Hyperreal board game

The next day, Maharaja woke up and didn't get up immediately. Instead, he supported his upper body with one hand and stared sideways at Brother An for a long time.

An Ge felt guilty when he saw him, and pulled up the quilt to cover his face: "What are you looking at?"

The majesty tore off the quilt and continued to stare with a frown: "Your eyes are red and swollen. You cried behind my back last night? Why is there no sound at all?"

An Ge stammered: "Heaven, you are so talented?"

After finishing speaking, he retorted obtusely: "I didn't cry, I was just teasing you. I just had a dream all night, and I felt so uncomfortable."

Maharaja smiled and rubbed his head: "Did you dream about being bullied by me?"

An Ge was expressionless: "I won't remember when I wake up."

The boy clicked his tongue and sighed: "It is said that the inability to remember dreams is a precursor to memory decline, brother Clay, be careful."

An Ge pushed him away: "Stop talking!"

However, his eyes were swollen and dry, and he was sore and uncomfortable. When he was about to apply it, the Maharaja had already covered it with his hand.

The cool and soft breath gently penetrates the eyelids and heals dry eyeballs.

This is not a devil, it is clearly his little angel.

The boy smiled softly, "Okay, don't stay in bed, I still have to meet guests with me today."

An Ge: ... Can I ask for sick leave?

The answer is of course no.

After that, An Ge had no choice but to accompany him to the meeting for most of the day as a prospective partner.Although several dukes and marquises in Qianmo Palace were very dissatisfied with this, but now they don't have the strength to be valued by the maharaja if they express strong opposition. Swish to fly eye knife.

An Ge said: childish.

One of the issues is that the lords of several other planes are preparing to form an alliance with the end of all things, so they sent envoys to discuss.

The majesty interrupted the messengers with a sneer before they finished speaking: "Although the abyss is a good place to sleep, you should hide and dream honestly when dreaming, and don't shame yourself in front of others. Just rely on your A few rural lands that add up to not enough for my pet's snacks for a week, also want to talk about alliances with me?"

After speaking, he turned his head and explained to An Ge: "It's that black dragon, it's called Dahei, and you've seen it before."

An Ge: I never suspected that you were hinting at me.

Majesty: I dare not dare, absolutely dare not, I want to continue to sleep in bed tonight.

The leading emissary was an old goat, and he still put on a majestic and angry look, wanting to continue: "Your Majesty Explosive Flame, we are the oldest demon species in the endless abyss..."

The boy frowned coldly, and as soon as he raised his hand, a red fireball with a diameter of more than two meters rolled down the steps of the throne, spouting flames all the way, like a sun shrunk many times, emitting astonishing heat and brightness, Then the messengers rolled over.

The envoys fled in embarrassment, but their skin and flesh were still scorched black, and there was not even a single hair left. The old white goat was burned into a black woolless sheep.

The boy still proudly sat on the throne, and casually raised a finger: "First, it is Your Majesty, not Your Excellency; second, although you are old and experienced, you have been a devil for more time than my father, but my status is higher than yours." Noble, you should kneel down when you see me; third, recognize your position, if you still have any unrealistic illusions to see me next time, I don’t mind roasting an old goat to treat my subjects. Not only that, I will also Roast your entire tribe into a whole lamb feast."

The envoys showed a look of fear and apprehension, and did not dare to make any more excuses. Instead, they all knelt down and saluted, then bent their waists extremely low, and exited the hall humbly.

But the boy had already turned his head to show off to An Ge triumphantly: "How is it? I'm a handsome man, right?"

An Ge: "You don't forget to eat while you're handsome, I admire you."

The boy smiled happily and told the clerk: "Next."

The clerk kept an eye on his nose, his nose, his heart, and stood by the side very dedicatedly. When he heard the order, he sent an order to let the next audience come in.

In this way, I dealt with business for the whole morning, and at noon, I had to have lunch with Lord Acid Mist.According to the boy, Lord Acid Mist is a powerful ally who is qualified to form an alliance with him.

... An Ge originally thought that the name Baoyan Dajun was tasteless enough, but he didn't expect that there would be Acid Mist Dalord, and it really depends on the foil.

Before going to the restaurant, they have to change again.

An Ge felt that these demons hadn't learned how good they were, but they had learned the tedious and boring etiquette from humans.

But you can only do as the Romans do.

When eating, he changed into a robe that was more comfortable and easier to move around. An Ge seemed to have lost weight recently, so the robe he made didn’t fit well. The attendant brought sewing tools and temporarily tightened his waist. I don’t know if it was intentional or not. Be careful, a needle went into An Ge's waist.

An Ge's position was already sensitive, and when the needle pricked him, he broke out in a cold sweat and let out a muffled snort.

The attendant turned pale with fright, knelt on the ground, trembling with his forehead against the floor, begging tremblingly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me...Your Majesty, please forgive me..."

The boy held An Ge in his arms for the first time, made sure that he was fine, and then looked down at the attendant with a cold face, his disgusted and contemptuous eyes seemed to be looking at a pile of poisonous and harmful things that had passed the garbage collection period and were not allowed to be thrown away. Garbage, "drag it down."

Another attendant stepped forward to drag him, and that attendant hurriedly grabbed An Ge's robe and shouted hissingly: "Concubine Majesty! Forgive me, I didn't do it on purpose, please help me!"

Before An Ge could speak, the Maharaja had already pulled out a saber from the waist of a guard, the blade was red and hot, and he swung it down.

The blade cut off the attendant's two arms, as if gently cutting off two pieces of tender lotus root, and because of the high temperature of the blade, the wound was directly scorched without even a drop of blood flowing.It can be said to be very considerate.

The boy threw the knife back to the guard, and the other guards hurried forward and took out An Ge's robe corner from the fingers of the severed arm.The two hands were so tightly gripped that the attendants had to break off a few fingers to completely free the cloth.

The Maharaja continued to sneer: "Whether it was intentional or unintentional, you know in your heart. If you want to test the bottom line, I will let you know the bottom line now. If anyone has any wrong thoughts, just give my Dahei a snack."

He then ordered to his attendants: "Dahei likes to eat raw food recently, roast it until it is half-cooked before feeding it."

The attendants obeyed respectfully, dragging the attendant with a severed arm who had fainted from the pain and retreated.

All this happened so fast that An Ge didn't even have time to interject, and was startled one after another, and then remained speechless until the incident ended.

The stench of scorching wounds, the crisp sound of finger bones being snapped off one by one, all still reverberated in his consciousness.

By the time he yelled "Wait", it was too late.

But the boy still muttered unwillingly: "He dared to prick you with a needle. If it wasn't for fear that you wouldn't like it, I wouldn't be so cheap to him."

Roast until medium-rare and feed it to the dragon. What kind of "cheap him"?

An Ge felt chest tightness, pushed away the second attendant who was sewing for him, and took the boy's arm, "Forget it...forget it, that, he didn't mean it, you cut off his hand, no need Kill the Heylong?"

The boy nodded kindly, turned his head and said: "Go and remind the butcher, don't kill it while roasting, save a breath to feed the dragon."

A red-haired attendant nodded and turned to deliver the order.

An Ge was a little dazed with anger, told the red-haired attendant to stop, rubbed his forehead and said, "Wait a minute, don't send orders, that's not what I mean. I mean, stop here."

"That can't be done, Brother Clay," the boy said gently, the words seemed familiar, just like when An Ge said let's go back at the lake of flames, there was a strange soft stubbornness, and it was impossible to hear it. The unchangeable, unbreakable, unrivaled tough attitude, said in such a gentle way, is really awkward and annoying, "The demons are very ignorant, they can grow back even if they cut off their arms, this is a threat to them. I won't see it. Even if I feed this traitor to the dragon today, it doesn't mean that there will be no troubles in the future... So, you must not give in here, otherwise, you will be swallowed by the other party. Brother Clay, I am for protect you."

The boy's eyes were a little deep, and he smiled as if mocking himself: "You blame me."

An Ge... An Ge still couldn't accept it.

The cruelty and bloodiness of the devil, it is a matter of course to inflict harm without knowing it, but thinking that there is a good reason, without repentance, this is actually more terrible than deliberately hurting others.

An Ge said: "I'm not afraid of these little tricks, and I don't need you to protect me like this. You don't have to do such a thing for me..."

The boy's eyes lit up: "Really? Then next time, I don't have to worry about you saying that my punishment is too severe, and punish those traitors in the way I want most?"

An Ge was silent for a few seconds, then asked hesitantly, "Do you think the punishment just now was too light?"

The boy nodded with an expression of taking it for granted: "It's just too cheap for him, it's not fun at all."

An Ge was choked up instead.

Damn, there is no way to communicate with the demons.

An Ge was so angry that his brain hurt, his whole body felt uncomfortable, and he was terribly aggrieved.

The boy smiled and took his hand, "Okay, let's go to lunch, the guests are waiting."

An Ge shook off his hand, just about to lose her temper, but suddenly remembered something.

This is not his partner, not someone he needs to communicate with and worry about how he can turn back if this goes on.

Why bother to argue over a trivial matter, and affect the subsequent plans?

The pile of Morse codes has not yet been cracked, Yue Zimo is still waiting for him, compared to other trivial matters, what are other emotions?

So he shoved his hand back guiltily, "Let's go."

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at him, as if he was hesitant to say something, but in the end he still laughed as usual, and took the young man to the banquet.