The food here at home is delicious, delicious, delicious!
Eggs have the taste of eggs, pork has the taste of pork, and vegetables have the taste that vegetables should have!
Maybe when Zhu Tou turns 40, he should find a small village with a nice environment and live in a small yard. There will be a broadband line and everything will be fine!
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In the early hours of the morning, thirty miles to the west outside the city of Berelli, in a hunting palace of the Gallic royal family, Holy Light I and Wright Chenxi sat opposite each other. www!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!coM
The two looked at each other speechlessly. Occasionally, Wright Chenxi would turn his head to look at the cyan-blue light in the shark's oil lamp. The lights flickered slowly, and the unique fragrance of shark oil filled the small reception room.
After all, this is a palace where you stay temporarily when you go hunting, not the Palace of Victory in Berelli. The decoration of this reception room is very simple, but it has a homey feel. The dozens of beast skull specimens fixed with huge rivets on the wall gave this small reception room a strong and ferocious atmosphere.
"The notice should have arrived, right?" Wright Chenxi suddenly glanced at Holy Light I.
"The notice should have arrived!" Holy Light I nodded.
Wright Chenxi stood up, walked in through a small door in the corner of the reception room, and then closed the door quietly. In the secret room behind the small door, thirty-six Saint Master-level red archbishops of the Dawn Temple worked together to activate the Grace of Dawn large-scale magical enchantment, completely covering up the atmosphere in the secret room.
Except for the thirty-six red archbishops of the Dawn Temple, there were only Wright Chenxi and twenty-six other great elders of the major temples and churches wearing various colored robes in this secret room. Among them, the most eye-catching ones are three vicissitudes of life old men wearing strange robes of light gold, made of material that is as moist and clear as crystal, and shines like water waves when they walk.
These three old men were so old that they were out of shape, with gray-white skin tightly wrapped around their frames. Thumb-sized bluish-brown age spots were visible on his pale face and arms. Every breath they took was like the moans of zombies in the coffin, exuding a chilling atmosphere that made people shudder.
When the clergy present, including Wright Chenxi, looked at the three golden-robed old men. Their expressions were full of respect, enthusiasm and fear. It was a fear that came from their bones, a fear that even prevented them from breathing loudly.
The three old men quietly held golden scepters as tall as one person and sat on round stools like statues. He looked at the small door through which Wright Chenxi came in with an expressionless expression. Their eyes were turbid, as if they had no focus, and their auras existed in a vague and non-existent state, somewhere between life and death. No one dared to come within three steps of them.
After waiting quietly for a quarter of an hour, Mr. Mo's carriage entered the gate of the hunting palace. Accompanied by two disciples, Mr. Mo strode to the reception room where the Holy Light I was sitting with a relaxed and happy smile. indoor.
Holy Light I stood up. He nodded slightly to Mr. Mo: "Mr. Mo!"
Mr. Mo bowed to Holy Light I and said with a smile: "Your Majesty!"
Holy Light I narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. He said in a deep voice: "Tea... It was my birthday a few days ago. The Duke of Green Forest sent tribute tea from the huge empire in the east. Mr. Mo can taste it carefully."
Pause slightly. Holy Light I said softly: "It can be seen that sir is in a good mood."
Mr. Mo smiled and sat relaxedly on a sofa next to Holy Light I: "Some things I have worked hard for many years have finally been accomplished, so I am in a good mood and feel relaxed! I don't know. Your Majesty summoned me so urgently, what's the matter?"
Holy Light I sat back down, put the scepter aside, then clasped his hands together and placed them gently on his knees. He looked at Mr. Mo and said calmly: "I have some very important things to ask sir for advice. The resistance army in the south is getting stronger and stronger. They have already raised questions about my identity. They say that I am not from the Gaul family. Bloodline.”
With a slight sigh, Holy Light I said word by word: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible!"
Mr. Mo frowned, then nodded with a smile, and casually took a cup of green-green tea that exuded a faint fragrance from the maid. He took a sip of the steaming fragrant tea, then his eyes lit up involuntarily, and he swallowed the tea cleanly in a few sips.
Breathing out a breath of hot tea that was fragrant, Mr. Mo nodded and praised: "The tribute tea of the Blood Qin Empire? It's really strange, why is the tea produced there always many times higher than the highest quality tea in the western continent? Is it because of water, soil and climate issues?”
Holy Light I smiled. He took the tea cup from the maid and placed it on the small table next to him. He looked at Mr. Mo and asked word by word: "What is Mr. Mo's opinion on the Southern Resistance Army?"
When asking this question, Holy Light I stretched out ten fingers and slowly bent them one by one.
Mr. Mo looked at the strange movements of Holy Light I in confusion. Is this counting? Holy Light I had never behaved like this in front of Mr. Mo before, which puzzled Mr. Mo. But Mr. Mo didn't take this matter seriously. He raised his head with a smile and quietly thought about how to decipher the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army.
Recently, all his thoughts have been on Idris and the Black Tiger family. He has ignored the situation in the Gallic Empire. Holy Light I summoned him into the hunting palace in the early morning and asked about this matter. It was obvious that Holy Light I was a little anxious. Mr. Mo shook his head gently. This was his own oversight and he would not make it again in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo looked at Holy Light I and smiled: "Actually, it is very simple to crack down on the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army..."
When he said this, all ten fingers of Holy Light I happened to be bent. He clenched his fists and looked up at Mr. Mo: "Let's give up the issue of the Southern Resistance Army. Let's talk about something else. Mr. Mo, I have always had a deep respect for you, and I have always been very grateful to you. Because you betrayed my father, you allowed me to ascend the throne."
With a sigh, Holy Light I said in a deep voice: "So, I hope you will not destroy my good impression of you, because this will make it difficult for me to decide whether I should completely purify your body and soul."
Mr. Mo's body suddenly tensed up. He looked at Holy Light I and shouted in a low voice, "Why?"
Two streaks of nosebleeds flowed from Mr. Mo's nostrils. The blood that should have been thick was as thin as water, and even its color turned watery red. Mr. Mo only felt that the abundant strength in his body was constantly passing away. He hurriedly took out several simple black porcelain jars and poured the medicine inside into his mouth.
Holy Light I looked at the black porcelain medicine jars with distinctive features and nodded gently: "Heir to the Inheritance of the Gods, the content in that letter is obviously true. So, Mr. Mo, Ise Da is your disciple, right? With your good ears and eyes in Bo Laili, you should know what I want to ask, where does the ore of Purple Dragon Bone Bismuth come from? "
Holding the scepter in his backhand, Holy Light I stood up slowly. He looked majestically at Mr. Mo, who was trembling slightly, and murmured in a low voice: "Tell us the news we want, and you can continue to live. Continue to use your wise brain to serve me. If you reject my kindness, what awaits you will be the soul magic of the Soul Temple."
"Damn thing!" Mr. Mo stood up angrily and shouted: "What kind of poison did you use in the tea? Why, why can't my potion neutralize its toxicity? You damn thing, you ..."
The small door in the corner of the room quietly opened, and Wright Chenxi walked out slowly. He looked at Mr. Mo with an enigmatic smile on his face: "At the end of the Ancient God War, the God of the Ocean led his thirty-two deputy gods to conquer the most powerful Mermaid Empire in the ancient era, which controlled all the oceans. Annihilated in one fell swoop. In that battle, the God of the Ocean and his deputy gods fell into eternal sleep, but the Mermaid Empire was destroyed after all."
"The Mermaid Empire has a very famous fallen angel potion 'Lover's Tears'. If you take Lover's Tears alone, it is just a very effective drug to help you. But if you take Lover's Tears at the same time, you also smell the burning of the Mermaid Oil." When the breath is emitted, the lover's tears will evolve into the lover's curse."
Wright Chenxi pointed to the lamps on the surrounding walls: "Today, in order to welcome you, the respected disciple of the Enlightenment of the Gods, all the lamps here are made of shark oil. And you still have the strength to stand up, which is further proof that Without your identity, except for the inheritor of the revelation of the gods, who can resist this kind of poison that will paralyze even the gods?"
"Ha, ha!" Mr. Mo laughed a few times with unknown meaning: "Why! Why?"
While Mr. Mo asked this question, he kept taking out potion bottles made of various colors of black and white porcelain, and kept swallowing the potions that emitted various strange flavors into his mouth. And Wright Chenxi clapped his hands gently: "For the Purple Striped Dragon Bone Bismuth... It seems that you have not given up? Then, the Holy Mountain Prison welcomes you to settle in! Three Yuan Zong, I'll help you."
Continuous golden light shone from the wall of the secret room, and the wall of the secret room suddenly disappeared into nothing.
Three old men wearing golden robes, who looked like withered bones in a grave, walked out slowly. They didn't even make a move, but with a flash of golden light in their eyes, golden flames hit Mr. Mo's chest out of thin air, damaging his ribs. It broke with a bang and knocked him away.
Mr. Mo let out a low cry of pain. He crashed through the seventeenth floor wall of the hunting palace. His body flew out close to the ground, smashing the trunks of one hundred and seventy-nine ancient trees along the way. Finally, his body sank deeply into the depths of the mountain. at.
All the bones in his body were groaning, and Mr. Mo screamed as if he had seen a ghost.
"At the end of the ancient times, the 208 Yuanzong who established the church! Are you not dead yet?"
Wright Chenxi laughed softly: "How can an ant like you guess the greatness of life in private?"