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Zhuzhilang knew for a long time that it was a disgusting monster. Come play and watch. 520. Even in the southern border where monsters are crowded, it can be called a monster among monsters.
At that time it was not called Zhuzhilang and had no name.
Usually, no one is too busy to give it a name when they see something half-human and half-snake crawling on the ground. Even with this skill, the demons in the southern border are more willing to give it two feet, or tie its tail, to study whether this thing has seven inches, and whether it will die if hit.
Its daily itinerary is very simple. Climb, find water, crawl, find food, crawl, and fight with other beast-type demons. Although the appearance is not good, but in a fight, there will not be much weakness. On the contrary, not only are the limbs soft and flexible, but also the disgusting appearance often distracts the opponent due to discomfort in battle. Therefore, this ugly and difficult thing is extremely unpopular in the southern border.
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Tianlang-Jun scrutinized it for a while, then said earnestly, "It's so ugly."
Of course the black armored generals standing indifferently behind him would not answer. Tianlang-Jun did not know who he was complaining to, and repeated: "It's too ugly."
The sentence was so overemphasized that it shrank a little.
However, I always felt that there seemed to be no genuine disgust in this noble noble's criticism. The latter's eyes have been seen many times, not this one.
Tianlang-Jun squatted, stared at it, and said, "Do you remember your mother?"
It shook its head.
Tianlang-Jun said, "Hmm. That's fine. If I had such a mother, I'd probably wish I didn't remember it even more."
It doesn't know what to say.
Of course, even if it knew, it couldn't say it, and the snake man's mouth could only make a low hissing sound.
Tianlang-Jun smiled and said, "However, there are some things I should tell you. Your mother is dead. I am her brother, and I came to see you at her dying request."
Demons are cold-blooded. Regarding the death of blood relatives, they can speak lightly, and the fluttering sentence is passed.
It didn't feel anything, and nodded habitually.
Tianlang-Jun seemed to feel bored, and said calmly: "Okay. I have completed her last wish. These are all your subordinates. From now on, this place belongs to you."
The "subordinates" he was referring to were the hundreds of black-armored generals who followed him. Although these things have no mind and can't think, they are not afraid of pain, not afraid of death, not tired, and not stopped. They can become an all-conquering army, but they were handed over to a half-human, half-snake monster so casually.
He stood up, patted the non-existent dust at the hem, turned and left.
It was a ghost, it dawdled, twisted and followed.
Tianlang-Jun turned his head, confused: "Why are you following me?"
The snake man didn't dare to move. Seeing this, Tianlang-Jun took another step, and it started to squirm behind him again. Tianlang-Jun paused and said strangely, "Can't you understand what I'm saying?"
After repeating this two or three times, Tianlang-Jun simply ignored it and walked forward with his hands behind his back. Snake man clumsily "followed" behind.
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Tianlang-Jun had a special status, a noble bloodline, and an unusual status, so he naturally had many enemies. Following all the way, Ming Langjun didn't need anyone's help, but he always tried his best to fight to the death.
After so many times, Tianlang-Jun finally couldn't ignore its existence. He glanced at the bruised snake man and commented, "It's still ugly."
Snake man shrank hurt. Tianlang-Jun laughed again: "And it's stubborn. It's not very flattering."
It has followed all the way for so long, no matter how difficult it is, it has never flinched, but this time it almost has the urge to turn around and escape (pa) away. Who knows, the next moment, Tianlang-Jun touched his Heavenly Spirit with his bare hands and sighed, "It's ugly and stubborn, I can't stand it any longer."
A warm and strange slow stream rushed through the limbs and bones.
wrong.
Where did it come from the limbs.
Soon, the snake man discovered that the original deformed limbs had given birth to complete limbs at some point. Ten fingers, something that he used to see as delicate and out of reach, now grows on his new palm.
This is the body of a young man. About fifteen or sixteen years old, healthy and whole. Tianlang-Jun moved his hand away, and a white figure was reflected in his pitch-black pupils.
He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he finally got a human form, but his tongue and mouth didn't obey him. As soon as he opened his mouth, he uttered a slightly delayed syllable, and warm liquid slipped out of his eye sockets.
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Although Zhuzhi-lang firmly believed that what Junshang did was always right, he secretly believed that Junshang's brain was not very good.
After getting the acquiescence of following Tianlang-Jun, Zhuzhi-Lang didn't have a name for a long time. Tianlang-Jun didn't call other people often, and he didn't need to call his name, so he was confused like this for several months.
It wasn't until one day that he wanted to find a collection of poems in his own world, but he couldn't find it, and he had to ask someone to help him. Then he suddenly remembered that there was an airy nephew in the corner of the study.
But after the "hey" sound, I couldn't think of what to pick up. Tianlang-Jun frowned and thought for a while, then asked, "Did I never ask your name?"
He honestly said, "Your Majesty, this subordinate has no name."
Tianlang-Jun said: "Then how should I call you?"
He said, "You can call it whatever you like when you love it."
After he finished speaking, he walked over to the bookshelf, took out the collection of poems that had been randomly stuffed into it after reading it last time, and presented it to Tianlang-Jun with both hands.
Satisfied, Tianlang-Jun took the collection of poems and said, "It's no big deal if you don't have a name, just take one." He turned his head down and flipped through two pages, chose a word, and said casually, "Let's call him Zhuzhi-Jun."
He shook his head.
Tianlang-Jun said, "Don't like it?" He handed over the book, "Then you can choose one for yourself."
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Your Majesty, only nobles can be called that."
Tianlang-Jun said, "At a young age, you are very particular about it. That's all, then he is called Zhuzhi-Lang."
He doesn't care about anything. Picking a name is like a child's play, but for the "Zhuzhi Lang" born at this moment, this person gave him life and gave him a name.
No matter how careless or confused he is, he is the one who will go through fire and water in this life and will never give up.
As everyone knows, Tianlang-Jun also wondered if this nephew had been a snake for too many years, and his brain was not good. If you don't want to be called uncle, you have to call your majesty. If you don’t get to be the Free Lord of the Southern Border, you have to come here to run errands. Good names and grades are not acceptable, and they have to be degraded.
Really can't turn my head.
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Your Majesty really likes everything related to people.
Probably because the demons are a group of cold and boring things. He has an almost bizarre enthusiasm and an almost exaggerated beautiful imagination for an alien race like humans.
Whenever I go out, I go to the borderlands the most. Going through the boundary monument, drinking a glass of wine and listening to a storytelling in a short time, and traveling in the mountains and water for a year and a half in a long time is not a problem.
Tianlang-Jun should not like being followed. The black armored generals are often sent out in hundreds of hundreds. However, Zhuzhi-Lang didn't speak, and he didn't block the east or the west, he would just follow silently behind him, which was no different from non-existence. Occasionally helping to pay the bills and run errands is very convenient, Tianlang-Jun did not dislike him very much.
Even when they met with that girl Su, the two of them didn't mind him being next to him. They tacitly regarded him as a snake who couldn't understand people's love words, and looked after themselves like no one else.
Only once did Tianlang-Jun drive past Zhuzhi-Lang, and used the word "go away". That was one of the most rude things the gentleman, who always pursued gentleness, said.
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