On the revolutionary friendship between the underworld and the underworld

"Huh—I'm really saved, I thought I was going to die here." After wolfing down food that was several times that of an ordinary person, the old-fashioned young man in a bamboo hat finally patted his belly and sat down contentedly. On the shoulder of the boy next to him:

"I didn't expect to meet fellow countrymen in this foreign country. Xia Tonghu, what is the name of this kind little brother?"

"Tong Hu?" His Majesty stopped to fetch food from A-Gump, turned his head and looked around at the tender young man in front of him who seemed to be able to pinch water, and asked very suspiciously: "Did you come from here?" Did you come from Wulaofeng?"

"How do you know, can this be seen too?!" Tong Hu's expression was shocked.

"Guess." His Majesty tried his best to shake the figure of a certain purple eggplant from his mind, and then decisively took out a small notebook from his sleeve and said with a serious expression: "Anyway, please sign it."

"Sign what?" Tong Hu was at a loss.

"If you sign it, you sign it"

"If this is a contract of sale, I will be finished."

"Why are you so poor?"

"Hey, I learned some storytelling from Mr. Teahouse in the early years"

Perhaps it was the relationship between the two beings from the Celestial Dynasty, coupled with the extremely familiar personalities of the two, an extremely strange friendship developed in just a few minutes.

After learning that the boy in front of him was also on the same journey, Tong Hu enthusiastically mentioned the bamboo basket full of herbs on His Majesty's back, saying that he could take it along.

"Did you say your name is Yan?" Tong Hu scratched his head in doubt: "In the Central Plains, it's rare to see a name with a single character."

"Yan is my first name, and my surname is Wang," Your Majesty said in a serious and gentle manner.

"Wang Yan? It sounds like a very dignified name..." But I always feel that this name doesn't suit the smiling young man in front of me all the time.

It is not Tong Hu's style to comment on other people's names and looks, so he quickly changed the topic to other places.

"I was summoned by the constellation not long ago, so I left my hometown and traveled long distances to come to the Sanctuary. What about you, why are you also in the Sanctuary?"

"Well... for various reasons"

"for example?"

"My sons are all saints inside?"

"puff--"

Tong Hu spewed out the water he was drinking, and quickly reached out and grabbed the shoulder of the person next to him, turning him around and observing him up and down. Sure enough, no matter how he looked at the person in front of him, he looked about the same age as him. They actually have sons?More than one?

"Yan, you already have a son?!" With a frightened face.

"Yes, if you don't believe me, take a look." His Majesty said, pointing to the little lion running towards him in the training ground.

"Sir~ you're back~!" Regulus ran fast with his two short legs, and he arrived in front of him almost instantly. He jumped up and hung around His Majesty's neck like a koala.

"Did Regulus have a good training today?" His Majesty said as he wiped the sweat from the little lion's forehead.

"Yes! Yes! Today I defeated a lot of people! Sisyphus also said that he would apply to the Pope to let me start the trial of Leo's holy clothes inheritance in advance." The little lion squinted his eyes and rubbed his neck in enjoyment. Mr.'s hair is so cool and comfortable...

"Huh, so fast?" Even the talented Sisyphus and Asi started the trial when they were about 13 years old. Why was Regulus so many years in advance?

"Sir, who is this person next to you?" The little lion pointed to the shocked Tong Hu suspiciously.

"Tong Hu is a new trainee, and he is going to report to the old man." His Majesty said succinctly, then glanced at Tong Hu who was confused because of the language barrier and continued:

"But it seems that there is a language barrier, so I am going to send him to the Pope's Hall in person."

"Can I help?" said the little lion, squatting down and making a back posture: "Sir, you can come up."

"..." His Majesty always felt that he should reflect on the impact of his lazy behavior on children. Obviously, Regulus must have seen the usual scenes of him enslaving various friends, so he wanted to follow him in a similar way... …

"Still not...?" Before His Majesty could finish speaking, he felt a sense of weightlessness, and his knees and shoulders were embraced by a pair of arms that were not strong or even slender. , as if measuring weight.

"What, sir, it's not heavy at all, it's not as heavy as the stone you just smashed." The little lion muttered and glanced at the stunned Tong Hu behind him and said:

"This big brother, come quickly, we can run faster than anyone else!"

After finishing speaking, the little lion carried a body twice its size and ran away, leaving only Tong Hu who ate a mouthful of ashes.

"Sanctuary...is really a place where Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..." It took a while for Tong Hu to recover and said with emotion.

No, now is not the time for emotion!

"Wait for me!"

Seeing that the father and son (?) were about to run away, a certain boy in a bamboo hat quickly chased after them.

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After bringing the future Libra Saint to the Pope's Hall, the old man was very pleased that someone had done a good deed, but at the same time he quickly dismissed him, meaning that he should go where to play Just don't dawdle in front of him.

Not long after the return of Libra, Shi Ang of Aries also returned to the sanctuary with his holy clothes, and the little lion's holy clothes were also obtained within a year after that, so the strongest twelve gold saints have already Collect them all.

Obtaining the Saint Cloth of the Leo meant that Regulus had to carry out the mission issued by the Pope, so when he saw the little lion carrying the Saint Cloth Box to bid him farewell, His Majesty suddenly had a feeling that my son had just grown up. Feel.

"Then I'm leaving, sir, goodbye~!" Because the holder was too young, the holy cloth box was pressed on the little lion's back like a huge snail shell, which looked very funny.

His Majesty waved his hand in farewell, and at the same time, a golden-brown fur-colored armored bird flew into the air and landed silently on the holy cloth box carried by the little lion.

"Sir..." Sisyphus' voice came from behind.

"Sisyphus?" His Majesty looked back at the tall man who suddenly appeared and said with a smile, "You really are still worried about Regulus, so you can't help but come and have a look."

"...Ah, it's a little bit." Having been punctured, Sisyphus rubbed his nose and sat down on a stumped pillar. He looked at the person beside him who was holding a cup of tea and said involuntarily:

"Yan, it's been a long time since you came to Sanctuary..."

His Majesty didn't expect Sisyphus to mention this suddenly, and was a little surprised for a moment: "Yes~ It seems that you have stayed here for a long time, but why did you suddenly mention this? I think We haven't reached the age of reminiscing about the old days."

"...I didn't mean to say this." Sisyphus said with a serious expression, "As you know, most of the holy clothes have already belonged, and the magic stars are awakening in various parts of the world. Maybe it won't be long before the jihad..."

"So, you're going to beat me around and drive me away?" His Majesty spoke before Sisyphus finished speaking.

"........."

"Oh, so you are really a group of gentle people." His Majesty said with a chuckle.

This topic did not go on as expected, because before Sisyphus could open his mouth, he was called away by the old man, and His Majesty felt relieved, packed up his things and walked towards the Virgin Palace.

In the past few years, Ashmita's hair has grown longer, and he can braid it.

"Pfft—ah ha ha ha ha...!"

After piercing two golden marijuana flowers on the back of Ashmita's forehead, who was concentrating on chanting sutras, His Majesty laughed again.

Ashmita, with a calm expression, stopped his movements immediately, and said "go" softly to the Virgo Saint Cloth Box, and a lump of golden object rushed out of the Saint Cloth Box like a hungry tiger and rushed towards the frantic smiling man. His Majesty rushed forward.

One thing falls one thing, this sentence has been fully explained between His Majesty, Ashmita and Virgo Cloth.

"Sir, you have a Saint Cloth on your body." In the Pope's Hall, Little Lolita Sasha touched the Virgo Saint Cloth attached to His Majesty curiously and said, "Is the Sir also a Saint Seiya recognized by the Saint Cloth?"

No, the Virgo Saint Cloth just likes to cling to himself, Sasha, don't you see that he can't walk now that he is wearing the Saint Cloth?

"Speaking of which, Sasha, have you grown a lot taller recently?"

"Is there? It seems that the skirt is a bit short." Sasha stood up from the seat and pulled at her white gauze skirt that reached the floor. Now the skirt is short to her ankles.

"But it's okay, there are bigger skirts on the side of the Goddess Temple, just change them next time," Sasha said with a smile.

"I don't think I've seen Sasha in other colors." Except for the black nun's dress when I first came to the sanctuary, the other goddess-specific dresses are all white, and because the colors are the same, the styles are the same. It looks similar, white is still a bit too plain for a young girl.

It just so happened that he also wanted to go back to the island, and it would be good to go to the female relatives to get some brighter cloth to make some new skirts for Sasha.

"Eh, can it be done?!" Sasha hit it off with His Majesty's thoughts, and immediately cooperated with each other to measure the size and discuss the details of the skirt.

"..."——Pope Sage and Sisyphus who somehow feel that they can't intervene in this kind of issue.