could reach it, he was caught by the Tibetan bow, and heard the Tibetan bow say: "It doesn't matter, don't move around."

In the time it took to say these two sentences, a few more thunderbolts were thrown.Amidst Er Bao's exclamation, Zang Gong hugged him and escaped.The moment he fell to the ground helplessly, his knees felt weak, and he just knelt down on one knee. The thud of the kneecap hitting the stone bricks shook Erbao's heart ache.

The "four eyebrows" smiled triumphantly, took the spear out of the hand of the Imperial Forest Army, and aimed at the door of the hidden bow to attack.

The Tibetan bow didn't dodge, and also pointed at it with the spear.

Seeing that he was collapsed, his moves were still steady and accurate. The spear head first slid across the opponent's spine, then turned slightly to one side, pierced into the joint between the spear head and the long handle, and then twisted it skillfully, directly smashing the spear Picked and flew from the opponent's hand.

Immediately after that, the "four eyebrows" were picked up.He didn't expect that the person in front of him still had the strength to hide, and when he was picked by the spear point, he couldn't help but fell out like a meat sandbag.

It landed with a bang, smashed into the ruins of the load-bearing pillars impartially, and was buried by the clanging of glazed bricks and tiles that slid down from the collapsed roof.

This is great, and no one dares to step forward.

The Imperial Forest Army was afraid of this kind of power, so they could only pretend to go and pull the "four eyebrows".

This gave Tibetan Gong a chance to breathe.

Er Bao knew the condition of the bow better than others, knew that he would definitely collapse after playing for so long, suddenly remembered the things in his bosom, so he took the hand of the bow and touched it into his bosom.

A piece of soft and elastic warm touch reached the palm, Zang Gong opened his eyes slightly and said, "It's not the time."

Er Bao: "It's the right time, you should eat this soon, and you will have strength after eating."

Zang Gong pulled out his hand, and suddenly saw a pack of unknown objects.

He is a little complicated: it turns out that this touch does not come from Xiao Erbao's skin.I was very happy.In addition, the child has been in the palace of the Scales all day, is it possible that he is always hungry?It's almost like this, otherwise why would you even carry such tasteless things.

Thinking about it made her feel even more distressed, and hugged him even tighter.

Er Bao didn't understand, so he struggled to push him two inches away, and urged: "Eat it while it's hot, it will definitely smell fishy when it's cold."

Cang Gong took the pastry, his eyes swayed softly, and asked: "You specially left it for me?"

Erbao thought to himself, it’s okay, anyway, after I eat it, I transform it into fresh ones, and then feed the fresh ones to you, it’s just an added process.

So he replied calmly: "Yes, I put it in your arms to keep warm. You must eat it obediently, and it's best not to leave any scum behind."

Tibetan bow: "..."

God, why don't you pick out my bones, rather than gouge out my heart!

The Huotoujun, who was always cold-blooded, was so touched by this, he stared straight at his little boss, and ate up the pig blood-colored pastry in two bites.

I have to say that the aftertaste is really a bit pig bloody, and the butter and honey can't cover it.

When the last piece of dregs was picked up, "Four Eyebrows" was pulled out from the ruins.He was beaten to the point of bleeding, but he looked like he was still fighting, so he pushed everyone away, pointed at the Tibetan bow and said: "Shameless assassin, come again!"

Canggong stood up holding Erbao, his eyes were covered with a layer of dark red again, he suddenly felt blood rushing to his brain for some reason, and all the people and things he saw turned into dark red floating shadows.

"Erbao, what are you giving me?" Huotoujun asked hotly, his breath turning sharp.

Er Bao said, "It's a pastry made with my blood. They named it Xue Rong Cake. How do you feel?"

how about it?

This little fool, he still cares about his taste at this moment.

His eyes were slightly hot, and Huotoujun replied: "It's delicious."

good to eat?

Er Bao complained, asking if his strength had returned, but he cared about the taste.

This fire-headed army deserves to be called a fire-headed army.

A gust of evening wind blew by, and the broken hair of Tibetan bow brushed across the face, and a few strands stayed on the tall nose.Er Bao was afraid that his vision would be blocked and would affect his performance, so he raised his hand to help him pick it up, but he didn't know that this action touched the heartstrings of others.

Zang Gong took a deep breath and pushed Er Bao into his arms.

"Close your eyes later, sleep peacefully, wake up tomorrow and go home."

His movements were very gentle, but he trembled more than when he lost his strength, because he had to restrain his strength, just like the magma in a volcano cavity, which can only be sealed with a narrow opening.

Such a good person, a person he puts on top of his heart, was captured by others as a medicine bag, a tool for picking up yang and nourishing yang.These beasts dare to use Erbao's blood to make cakes...

The heat flowing in the veins turned into a monstrous anger, Zang Gong didn't say any more, and leaped into the air, as if he was no longer the weak fire-headed army who was beautiful on the surface but was about to pant in secret.

At this time, he is the devil that everyone can get and punish, a tyrant who is addicted to killing.How much do you think you know about cruelty?I will let you know tonight.

After a while, King Scale Armor came with his people.

When he got the news, he thought it was an exaggeration. Only after seeing it with his own eyes did he know what kind of bloody storm was blowing in the Prince's Palace.

Too fast, the assassin moves too fast!

His movements are unpredictable, erratic and treacherous, and the naked eye can't keep up with him at all. Even the afterimage of him flashing past is a dynamic picture, as if he doesn't know where his real body stays, and how to attack to hit the bull's-eye.

Could this be an assassin?

Impossible, he has only seen one person with such destructive power in his life.

Alien King.

In Zang Gong's eyes, however, that was not the case at all.

Too slow, he just felt that the opponent was too slow.All the movements and moves were within his preset, even the arrow piercing through the air was lukewarm, wasting his time in vain.

A few drops of blood suddenly splashed on his face, the King of Scaled Armor came back to his senses and wiped it off hastily, only then realized that it could not go on any longer.

He raised his sword and ordered in a loud voice: "Everyone stop! The Imperial Forest Army obeys the order and retreats thirty feet without delay!"

In fact, there were not many imperial guards left in the battle circle who could move. They were overjoyed when they received the order, and retreated three hundred feet even after rolling and crawling.

King Linjia handed the sword to the eunuch, but the sword fell to the ground with a bang. Turning around, the eunuch retreated thirty feet with the team he brought.

"Is Gu telling you to quit? You bastard!"

"Yes!" The Imperial Forest Army had no choice but to surround them again.

"Who are you?" The Scale King asked.

"People who come to do business with you." Cang Gong replied.

He has had more dealings with King Scale Armor than the other kings, so King Scale Armor knows him well. He pretends to be easy to confuse, but his voice and voice are easy to reveal, so he intentionally emphasizes when he speaks, It sounded hoarse and deeper than usual.

Sure enough, King Linjia didn't doubt that there was him, he just said: "You are so courageous, no one has ever dared to go to Gu's palace to do business, and even hurt Gu's Imperial Forest Army."

Tibetan bow said: "What I want to do is not an ordinary business, I think you will be interested. In addition, in addition to the Imperial Forest Army, I also hurt your son. If you want revenge, you can do it now, but I might as well remind you. Don't regret it."

King Linjia couldn't figure out his intentions, he was used to being scheming, so he didn't get angry immediately, so he sent someone to clean up the prince's hall first, check the prince's injuries, and asked: "What business do you do?"

Before he could answer, a few distant and long-lasting howls of ghosts and wolves suddenly came from the roof not far away: "Yah!! Help!! My king save me!!"

King Scale Armor frowned, and recognized the voice.

Cang Gong sneered, and replied: "The business of the Black Fire Oil Mine."

The author has something to say: Note: The reason why Tibetan bow is so powerful is because of the halo of the male protagonist. It does not exist for one person to fight hundreds of people, so cuties, don't try it lightly. (The author has a strong desire to survive)

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