Qiongjing Yulu, a rare delicacy.
The cool white jade table is surrounded by clouds and mists unique to the Protoss, and it is like being in a heavenly palace.
In front of the table, Ye Zichen, Purul, and Yale were chatting and laughing, and from time to time they would look at the beautiful scenery in the distance as if they were close friends.
Three rounds of wine.
Yale, who was holding the wine glass, gently placed the glass on the white jade table. When the bottom of the wine glass, which was also made of white jade, touched the table, it made a crisp sound.
Both Ye Chen and Prull, who were not here at all, put down their wine glasses, but what they saw was Yale, who had filled the wine, raising the glass high and toasting Prull with the wine glass.
"Demon King, this cup is my honor."
When Purul heard the words, he raised the glass, and Yale also spoke at this moment.
"I know that you have a big heart and don't want to talk about the genocide. It's just that you trusted me so much but ended up like this, but I really can't get over the hurdle in my heart. This cup of wine should be my apology to you. Courtesy, please show me your face…”
"If you really feel bad about it, why don't you give up your divine power and have a company with me?"
Yale's face froze with the cup in hand, and Purul looked into Yale's eyes.
Not long after, the two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.
This smile made the waiters beside me puzzled, but they soon stopped smiling.
"The Demon King still likes to joke so much."
"I can't help the heated atmosphere to let your words cool down again."
Purul glanced at the nectar in the eyeglass and poured the wine into the pool next to it.
As soon as the nectar fell into the pond, a group of pond fish were attracted to scramble for the nectar in the pond. The water in the pool was churning continuously, and Prull also put the cup on the table at this time.
"I won't drink the wine. If I drink this wine, I will feel sorry for my clansmen. The God King of Destruction doesn't need to take care of me. No matter what my previous status is, I am a waste now."
"It is also true that this seat has not considered it carefully. Since this is the case, I will not drink this wine."
The wine glass was placed on the table, and as soon as Yale sat upright, a waiter brought a pure white handkerchief next to him. He gave the waiter a look, and the waiter brought a piece to Purul and Ye Zichen respectively.
"Master Ye Xing, in fact, this seat has always been puzzled."
"But it doesn't matter."
The handkerchief was thrown to the ground at random by Yale, and the waiter next to it immediately rushed to bend over to pick it up. Seeing this scene, Ye Zichen squinted slightly, and Yale also said with a smile.
"You seem to have an old acquaintance with the goddess of war under this seat?"
"Goddess of War?"
Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows, and an inexplicable flashed in his eyes.
This is the first visit of Ye Zichen to the alien gods. He has never heard of the name of the goddess of war, so how could he know it.
Can't say I haven't heard of it...
There was a goddess of war in the Greek myths of the present, but they were all just myths, how could he possibly have known them.
"I don't know who the God of Destruction is talking about?"
"Don't you know, it's the only goddess in this shrine, she is the goddess of war under this seat. I saw Ye Xingzhu had eye contact with her before, and they looked at each other. The eyes are definitely not acquaintances, can it be said that this seat is wrong?" Yale said.
"You said who..."
Ye Zichen suddenly realized that he had an impression of the female Lord God.
As Yale said, there has been eye contact between the two of them since entering the shrine, mainly because the goddess looked at him wrongly.
But he didn't have any impression of the goddess, that is to say, he looked at it a few times.
Unexpectedly, all this was noticed by Yale, either he was very concerned about Ye Zichen, or he was very concerned about such a goddess.
"I don't know. It's the first time I met the goddess of war. Maybe the goddess looks closer, so I couldn't help but take a few more glances."
"Are you close? Ye Xingzhu is really extraordinary." Yale laughed.
"how?"
"This goddess of war has never been false to anyone since she returned to the extraterritorial protoss, and her cold eyes are opposite. Even if this seat is her outsider, Ye Xingzhu actually said that she is close, how can it be normal!"
"Maybe it feels wrong down there."
Shaking his head and smiling, Ye Zichen looked at Yale Road.
"It seems that the God of Destruction is very concerned about the goddess."
"To be honest, she is the sweetheart of this seat."
Yale did not avoid suspicion. In fact, everyone who destroyed the Shrine also knew Yale's intentions for the goddess of war.
Those waiters have long heard no surprise, and their expressions are as usual. Ye Zichen smiled knowingly, and quickly picked up the wine glass and filled it for himself.
"I didn't expect it to be the favorite of the Destroyer God King. That's Ye Mou who lost his temper. Here, he punishes himself for a cup and please don't mind the Destruction God King."
Ignoring Yale's raised hand, he drank the nectar from the cup.
Seeing that the cup was empty, Yale could only withdraw his raised hand, shaking his head and sighing helplessly. But at this moment, he felt that there was a deep and sharp gaze on the opposite side, stabbing him like a sharp sword.
Looking forward, Ye Zichen with rosy cheeks was squinting at him.
"Master Ye Xing?"
"God of Destruction." Ye Zichen's eyes were a little sincere, looking at the God of Destruction in front of him and said, "We came and drank the wine, you should know the purpose of our coming here, should we also honor the letter in your letter? promise?"
Yale was stunned for a moment, staring at Ye Zichen for a long time before smiling meaningfully.
"The promise that Ye Xingzhu said, this seat..."
"Xiao Yumei, my brothers, do you want to let the God-King of Destruction go or not?"
…
As everyone knows, at this moment in the distance of Ye Zichen and their banquet, a maid serving here is deliberately listening to their conversation here.
"Xiao Yumei, my brothers, do you want to let the God-King of Destruction go or not?"
Despite the distance, Ye Zichen's question still fell into the ears of such a maid.
"Xiao Yumei? This name always feels good..."
Suddenly, the maid's eyes widened, and the shocked appearance made several maids next to her look at her.
Sensing the attention of the people around her, the maid quickly pretended to be in unbearable pain.
"That... I'm a little sick, I'll leave it to you here, I want to go back and rest... "
"This... Lord God, he..."
"No way, I really can't stand it anymore. Even if I stay here now, it will be difficult to serve God King and his distinguished guests well..."
In order to convince others, the maid secretly turned her divine power back.
Her entire face was extremely pale, and beads of sweat fell from her delicate chin. "You have to go back and tell my sister!"