Otherworldly Lord

The speed and power of rumors are always amazing, especially rumors with a certain pink color.

Rhys Myers ran around the castle in tears, and Song Mo's reputation as a betrayer spread throughout Gerryland the next day.

"Have you heard that the lord is not clear about a demon beauty!"

"Your news has been OUT. The latest news is that the lord XXOO'd a beauty. After doing this and that, he kicked her!"

"Oh my God!"

"That's not considered explosive, I heard that the beauty is pregnant! The lord doesn't admit it, so...you understand!"

"No wonder!"

Ever since, after going through first, second, third... the content of the rumors quickly changed, even if Song Mo wanted to pretend that he couldn't hear, it was impossible.

what is this? !When did he even have children? !Also a boy and a girl twins? !

Hearing the latest version of Song Mo, I wish I could just pull out the heavy cannon and blast that shameless guy to death!

"My lord, please calm down." Old John stood by the table calmly, flipping through pages of the profit report brought back by Jason, "As long as you don't worry about it, this rumor will subside after a while gone."

"is it?"

"Yes." The housekeeper Old John replied decisively, "You took off the elf's clothes in front of everyone, and you hugged the elf with the disheveled clothes. Everyone saw it with their own eyes. Didn't it just go away?"

Song Mo frowned. Indeed, gossip based on facts did not stand up in the end, let alone this kind of guess based on one-sided words.However, Song Mo looked at Old John suspiciously. Why did the butler bring up the matter between him and the elf again? Is this comforting him, or adding salt to his wound?

When mentioning this matter, Song Mo would think of what he saw in Jerry at the beginning, and when he remembered what about Jerris, he couldn't help but compare it with that of Jerris. After comparing, Song Mo came to the conclusion that they were all Inhuman!Either red radish or white radish, normal people like me are really far behind.

Sighing that he is not human, black flames appeared in his mind again.Looking at the ring on the tail finger of his right hand, such an image quickly appeared in Song Mo's mind: a dragon with a big belly wearing a golden crown soars into the sky, hovering majestically above the castle, with its mouth wide open, a mouthful of fire Spray it out, mighty and invincible!After thinking about it, my thoughts began to move in the wrong direction again. The transformed dragons are all naked, right?Comparing the situation of other wild animals, people walk on the ground, at least there is a tail to cover them, and the giant dragon flies into the sky.

Song Mo looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle with a subtle expression, combined with the size of the giant dragon, imagined the size of Hei Yan, and then completely admired it.This is definitely not something that carrots can hold...

Sure enough, the dragon is the "big" husband?

But why is he thinking about these things?Song Mo propped his forehead in distress, completely struck by his free thoughts galloping like a wild horse.

Old John glanced at Song Mo while checking the account books, then quickly looked away, pretending he didn't see anything.When the lord is wandering or imagining, it is better not to disturb.

After Old John's persuasion, Song Mo decided to turn a blind eye to the rumors in the territory.Sure enough, within a few days, the rumors about him and Reese gradually subsided, but who knows who was too idle to dig out the two or three things he and Jerry had to say at the beginning!

"The lord kicked away the beauty of the demon race because he was still obsessed with the elves!"

"The lord is really a pure man, a role model for my generation of men!"

A pure man, a role model for men?

Song Mo puffed his cheeks to get lucky, as expected, they were all too free and had nothing to do!With a big wave of his hand, Song Mo moved out the sweet potatoes, taro, and remaining rice seeds piled up in the warehouse.

nothing to do is not it?Gossip isn't it?Are you interested in his private life?All of them are going to farm for me!

As a feudal bourgeoisie, Song Mo deeply reflected on his own actions. Kindness and generosity are not enough. Squeezing and exploiting to death is the last word!

As a result, Greenland's farming business has once again entered the period of the Great Leap Forward in full swing, and will soon reach a new level in the near future!

In the territory, almost everywhere is busy.The skeletons pushed the excavator rumbling past, and the leaders waved their engineering shovels to repair the land, and sighed, sure enough, the elves are the true love of the lord!Didn't you see the gossip lord and the demon beauties before, the lord ignored them, and when the elves were mentioned, he became furious and started to regain his position?

The current physical fitness of the Greenlanders is top notch, digging the ground, what a trifle!Farming is no problem!The only thing that can make everyone nervous is the moment before the harvest of new varieties of crops that are planted!The corn, potatoes, and rice back then were so deep in the memory of the citizens that they couldn't even forget them.This kind of worry gradually replaced the enthusiasm of the residents to gossip, and the rumors in the territory finally gradually subsided.

Sure enough, I didn't bother to gossip when I had something to do.

In fact, digging out the soil that breeds rumors is the best way to ensure that such troubles will not arise again.Song Mo tried it, but the source of the disaster belongs to the unbeatable Xiaoqiang. It is harder than going to heaven to destroy him!

You can't kill Reese, you can only arm yourself.

Song Mo went to find the dwarf brother and handed over the farming related matters to Old John, and spent a week in the blacksmith's shop.Following the example of Old John, with a whip in his left hand and an engineer shovel in his right, with a bag of candy under his arm, Josan and the Mosby brothers, under the coercion of the lord, performed at a super level, making both Maxim and Bazooka out!

During the test firing, Maxim's rainstorm of bullets destroyed the wooden board used as the target, leaving no residue.The powerful shells fired by the bazooka directly chiseled a hole in the huge rock.Lord Song was finally satisfied, and he led people to carry the bazooka and Maqin on the same day, and armed the completed Lord's Mansion on the ground to the end!

The housekeeper, Old John, forbade Song Mo to fire in the underground castle, so Song Mo simply moved to live on the ground.

Maxim in front of the door, mortar behind the wall, bazooka in front of the window, five or six piles of grenades in the yard, a servant and woman holding a sniper rifle, the lord wears two five-fours on his waist, three revolvers, and carries them on his shoulders. With a shot of 95, I also thought about adding another bazooka. I tried it, but it was too heavy, and I couldn’t walk on the road, so I had to give up.

After arming, Song Mo stood with his hips akimbo in front of the gate of the lord's mansion and laughed. I armed myself and the house like a hedgehog, and if I dare to take a step further, I will be greeted by shells and bullets!

Reese tried several times, but every time he tried to sneak in quietly, he failed. The closest distance was only to the window on the second floor of the Lord's Mansion, and he was directly bombarded by a shell on the balcony, followed by An impenetrable rain of bullets.While dodging the bullets, the Mozu wondered, he was obviously well hidden, how did those patrolling people find him?

Reese was thinking about where he had exposed his flaws, while Song Mo had a secret talk with the elves in the lord's mansion.

The demons couldn't attack at night, so they had to play the game of breakthrough every now and then, and Jerrys was the main reason.Demons are the best at runes on the continent, and elves are undoubtedly the best at tracking.At the beginning, Jeris and Bode were able to cross half of the Bright Continent and chase Reese all the way to Greenland, which shows how strong their tracking ability is!

Jerry agreed to help Song Mo only because Song Mo told him: "What I said before was not a joke."

which sentence?

Jerry didn't understand at first, until Song Mo assumed a drunken posture, then he suddenly understood.

Thinking of what Song Mo said in his ear, Jerry's expression finally loosened, "Tell me, can you help me?"

"En, yes." Song Mo nodded, leaning against the window, the afternoon sun was warm, living in an underground castle was nice, but he couldn't enjoy the warmth, "I can help you, just by this contract. "

Looking at the green pattern on the back of Song Mo's left hand, Jerry's eyes became complicated.Immediately, he took out the soul water that had been hidden by his side and put it on the table, but Song Mo shook his head, motioning for Jerry to take the soul water back.

"unuseful."

"you sure?"

"At least I don't need it." Song Mo curled his lips. He had no choice but to let him get close to this thing when he copied it before. He is 1 times unwilling to let him get close to this thing. The bottle is not wine, "I don't know about this thing. How to use it, I don’t intend to know.”

Song Mo walked to the table, put his hands on the table, looked down at Jerry who was sitting on the other side of the table, "I can help you, but you have to promise me one condition."

"As long as I can."

"It's very simple, protect me!"

As soon as Song Mo spoke, Jerry's eyes flashed, and he naturally looked at a certain part of Song Mo's body with the most flesh, and raised one eyebrow, protection, huh?

Song Mo followed his gaze and turned his head. Angry, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the table, "I didn't mean that when I said protection!"

Is this really an elf? !Can you do something more? !Could it be that the food in Gryland has mutated, and the elves who have lived here for a while are starting to be different?

"So, what do you want me to protect you?" Jerris folded his arms around his chest, "As far as I know, your current armed forces are enough to protect yourself."

Song Mo took a deep breath, "If it's as simple as you said, why should I ask you?!"

Jerry looked at Song Mo without making a sound, and Song Mo stared at Jerry without saying a word.

In fact, Song Mo's heart was beating again, whether this elf with a cold face, whose breath seemed to be frosted, would really accept his conditions.You know, getting out of the crystal ball that imprisoned Bode's soul from Reese is by no means an easy task.Relying on Jerry himself, unless he has the ability to defeat Reese, or even kill him, don't even think about it!

"……it is good."

Finally, Jerris spoke first, he stood up suddenly, held Song Mo by the back of his neck, and almost pulled him across the table, the two of them were so close, Jerris' emerald green eyes almost became transparent, " I promise to protect you. Make a contract!"

The wonderful rhythm unique to the elves once again surrounded Song Mo's body. The green pattern on the back of his hand was faintly hot, and a vine slowly climbed up his arm. Song Mo wanted to look down, but was held down by Jerry's hand His shoulders, pink lips printed on his forehead.This kiss didn't have any emotional color, what was there was just the piety and coldness when signing the contract.

After Jerry let go of him, Song Mo's first move was to roll up his sleeves. Originally, the pattern covering the back of his hand had already climbed up his wrist. The single green leaf had also turned into a vine as thick as a little finger, wrapping the His half forearm.

"This is?"

"The Protector's Contract."

Jerry took Song Mo's left hand, lowered his head, and his lips lightly fell on Song Mo's forearm. Where Jerry's lips touched, those green vines seemed to come to life.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a contract." Jerry straightened up, "And it's very useful."

"Really?" Song Mo raised his arm, looked at it for a while, and then asked, "You don't ask me what I want you to protect me anymore?"

"No need, the contract will tell me."

"...Could it be this, you know what I think, right?"

"No. It's just that I will know when you are in danger."

"That's good." Song Mo breathed a sigh of relief, if Jerry could know what was going on in his mind, it would be a great joy.For example, the size issue he just compared not long ago, if Jerris knew about it, the elf would probably break the contract directly and stab him to death with an arrow.

Just as Song Mo was thinking, a strange expression suddenly flashed across Jerry's face.As for whether the truth of the contract is as the elf said, it is indeed open to debate...