God of War has joined the deluxe package of running with the ball

Two completely different hands are still holding each other, both of them seem to have goosebumps all over their bodies because of the special touch of the other's palm, but I don't know where the strange diplomatic etiquette comes from, it seems that whoever lets go first is not polite, the secretary Changhe Chuangsheng Empire's Scales shook hands for 5 minutes, and then let go, and when they let go, Scales' palms were warmed by the mermaid's body temperature.

There are so many wonderful races in the big universe - both sides thought of it at the same time.

"Marshal Evan, please settle down first and take a rest. We will prepare a reception dinner for you and your team later." Aisa said politely.

Speaking of the dinner, the Scales bared their fangs, showing an expression that perfectly fits the image of a "bloodthirsty ogre" in human culture.

The secretary-general's tail twitched, resisting the urge to retreat.

Well, this is the diplomacy between the two countries, and they shouldn't eat mermaids on the spot to add to the fun when they are happy.

Besides, although the Scales look like this, they are vegetarians!

Evan replied with a gentle voice that didn't match his expression: "Thank you, Secretary General. We flew all the way and drank nutrient solution all the time. Now we are really starving to death."

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought proudly that my star energy is very strong, so it will be difficult to eat.

The children in the family should be more difficult to eat, that is really the strongest mermaid he has ever seen.

Because this is indeed not an integer anniversary of the alliance, the people of the alliance are just preparing for a small holiday trip. People also felt very puzzled, and noticed a trace of unusual breath.

Of course, they didn't expect that the Alliance God of War had quietly gone to the border area.

Although Han Tianjing's going to the front line is a secret, it can't stop the perception of the protoss species.

The pink mermaid flicked the star net depressingly, wishing she could be like those netizens who didn't know what Han Tianjing was doing, and foolishly looked forward to seeing the marshal at the press conference for the dinner reception, and frantically urged the reporter to squat at the gate of the marshal's mansion.

There is a welcome banquet in the evening, and the banquet is very sumptuous. This is the only happy thing for the protoss these days.

Uncle Secretary-General couldn't bring Dad back from the front line, but Uncle Secretary-General is still very useful. At least the food he provided was very delicious, ten thousand times better than what Dad had.

Although the banquet is a state-level reception banquet, it is still a banquet, mainly for food, so the secretary-general brought his little boy here very rudely, stuffed it into the list of participants, and told him to eat quietly. All right, pay attention to etiquette, and everything else will be fine.

The Protoss sat in the corner, like a bunch of pink mushrooms, muttering about Papa.

The waiters are making preparations in the banquet hall. The plates on the dining table are being arranged neatly one by one. The receptionist in formal dress is wiping away the dust that accidentally falls on the plates with a clean cloth towel, making sure that every plate is shiny.

The protoss hugged its tail and looked at the nearest one boredly. The receptionist was also a mermaid with a relatively common cyan tail and was carefully checking each plate.

The plates were so bright, the little mermaid clutched her stomach unhappily, hungry, why did she keep wiping the plates and glasses, but still didn't serve the food.

Wipe it back and forth, it seems that the more you wipe it, the dirtier it gets.

what.

The protoss raised its head.

His domain expanded silently. Even though this is the Yehuang's home field, as his domain opened up, the energy of the Yehuang quietly vacated an area for him after a brief surge, allowing this seen The children on one side are playing around in their imperial court.

But the Protoss wasn't playing around.

Powerful perception covered the past, and every polished plate was shining brightly.

It was a brilliance invisible to the naked eye. The special energy fluctuations made those plates "dirty" in the perception of the protoss. He stood up, swam to a table, and touched the clean and beautiful dish with his fingers. plate.

What the hell is this weird energy.

He carefully deconstructed the substance on the surface of the plate, um, there is no threat to the father and the baby, and it seems to be fine to the mermaid uncle. What kind of newly invented paint is this?

But he didn't let up.

Perhaps because of staying with God of War, the protoss subconsciously sensed the crisis.

He felt that the mermaid secretary-general brought the strange-looking foreign uncle into the banquet hall, so he subconsciously rushed to the waiter who wiped the dishes, grabbed his wrist at an alarming speed, fixed his hand holding the cloth towel, and Yelling, "Hey, what are you smearing on your plate!"

The staff member was taken aback, and the tail of the fish flicked up, making a super invincible and loud noise.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted.

The Secretary-General raised his forehead, and before he had time to speak, the scale clan beside him had already asked: "Hey, where did this kid come from?"

The Secretary-General was a bit showing off, and replied: "Sorry, this is a child in my family. He is usually very elegant and polite. This must be what happened. Ellie, what did you shout just now? What is on the plate?"

Evan was taken aback, and slowly repeated: "Is your child?"

The waiter twisted his tail in confusion, his wrist was grasped too tightly, his fingertips were red, and he said very aggrieved: "Your Excellency Secretary-General, this kid said that I wiped something on the plate. He let go of me, kid, what a lot of strength!"

The scene was a bit chaotic, and it wasn't over yet. The scale marshal suddenly showed a solemn expression, raised his head and said to the air, "Is His Majesty the Night Emperor of the Starry Night Alliance present?"

The Secretary-General was surprised: "Your Majesty is coming?"

Scale: "I feel the domain of the protoss, but..."

Why doesn't it seem to be as powerful and incomparable as in the legend?Is this really the domain of the emperor?No way, why doesn't it seem like it's not as good as the quasi-king class of my own family.

Of course there was no response in the air.

The Secretary-General frowned——outsiders don’t know, but he knows that the Emperor Ye is sleeping, and it is impossible to suddenly cover this place with a domain. Besides, has he never been in the Emperor Ye’s domain? He knows what it feels like. The Emperor Ye’s domain is A high-profile eternal night, right now...

Is there really a realm of protoss?There is nothing abnormal in the whole space.

A technical officer accompanying the Scale Clan suddenly exclaimed at this moment: "Plate, there is indeed something on the plate!"

Secretary General: "?"

……

In the middle of the night, Han Tianjing received an urgent secret report.

The evening news was still broadcasting. The Marshal of the Scale Clan arrived at Capital Star. Under the personal reception of the Secretary-General, he held a warm and friendly welcome dinner. The guests and hosts had a great time.

But the secret security received by Han Tianjing showed that someone intended to poison the Scale Clan.

All the tableware was smeared with a substance that is very deadly to the scale race. After special extraction, it is colorless and odorless. The scientific name and introduction of the plant are listed at the back. Han Tianjing skipped it because he was too lazy to study biology.

According to the report, the waiters who were ordered to wipe the dishes were ignorant. Someone used this plant extract, which is poisonous to the scales, mixed it into the disinfection equipment, and then steamed it to the cloth towels used for dusting. After each tableware is wiped, it will be contaminated with trace amounts of toxins.

A plate alone is never fatal, but after a meal of running water, the toxins ingested can start to weaken the Scale.

In the next few days, if we move other hands and feet, it will easily cause the Marshal of the Scale Clan to be assassinated and die suddenly during his visit to the Starry Night Alliance.

And this should be absolutely secret, this extract has no effect on the warm-blooded races of the Starry Night Alliance, and too little content can only be accurately detected by high-tech equipment, let alone be noticed by the scales.

The people behind the scenes just never thought that in the domain of the emperor-level star spirit species, there is another gold-level star spirit species that will only eat and drink at banquets.

Once the incident happens in the Starry Night Alliance, no matter who the real culprit is, the blame will automatically be on the Starry Night Alliance's back.

"The Creation Empire is looking for a reason to go to war." Pascal sneered in the communication, "Even your own marshal is willing to go all out?"

Han Tianjing frowned: "No, Marshal Evan must not know about it. Although his team is suspected, the suspicion is not serious. After all, there is something wrong with our utensils, and his subordinates cannot touch our kitchen supplies. "

Pascal: "Well, the suspects are locked on the two heads of our reception team, and they are undergoing an urgent trial. Let me tell you, that kid in your family has played a huge role."

Han Tianjing caressed his lower abdomen inexplicably: "What does this have to do with my child?"

Pascal's eager eyes followed Han Tianjing's movements. Han Tianjing adjusted the video angle so that he couldn't see his waist and abdomen with a dark face. Pascal looked back sadly and replied: "No, don't you have a merman kid? The secretary-general said you saved it." Child, the perception of stars is so strong that he can feel such a small amount of poison."

Han Tianjing: "..."

Pascal teased unceremoniously: "I can't tell, God of War, the mighty moon, actually likes children, hehe."

Han Tianjing sneered: "It's fine as a civil servant. As a marshal, can't you tell that it's a protoss? Or are you talking about the false Yehuang family, and you can't even notice that a foreign protoss enters your majesty's domain?"

One hit kill.

Silence, the video was as silent as a freeze.

After a long while, the night lamp was so flickering that it couldn't say a word.

Han Tianjing: "Hello?"

Pascal let out a breath with difficulty, and forcibly quibbled: "You are still the best. It's okay for you to ask the secretary-general to help you take care of the children, but you actually asked the secretary-general to help you take care of the Protoss?"

"It's not me who sent it there." Han Tianjing sneered, "Is it my fault that he is overflowing with maternal love?"

"The point is, you don't tell him the truth." Pascal gave a thumbs up, "It's fine."

Han Tianjing raised the corner of his mouth: "During the critical period of Yehuang's advancement, an unknown and unexpected Protoss species hidden in the crowd is a special weapon for our Capital Star Security. The Secretary-General will not blame me if he knows the truth in the future."

"But he will lose his scales like crazy." Pascal laughed loudly, "Okay, the results of the interrogation are out, I'll go and have a look. You wait for my news before acting."

"No need." Han Tianjing stood up, and Pascal realized that the opponent was fully armed and ready to fight at any time.

He said: "Seeking benevolence and benevolence, some guys in Creation Empire want to go to war so much, of course I will satisfy them."

The Alliance God of War has never bothered to fight back defensively.

Besides, as the saying goes, offense is the best defense.

The author has something to say: Night Light: Hahaha, God of War likes little brats!

Mingyue: Hehe, it really is a false family.

Yehuang: Yes, after all, I never admitted it.