Yu-Gi-Oh fake card king

Chapter 236 How Cute
"Boom!" There was a muffled sound!
The Olihagang Dark Warrior driven by Dazi has been smashed to pieces by Thok's punch!
Suoke gave Shizuka a cold look, and said slowly: "Don't touch things of unknown origin, it should be common sense."

"I...I know..."

Shizuka pursed her mouth, and then burst into tears with a "wow".

Cheng Nei hurriedly rushed down from the dueling stage, guarding Shizuka behind him, and said to Suoke angrily: "Shizuka is just a girl who has not experienced much in the world, why are you talking to her in such a heavy tone!  … "But then the city looked at the Olihagang warrior who was dead on the ground with some fear, and gritted his teeth: "But...thank you for protecting Shizuka, Sock..."

"Hmph, it's none of my business!"

Suoke walked to the edge of the duel tower ungratefully, looked at the densely packed Olihagang warriors below, and said coldly: "Dazi, that ten thousand-year-old turtle bastard, I haven't troubled him yet, how dare he dare?" Disturbing Lao Tzu's elegant interest in playing cards first... It's simply boring!"

"No... I'm so angry!"

Thok's forehead was on fire, and he immediately summoned all the martyrs!

Black Crow Knight, Hell God of War, Chief Lord...

One after another incomparably powerful monsters materialized and floated in the sky, looking down on the group of Olihagang warriors on the ground like natural enemies!

Suoke waved his hand fiercely, and shouted angrily: "Little ones, give it to me! Chop them into meat sauce to relieve my hatred!"

With an order, countless martyrs rushed towards the Aolihagang warrior below like a tiger descending a mountain!
Just the first wave of charge had cut nearly half of the Olihagang warriors in half!

Immediately afterwards, there was a one-sided massacre at the scene, and countless martyrs chopped off the heads of those Olihagang warriors at a speed not much slower than cutting wheat!
Its level of sophistication and energy comparison, the martyrs who once followed the god king and experienced countless bloody battles, are not the same level of terror as the puppet monsters summoned by the Olihagang meteorite fragments at all!
The army of martyrs continued to slaughter, like locusts crossing the border, not a blade of grass can grow.

Soon, thousands of Olihagang fighters had been killed without a single person left alive.

Seeing the heroic posture of the martyrs at the bottom of the tower, Sock sighed, "Look, penguin! How cute are my martyrs!"

"..."

The little penguin squinted his eyes and looked at the "Martyr Ghost Troops", the "Martyr Soul Eaters", and the "Martyrs" who were following Sok's order and chopping the bodies of the Olhagang soldiers into minced meat one by one. "Hell Tracker Beast" and a series of ugly and ferocious monsters, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly and said: "How on earth are those monsters whose faces look like they have been run over by several heavy-duty vehicles so cute..."

Sok smiled: "I think you are cute too, Penguin."

The little penguin was stunned, and immediately poked his chubby cheeks with two small arms happily and said: "Of course, the nest is the cutest!"

Thok continued to laugh: "As lovely as my martyrs."

"..."

Penguin's little face collapsed immediately, and he said with tears in his eyes, "...you bullied the goose."

But the little penguin was a confused girl, and before she lost even a second, she suddenly felt that Suoke should have praised her just now, and suddenly burst into laughter, sitting happily on Suoke's shoulder, rubbing his cheek.

……

"Okay, now that the little ones have all been dealt with, it's time for me to talk to Darzi..."

Suoke clapped his hands, took all the martyrs back into the deck, turned his head to Haima and asked loudly, "Hey, President! Where is Paradis Company?"

"Paradis Corporation?"

Haima was stunned for a moment, not knowing why Suoke asked this question, but he still replied subconsciously: "In Washington."

"Washington?"

Sock thought for a while, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said, "I remember that the headquarters of the International Illusion Company is also there, isn't it?"

Haima nodded: "That's right, it's the lair of all the big capitalists, and Haima Company also has a branch there... But why are you asking this?"

"Hey, of course I'm going to make trouble!"

Suoke cracked the joints of his fist, and said with a sneer, "With Pegasus leading the way, we should be able to find Dazi, that ten-thousand-year-old sissy soon! ... If you dare to disturb Lao Tzu's pleasure, I don't need to use it." Tian Huaji stabbed his chrysanthemum to pieces!"

After all, Sock spread his wings and was about to fly away.

Seeing it from behind, Isino hurriedly stopped Suoke: "Please... please wait a moment, Mr. Suoke! You are gone, what will happen to the outcome of this duel?"

"Win or lose?"

Sock glanced at the Pharaoh on the dueling platform, and said with a sneer: "This duel is over, Pharaoh! Your head is temporarily stored on your neck, and when I finish Darzi, it's time for the round." it's your turn!"

"But...but this..."

Isino next to him was about to cry. It was the first time he hosted a duel contest, and it ended in an anticlimactic manner.

It's not even decided who will be the champion!
Are referees of Sock so unlucky?
Nope!

Isono made up his mind!

It was the first time in my life to host such an important competition, how could it end so hastily?

Champions are a must!

As for who it is, of course it is Sock who has the final say... Anyway, it can't stop here!
Isino made up his mind, so he winked at Suoke like killing a chicken and wiping his neck, and reminded: "Mr. Suoke...how about...can you say a few words?"

"Tell me a few words?"

Sock was about to fly away, but after hearing what Isino said, he felt that he should just say a few words.

So Suoke stopped, strode up to Isino, stretched out his hand and grabbed the microphone in his hand, and said with emotion: "In this situation, I suddenly want to recite a poem, everyone applauds!"

Recite poems?

A group of people stood there stupidly, not knowing what Suoke was thinking.

But Sock didn't care so much, after one person gave a stick, the applause was like thunder.

Sock nodded in satisfaction, and then read aloud:
"Chun Mian didn't realize it, Brother Cheng died early."

"At the top of the west mountain at sunset, the president rides a monkey."

"Oh, what a poem, what a poem!"

Suoke was intoxicated in his own literary world, and he spread his wings happily and flew away.

The group of people behind subconsciously looked towards Haima.

Hey, don't say it.

The wooden horse standing in front of Haima has disheveled hair and slender limbs. It really looks like a monkey.

Trojan himself obviously realized this, and he was so aggrieved that he almost cried.

Turning his head, the wooden horse sniffed, and said to Haima, "brother, I want to cut my hair, I don't want to be a monkey..."

(End of this chapter)