The things in Douluo's house are delicious, delicious, delicious Eggs have the taste of eggs, pork is the taste of pork, and greens are also the taste of greens Maybe when the pig head is forty years old, he should find a small village with a good environment and a small yard to live in, with a broadband line, everything is OK In the wee hours of the morning, thirty miles west outside the city of Berelli, in a Gallic royal hunting palace, Holy Light I and Wright Dawn sat opposite each other.
The two looked at each other silently, and occasionally Wright Dawn would turn her head to look at the blue light in the merman's oil lamp.
The lights flickered, and the unique fragrance of mermaid oil filled the small reception room.
After all, it is a temporary residence when you go out hunting, not the Victory Palace in Berelli, and the decoration of this reception room is very simple, but it is very homely.
And the dozens of specimens of beast heads fixed with huge rivets on the walls decorate this small reception room with a fierce and ferocious taste.
"It should have been announced," Wright Dawn suddenly glanced at the Holy Light I.
"I should have been informed," the Light I nodded.
Lightlight stood up, walked through a small door in the corner of the reception room, and closed the door quietly.
In the secret room behind the small door, thirty-six Saint Master-level Cardinal Archbishops of the Dawn Temple joined forces to stimulate the Grace of Dawn large-scale divine magic enchantment, completely covering up the aura in this secret room.
Aside from the thirty-six cardinal archbishops of the Dawn Temple, there were only Wright Dawn and the other twenty-six Grand Elders of the major temples wearing various colors of divine robes in this secret room.
One of the most eye-catching.
It is three old men wearing strange divine robes that are pale gold, the material is as smooth and clear as crystal, and when they walk, they shine like water waves.
The three old men were already out of shape, their gray-white skin tightly wrapped around their skeletons, and thumb-sized blue-brown old age spots appeared on their white miserable faces and arms, and every breath they breathed was like the moaning of zombies in a coffin, revealing a chilling murderous aura.
Including Wright Dawn.
When the clergy present looked at the three golden-robed old men, their expressions were full of 100,000 points of respect, a million points of fanaticism, and 10 million points of fear.
It was a fear that came from the bone marrow, a fear that even made them afraid to breathe loudly.
Three old men silently held a golden scepter as tall as one man.
Sitting on a round stool like a statue, he looked at the small door through which Wright Dawn had entered.
Their gaze was cloudy, as if they had no focus.
Their aura existed as if it were nothing, between life and death, and 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, and accompanied by the two disciples, Mr.
Mo strode to the reception room where the Holy Light I was with a relaxed and happy smile.
Holy Light I stood up, and he slightly gestured to Mr.
Mo: "Mr.
Mo" Mr.
Mo bowed to the Holy Light I, and he smiled and said, "Your Majesty" Holy Light I narrowed his eyes, and he waved his hand.
He said in a deep voice: "Tea...
On my birthday a few days ago, Duke Midorimori sent tribute tea from the huge empire in the East, and Mr.
Mo could savor it carefully. ” After a slight pause, Shengguang I said softly: "It can be seen that Mr. is in a good mood. ” Mr.
Mo smiled.
He sat down on a sofa next to Shengguang I's hands easily: "Some things that I have worked hard for many years have finally been done, so I am in a good mood, and my heart is relaxed I don't know if His Majesty summoned me so urgently, is there something wrong?"
The Light I sat back in his place, placing the scepter in his hand and clasping his hands together.
Gently placed it on the knee.
He looked at Mr.
Mo and said indifferently: "There are some very important things to ask Mr. for advice."
The resistance forces in the south are growing stronger, and they have raised questions about my identity, saying that I am not of Gallic blood. ” Sighing softly, Shengguang I said word by word: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible."
Mr.
Mo frowned, then he smiled and nodded, and casually took a cup of tea with a green color and a faint fragrance handed over by the maid.
He took a sip of the steaming fragrant tea, and then his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he swallowed the tea in three or two sips.
Exhaling a mouthful of tea-scented hot air, Mr.
Mo nodded and exclaimed: "The tribute tea of the Blood Qin Empire is really strange, why is the quality of the tea produced there many times higher than the highest-grade tea in the Western Continent because of the problems of water, soil and climate?"
Shengguang I smiled, he took the maid's teacup, but put it on the small few beside him.
He looked at Mr.
Mo and asked word by word: "What is Mr.
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Mo's opinion on the matter of the Southern Resistance Army?"
When he asked this question, the Holy Light I stretched out ten fingers, which slowly bent down one by one.
Mr.
Mo looked at the strange movements of the Holy Light I in puzzlement, this was the count, the Holy Light I had never behaved like this in front of Mr.
Mo before, which made Mr.
Mo very puzzled.
But Mr.
Mo didn't take this matter to heart, he smiled and held his head high, quietly thinking about how to debunk the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army.
All his thoughts have been on Edith and the Black Tiger family lately, and he has ignored the situation in the Gallic Empire.
The Holy Light I summoned himself into the hunting palace in the early hours of the morning to inquire about this matter, and it could be seen that the Holy Light I was a little anxious.
Mr.
Mo shook his head gently, this is his own negligence, and he can't do it again in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mr.
Mo looked at Shengguang I and smiled: "Actually, the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army want to be debunked, but it's actually very simple... ” When he said this, all ten of his fingers happened to be bent.
He clenched his fists and looked up at Mr.
Mo: "Give up the issue of the Southern Resistance."
Let's talk about something else.
Mr.
Mo, I have always had a deep respect for you, and at the same time, I have always been very grateful to you for betraying my father and allowing me to ascend to the throne. ” With a light sigh, Holy Light I said in a deep voice, "So, I hope you don't spoil my good opinion of you, because it will make it difficult for me to make a decision about whether I should purify you and my soul completely. ” Mr.
Mo's body suddenly tensed, he looked at the Holy Light I, and shouted in a low voice: "Why" Two nosebleeds flowed down Mr.
Mo's nostrils, and the blood that should have been sticky was as thin as clear water, and even the color turned water red.
Mr.
Mo only felt that the abundant power in his body was constantly passing, and he hurriedly took out a few black porcelain jars with simple shapes, and poured the potions inside into his mouth.
Holy Light I looked at the black porcelain medicine jars with distinctive characteristics and nodded lightly: "Inheritor of the Revelation of the Gods, the content of that letter is obviously true.
So, Mr.
Mo, Iseta is your disciple, with your ears and eyes in Berelli, you should know what I want to ask, where does the ore of the purple keel bismuth come from" Holding the scepter in his backhand, Holy Light I slowly stood up, he looked at Mr.
Mo who was trembling slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "Say the news we want, you can continue to live and continue to work for me with your wise brain."
If you reject my kindness, then what awaits you will be the soul magic of the Soul Temple. ” "Damn it" Mr.
Mo stood up angrily and shouted: "What poison are you using in the tea, why, why can't, can't neutralize its toxicity, you damn thing, you... ” The small door in the corner of the room quietly opened, and Wright Dawn walked out slowly.
He looked at Mr.
Mo, with an unfathomable smile on the corner of his mouth: "At the end of the Ancient God War, the God of the Sea led his thirty-two deputy gods to annihilate the powerful mermaid empire that controlled all the seas in the primeval era.
In that battle, the god of the sea and his vice-gods fell into eternal sleep, but the merfolk empire, after all, was destroyed. ” "The Mermaid Empire has a very famous Elixir of Valentine's Tears, if you take Valentine's Tears alone, this is just a very effective aesthetician.
However, if you smell the smell of the mermaid oil when you burn while taking Lover's Tears, then Lover's Tears will evolve into a Lover's Mantra. ” Wright Dawn pointed to the lamps on the walls around him: "In order to welcome you today, respected disciple of the gods' revelation, all the lamps here are made of mermaid oil.
And you still have the strength to stand up, which proves your identity even more, except for the inheritor of the revelation of the gods, who can resist this poison that even the gods will be paralyzed and paralyzed."
"Ha, ha" Mr.
Mo laughed a few times meaninglessly: "Why, why" While asking this question, Mr.
Mo kept taking out the potion bottles made of various colors of black porcelain 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-veined keel bismuth...
It seems that you are not dead, then, the Holy Mountain Divine Prison welcomes you to settle in the Three Yuan Sects, and I thank you. ” Thin golden light shone through the walls of the chamber, and the walls of the chamber suddenly disappeared.
Three old men in golden robes, like dry bones in a mound, walked out slowly, they didn't even move, but the golden light flashed in their eyes, and a golden flame smashed into Mr.
Mo's chest out of thin air, hitting his ribs and knocking him out.
Mr.
Mo let out a low cry of pain, and he crashed through the seventeenth layer of the wall of the Hunting Palace in a row, and his body flew out against the ground, shattering the trunks of one hundred and seventy-nine ancient trees along the way, and finally his body sank deep into the depths of the mountain.
The bones were moaning, and Mr.
Mo screamed like a ghost.
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"At the end of the primeval era, the two hundred and eight Yuan Sects who founded the church have not died yet?"
Wright Dawn laughed softly: "The greatness of life, where can an ant like you speculate in private":