In the majestic palace, Prince Demacia held a scroll in his hand, glanced at it twice, and threw it on the table.
"Bang." The scroll made a heavy sound on the table.
"Noxus is really getting better and better. We just don't want to have too many disputes with him. He really deceives us in Germany? Now we are stepping on our borders, and today we injured some residents. , General Galen."
"Yes!" After hearing the prince calling him, Galen, who was standing by, immediately bowed his head with his fists in both hands.
"You go to defend the border first. If they dared to invade our territory today, Noxus will kill you!" Murderous aura appeared in the eyes of the prince.
"Yes!" Galen led his sword down and prepared to leave.
At this time, there was a long roar from the door, and a red dragon transformed into a human woman and slowly walked into the hall.
"His Royal Highness." After entering the hall, the Dragon Girl knelt on one knee and saluted the prince.
"Oh? Shivana is back, how is it? That summoner."
"A rare talent." The Dragon Girl stood up and said flatly.
The prince's sword eyebrows twitched. "It's really rare that you can give such a high evaluation."
"Well, does Your Highness know the ghost king in Nadma Mountain?"
"Know some, the lord guarding at the foot of the mountain, did they hunt down the ghost king? The mist flute is very jealous for us. Once it is invaded, it is very likely to collapse."
"Yes, the summoner did not use any external force to unravel the interference of the mist whistle, and led his team to hunt down the ghost king."
"Oh? This is a bit interesting. Although Lacus followed, Lacus is only a mage after all, and he can't fight the Ghost King on his own. What's more, there are three ghost guards around the Ghost King. Hehe, interesting." The prince touched his chin, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"What's more interesting is that at the moment when the Ghost King was about to die, the ghost spirit was snatched by the Sword Saint."
"Juggernaut! There's news from him!" The prince trembled when he heard the Swordmaster.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be that the Sword Saint is not fake, and the breath has the possibility of breaking through the fifth level." The Dragon Girl said lightly.
"Level five! Hiss—" The prince took a breath, "With this level of strength, if he can be persuaded to return to our army, it will be a lot easier to challenge Noxus. Noxus is there. There is a fifth-level Raven in charge, so I have been procrastinating until our hero breaks through the fifth level, and then we can attack."
"Oh." The Dragon Girl sighed slightly, "I am afraid it will be difficult to convince him. After all, his people were slaughtered overnight. Although it has nothing to do with our German state, he spread his grievances on us and left. No more news, I didn't expect to break into the Debang Mountain alone to practice."
"Where did the former German state fall to this point, even without the help of the Juggernaut, if she hadn't lost her sanity—" The prince shook his head, "Forget it, I don't want to."
"But your Highness." The Dragon Girl smiled slightly, "You don't have to worry too much."
"Um?"
"That Juggernaut seems to have walked with the summoner?"
"Is this—really?" The joy in the prince's eyes came out again.
"The Juggernaut originally robbed them of their spirits, but unfortunately they were later caught up. I don't know what methods the summoner used to convince the Juggernaut. You also know the arrogant temperament of the Juggernaut."
"Quickly, pass the order down, let the summoner come to the hall to see me, I'm going to discuss with him about the agreement." The prince couldn't hold back anymore, and eagerly said. "If the summoner can help us, revitalizing Germany is no longer a dream."
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Sunset on the west hills, in the evening.
On the bustling street, there was a rush of people. On a busy road, several young people squatted on the ground.
"Let's take a look. The good things you just got back from Mount Dema, you can take a look if you don't buy them. There are so many good things that you are satisfied with." An Yang yelled vigorously.
"Boss, there are only two things on our stall."
"Pop!" An Yang slapped Timo's hat crookedly. "If you don't speak, you will die?"
It turned out that An Yang and his party didn't go anywhere after coming down from Mount Dema. Instead, they went straight to the busiest street in Debang City and set up a small stall on the spot.
What I bought was nothing more than the spirit and teeth of the Jianfenghu.
The two girls, Su Su and Guanghui, felt that they were squatting on the ground and being watched by so many pedestrians coming and going, it would be better to go shopping.
So after asking An Yang to blackmail more than ten gold coins, the two girls walked away holding hands and talking and laughing. An Yang looked at their beautiful backs and sighed secretly.
Alas, men deserve to suffer.
"Big disciple, I'm tired of shouting, so you can help me to shout a few words." On the side, Master Yi was holding the sword and leaning against a wall with poss, he almost dropped the sword after hearing Timo's words. Go to the ground.
What's a joke, you let a dignified generation of Juggernauts set up a street stall? how is this possible! !
"Let's take a look at it-a lot of good things -" Sword Saint and Anyang Timo crouched in a row, shouting weakly.
"You can't yell like this, you don't have the power of rendering, do you know what is the power of rendering? It is to inspire the desire to buy things. You have to smile, no, no, you are a smirk, no, no, you have turned into lewdness again? Laugh, look at me, look at me." An Yang leaned his face in front of the Juggernaut, "Do you think my smile is full of youth and full of vitality, from the 10-year-old girl to the 60-year-old aunt who sees my smile, I was fascinated by my beauty."
"I didn't see it." Master Yi is an honest person.
"Nani—" An Yang turned his face black, and Timo took out the small wooden bamboo.
"Ahem! What? Boss, you are really handsome." Master Yi glimpsed a few words from between his teeth.
"Presumptuous, you can call Boss Timo casually? The Boss of Timo, you have to call Patriarch!" Timo stared with his hands on his hips.
"Zu-Master Zu-you are so handsome -" Master Yi almost broke his teeth before he reluctantly said it.
If it wasn't for his attention to grab that spirit back, he wouldn't have followed Anyang Timo if he was killed.
He is about to break through to level five now. If the ghost spirit can be obtained, he will surely reach level five if he refines it. This ghost king spirit is 10% in three years. He doesn't know how long he has waited. He didn't have the strength to go. Hard to shake the Ghost King, now he has the strength, but he was taken first by others, and finally snatched it, and he was miserable by that little Timo.
But Master Yi was not reconciled. How could he watch others take something he had been waiting for so long. So he offered to follow Anyang Timo, who also endured the humiliation to call Timo the master, and An Yang became the ancestor master—
"Oh, I'm a low-key person. Don't tell me if you know I'm handsome, and I'm not very happy." An Yang's brilliant face said one by one that he was not very happy.
"I will endure—" Master Yi took a deep breath.
At this time, a lama came to the south.
Uh—an aunt came to the south.
"Mother, I see you at most 40 years old!" An Yang suddenly said when passing by An Yang's booth.
The aunt stunned and turned her head to look at An Yang, "Are you talking about me? I'm almost 50."
"Isn't there anyone else you can say? I've never seen such a young aunt, don't tell me, no one else can compare with you, look at how delicate your skin is, I haven't seen it at all. You look like fifty years old."
"Really? This young man can really talk." The aunt was amused.
"But it's a pity—oh, that's fine." An Yang said halfway, and shook his head on purpose. Auntie took the bait and asked hurriedly, "What a pity."
"Your skin, if you don't take care of it in time, it may age in a year or a half, women, I know, I want to be younger and more beautiful, so -" An Yang picked up the Jianfeng from the stall. Tiger’s essence, "Auntie, I recommend this latest product, the essence condensed by the most primitive natural essence. After taking it once, it will beautify and nourish the skin. After taking it twice, it will be refreshed. After taking it three times, wow! All the wrinkles are gone! Look here, look here, look here, there are no more black spots!"
"Is this true?" The aunt's eyes gleamed slightly.
"Look at me with such a simple, innocent, flawless young face, would you have the heart to deceive you such a kind aunt?" An Yang desperately squeezed a drop of tears in his eyes, matched with the warm red sunset, it was simply Like an innocent boy.
Aunt was touched and couldn't say a word. "How much?"
"I'm telling you, Auntie, because this thing is very precious, so I don't have a lot of goods here, and it's a bit expensive—" An Yang said here and glanced at the aunt secretly.
The aunt was anxious, "You quickly say how much, as long as it does not exceed a thousand gold coins, I will buy it!"
An Yang was originally just a rhetoric, to see how much the aunt's family is. If it is a poor person, An Yang really can't bear to fool around, but when she hears the aunt, she suddenly feels energetic.
"Mother, it's not expensive!"
"Aunt is worthless." Timo said quietly beside him, but An Yang slapped him again.
"I originally sold 1200 gold coins. Since the aunt wants it sincerely, then I will only accept 998 from you."
"Young man, you are really good-hearted, giving the aunt so much cheaper." The aunt was happy to pay.
"That is, we two and who."
"There are a total of three thousand gold coins here, no need to look for them." The aunt took out the gold coins in the cloth bag, An Yang took it, and put it in her pocket with satisfaction, and selected three sword-faced tiger spirits with the best color from the stall. Po gave it to the aunt, "Aunty, take it, this thing is very precious, don't break it."
"Good." The aunt took Jing Po and put it in her pocket carefully, and said as she left, "Well, where are you looking for such a good young man now."
"Boss! You're so handsome!" Timo rubbed An Yang's shoulders. Originally, the market price of a Jianfeng Tiger Spirit was only 100 to 200 gold coins, but Ben Anyang was so flicked that it doubled five times.
However, judging from the magnanimity of the aunt's shot, she is not short of such a little money. After refining the Jianfeng Tiger's spirit, it can indeed play a role in beauty and beauty, after all, it is a spirit.
"Understand? It's up to you next." An Yang raised his eyebrows to Master Yi and motioned.