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Chapter 106 Why, Force Me?

"The staff is good, I'll accept it..."

Suddenly, a clear female voice came, and a woman was seen coming holding the supreme emerald staff.

The Supreme Staff was still struggling violently to repel this person, but the silver frost dragon breathed out a mouthful of dragon breath and directly frozen the Staff.

This woman holds a staff of thorns in her hand, and her green lotus-colored dress stretches across the floor, covered with three thousand blue silks, half covering her face, only revealing a white and snowy cheek, as soft as pebbles.

A little blue flower is spread out between the eyebrows. This woman comes holding the lotus, and the believer beside her opens the way. She is a beautiful lady from the north.

"Huo Wu, we meet again."

This woman seems to be an old acquaintance with Huo Wu, looking at Huo Wu in the distance, her eyes are calm, quiet and peaceful.

Unexpectedly, when Huo Wu saw this girl, he swung his whip down, frost covered his cheeks, and he couldn't hide the anger in his heart: "Qingqing! You witch, take your life!"

Seeing this scene, Sikong stood up slowly, the divine light floating outside his body, like duckweed, couldn't even cover his figure.

Underneath, the cracked skin, shrunken bones, and fallen teeth are exposed, and the whole person is like a mummy, with only a thin layer of skin left, and a faint evil spirit begins to recover.

"The true god Molech!"

"True God, how is your divine body..."

The soldiers in Ai Ya City cried out in mourning, but because of the honor of the true god, they dared not approach him because of their shame, and only dared to bow down at a distance.

"I'm fine. Please kill the elves quickly and don't let anyone with elven blood go!"

The unfeeling divine order came from Sikong's mouth. At this moment, he was still ruthless, like a demon with horns, completely at odds with his divine temperament.

Ten years of experience as a god, even with the long-term companion of the divine light, Sikong has not changed at all.

To kill is only one knife, but to cut weeds needs to be uprooted!

"Oh, King Yue, you think too much of yourself! Now you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and you can't protect yourself! I will protect the elves!"

The roar of the dragon roared like a falling meteor, dragging out a long tail of fire, coming from the sky, and the dragon's breath and the dragon's law spells came down one after another.

'Boom! '

The land with a radius of nearly a hundred miles suddenly sank for a few minutes, and it was scorched black. Countless Ai Yacheng soldiers screamed and beat the flames on their bodies, but they were burned to charcoal.

On the contrary, the soldiers who were trampled to death by the silver frost giant dragon seemed extremely 'lucky'.

The silver frost giant dragon slams horizontally and horizontally, and its [-]-meter-high dragon body is like a bloody millstone. Wherever it passes, whether it is a hero in Aiya City or a former prince, it is not a perfect match. Silver Frost Dragon plunders.

"Hurry up! All the elves follow me! Let's go west to the lost ocean, and leave the last flame for my elves!"

Kaerdis stood up from the continuous earthquake, touched the stain on her face, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm with dust, and rushed to the ferry of the city of elves.

'Crack, click! '

The pile ropes were cut off one by one, and elves with scars escaped from the ruined elf city behind them.

The ship fell into the water, causing thousands of waves, the draft was extremely deep, the keel cut through the ocean, and became castles on the water, carrying the last hope of the elves.

"Get on board! Women and children go first! The rear of the palace, where is the elf mage? Quickly use wind magic!"

Kaerdis shouted loudly, threw the two elves on her shoulders onto the boat, raised the mast, and turned the rudder to the depths of the lost ocean.

A strong wind suddenly arises, blowing the masts, and the ships ride the wind and waves, sailing to unknown distances.

"Our hometown..."

"Farewell, Mama, farewell, my wilderness."

The remaining elves, looking at the ruins of the elf city that were still emitting smoke and flames, wept in sorrow.

The elves who once lived their lives in peace under the warm sun of vines have become stray zebras. In order to survive, they can only wander in foreign lands.

Suffering in memories, suffering in reality, and wandering in the future.

And all of this was caused by the vicious and vicious King Sikong, who is clearly a demon!

Ruined their hometown, and now they want to kill them all!
'vomit--'

Sikong was like a tattered rag doll, being slapped flying by the claw of the giant silver frost dragon, blood poured out, gurgling out, and fell dully to the ground.

At the same time, Huo Wu staggered a few steps, half-kneeling powerlessly beside Sikong.

Dark red blood slid down from Huo Wu's mouth, a little bit of red lips, the scales on his body burst open, and the breast shield shattered into gaps like water waves.

"King Yue, Huo Wu, for the sake of seeing your former classmates, as long as you dissipate your luck and use it for us, I, as the wife of the Dragon God: Qingqing, promise to ensure that you will live to the end of the last days."

Qingqing came holding a staff of thorns, and several followers behind him held up his clothes, sprinkled flower petals, and played the melodious music.

One of the attendants looked at Sikong on the ground and smiled coldly: "King Yue, you were in the training class back then, you were pretty good at pretending, so keep pretending now? Bah! What the hell..."

Sikong narrowed his eyes, glanced at this person lightly, and said, "Who are you?"

This person was condescending, and replied arrogantly: "Hmph! I am Jinshan!"

Jinshan?Back then, the rich second generation whose nose was as high as the sky, narrow-minded and reprimanded by Master Su Ming?
Unexpectedly, 20 years later, he became Qingqing's follower.

Unexpectedly, Sikong thought hard, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"you!"

Jinshan was short of breath, and subconsciously lifted it out, but suddenly felt a stern gaze behind him.

Jin Shan withdrew his feet one after another, retreated behind Qingqing, lowered his head, looking like a horse on a saddle.

Qingqing is now the wife of the gods, and even a holy priest, with great power, and a hot figure in the middle-earth world. It can be said that she was the person with the highest achievement in the ten-member training class back then.

The reason why it is the highest is because Sikong lost the power of the gods because he lost the staff of thorns.

"Bilian whore! I saw it in the practice class back then, you are a thief who is trying to gain power and climb high!"

Even though Huo Wu was seriously injured and reduced to a fish on the chopping block, his fierce temper did not change at all. Looking at Qing Qing, who was as holy as a lotus, he cursed fiercely.

"Oh, people go to high places and water flows to low places. It has always been a truth that has not changed since ancient times! If you can't see through it, it only proves that you are short-sighted!"

Qingqing smiled lightly, without worrying at all, her eyes were like water, and she looked deeply at Sikong.

"Haha...Qing'er, kill this Yue King, you are also my believer, I allow you to plunder his god's luck. Now, one school with two gods, so what in the last days!"

The Silver Frost Dragon spread its wings and turned into a tall man dressed in silver. Every corner of his eyebrows and every outline were full of domineering and arrogance.

Sikong supported his body with his hands and stood up slowly.

In the distance, ships carrying hundreds of elves sailed towards the blue sea and blue sky, and the depths of the ocean seemed to have taken away his hope of making up for his true luck.

In front of him, the Silver Frost Dragon killed him, and he lost the Thorn Staff, the endless magic, and the spiritual bonus of a thought coming true.

Finally, Sikong's eyes fixed on Qingqing.

In fact, more than ten years ago, Huo Wu could barely be considered a sacred priest.

She got an angel's last tear, but because of the principle of "I know, I know, the last tear will take effect", in that era when the melee first started, she became the target of public criticism and was coveted by everyone.

In the end, a graceful woman came in and approached her in the name of being affectionate as a classmate and helping each other.

The angel's tears were stolen and turned into something sacred to this gentle woman.

This woman is Qingqing.

After that, Qingqing got his way, relying on his status as a sacred priest to rise up the ranks of the Dragon Valley camp, and then secretly suppressed Huo Wu and encroached on Ai Yacheng.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sikong coughed and stood sickly, his face was pale, his skin was like dead wood.

Sikong looked at the people in front of him and said weakly: "You guys, surrender. I won't kill you. After all, I promised Master Su."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Silver Frost Dragon and Jin Shan laughed, and even Qing Qing chuckled, looking at Si Kong amusedly, as if looking at a toy.

Seeing this, Sikong spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "Why, you always force me?"

Then, a piece of holy light shattered and shone out...

(End of this chapter)