[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

"We came a little early, Liu."

Panzhou Tianji was standing on the side of Bishuiliu's wheelchair, dressed as a priest, holding a thick "Bible" in his right hand.

"No, not early."

"I'm going to fight."

calmer than water.

"Hey, there are three "kings" up there."

"Before Zi and the others clear the way for us, wait a little longer."

At the door of the broken main gate, the two waited quietly.

"Wait no more." Almost as soon as Pan Zhoutianji's words fell, Bishui Liu said.

Panzhou Tianji looked at him, "That is to say, don't you listen to my adoptive father?"

"Yes."

"I'm just that wayward."

"Hmph, it seems that it's time for rebellion." Panzhou Tianji said with his hands on his hips, spread his hands, and indulged as always, "Okay, you go."

"Thank you, Mr. Pan." Bi Shuiliu replied smoothly.

"Thank u."

"It is true that the alliance between the King of Silver, the King of Blue and the King of Red is very strong."

"But, as far as I'm concerned..." He lowered his head and grinned, finally revealing his excitement.

"Victory was easy."

The green electric current spreads through the whole body, stimulating the vitality of every part.

Bishuiliu bowed and took the first step from the chair——

It turned into a green streamer and rushed to the high floor at high speed.

The upper, middle and lower third class horses.

In the alliance of three kings, it is the "king", two "clans" united, and a single "clan".

Yu Bishuiliu is the "king", "king", a member of the clan.

The ultimate trump card is the "Ash King" who is still alive and unknown.

"Grey King", Panzhou Tianji.

"Merry Christmas!"

In the underground stronghold, everyone in the "Jungle" cheered for the "Dresden Slate" brought back by helicopter.

"It's the first time I've seen the swords of the fifth and sixth kings. They're so beautiful."

Each "Sword of Damocles" is indescribably exquisite, reflecting not only the state of the king, but also the person of the king.

His philosophy, his personality.

The hilt of Panzhou Tianji's Gray King Sword has a religious triple crown, and the gray blade is like a blade.

The sword that flows faster than water is a cross in a circle, and the three sides of the hilt are equally long and slender, like a circle.

Just like Munakata Reiji's sword, it is composed of regular crystals, and there are thorns on the hilt that surround it in an "S" shape.

Hu Erdao, who withdrew from the Yuzhu Tower Building after Bishuiliu played, propped his arms and said, looking intently at the main body of the "Slate" that was hoisted out by the helicopter in front of him.

Different from the fact that the inside of the imperial pillar tower is separated by a transparent floor, this is the first time that everyone in front of us has seen the true face of the Dresden stone slab.

The size of a few tatami mats is far less than a room, and it looks like a stone slab with the quality of an ordinary stone.

The only difference is that there are maze-like lines all over it, in which light can be faintly seen flowing.

The unisolated radiant energy quietly emits a force field, like all colorless and soundless energy waves, invisible and intangible, but its existence can be clearly felt.

"This is...the cornerstone of the world." The young man murmured inaudibly to himself, lowering his eyes to hide the flash of satisfaction he couldn't suppress—or satiety.

"Aren't you going to rest?" Panzhou Tianji appeared beside him at some point, and smiled lazily, "You won't be so excited that you can't sleep like Sukuna, will you?"

"I'm not a child." The young man with dark gray hair stood up, pursed his mouth, and turned to look at him, "I just... feel very novel."

"It's nothing to others. You should be familiar with this slate, right? What's new is the world it will bring?"

"Not really, I'm still looking forward to the changed world."

Hu Erdao said.

"However, unlike Mr. Munakata, if Yuzhang is here, he will prevent this from happening, right?"

"Ah, is it his intuition?"

"That's right." Hu Erdao snapped his fingers.

"He hates the guy who destroys social stability the most. Don't you know that, Mr. Pan?"

"Mr. Ming Mingpan used to be a pacifist who hated fighting. It's really unexpected to let everyone go to war."

"Hehe, I thought you wouldn't ask..."

"I didn't want to ask at first, but my doubts have really increased."

"I just thought I was too naive at the time."

"Because of the Kagudu incident?"

"Yes."

"At that time, when I saw Mr. Pan, I even felt that one day Mr. Pan would be able to realize his ideal."

"'Slate' is not that kind of ideal realization tool, the reality is much crueler."

"But isn't he still fulfilling his dream with Liu, such a society."

"Don't you think it's bad? Everyone can take responsibility for themselves, even the powerless people can survive by their own strength."

"This is a more stable and peaceful society, a society where everyone can protect themselves. Yu Zhang may be very happy to see this scene."

"Have a share of strength, give off a share of light, like a firefly, don't you have to wait for the torch...?"

"No, it's a lush jungle where every individual can grow upwards." A voice came in.

"Competing for the sun, the rain, the breeze?"

Yu Shaoshen Zi hooked her lips and smiled lightly, looking at the "stone slab" on the ground in front of her eyes, "...it is a new world where the weak prey on the strong and have opponents."

At the same time, the three kings who failed in the battle fell into self-blame.

"I didn't expect that the "Grey King" was still alive, and he was still following Bishui Liu. It was really unexpected."

After bandaging the chest and abdomen wounds that were injured during the battle with the Gray King, and putting on the uniform again, Reji Munakata lowered his head and spoke slowly.

"Unexpected?... No, no, it's because I couldn't prevent it before it happens." Words came from outside the carriage, Fushimi Saruhiko leaned his back against the entrance of the carriage, and said lazily. .

"The inability to notice the existence of the "Grey King" is obviously the negligence of you as the "King" and the Izana Society."

"I didn't expect you to be obsessed with scrambling for the slate, but as a 'King', you failed to notice the existence of the 'King'."

He tilted his head, lowered his eyes and said coolly.

Munakata Reisi sighed softly, his face was a little cold, and he turned his back to the outside of the carriage, "If you just say some useless criticism, back off."

"I'm tired."

In the days when he first became the "Blue King", the king who was full of energy made people wonder if the king didn't need to sleep.

"Isn't there even an instruction on the future course of action?" Fushimi Saru Hiko raised his voice.

"The society of Izana should consider his future actions and follow his instructions... After all, I am a loser, so let's reflect on ourselves for a while."

Munakata Reishi lowered his head.

"It's just a one-on-one defeat, what's wrong with you?"

Fushimi Saruhiko turned around and looked into the carriage, "The King of Gold passed away, and all the thorns in his eyes were removed. In the future, when you can do whatever you want in the world, but the troublesome old man is still alive, no wonder you will be depressed."

His words were not without irony.

"Are you happy with such a result?" Munakata Reishi fixed his eyes, "After all, you were very dissatisfied with this alliance..."

"If you fail in the battle, you also think you deserve it!"

As if venting anger, and as if he was irritated by Fushimi Saruhiko's sarcastic remarks, Munakata Reishi said such words.

"—By the way, I also feel that you deserved to lose!" Fushimi Saruhiko put his hands on the floor of the carriage, and he was also extremely emotional.

"Mr. Fushimi, you're talking too much."

Originally thought that Fushimi Saru Hiko was trying to appease the head of the department, but it turned out that the team members who added fuel to the fire couldn't help but talk.

Fushimi Saruhiko turned his head and gave him a cold look, which made all the team members who touched him stunned.

"If you're going to give up on this, I won't."

Fushimi Sarubi Ancient Road.

"Let's go then." Reji Munakata had no intention of holding back, "Leave if you have any objections to me..."

He said lightly, "Aren't you a traitor in the first place?"

Ignoring Fushimi Saru Hiko's hurt expression, he continued, "As long as something goes wrong, you will leave immediately. You have always been such a person - you never follow any "king" sincerely, but you can't get away from the slate. Take control."

"You can only be a small person watching the sky from a well." Making this judgment, Munakata Reiji showed a proud and mocking smile.

Every line, every point... all stepped on the point that Fushimi Saru Hiko was unwilling to face.

This successfully ignited Fushimi Saruhiko's anger, he couldn't help but draw his sword, and stared at the "King" in the carriage with an unkind expression.

"...!"

After a moment of silence and depression, he stabbed the knife hard in the door of the carriage, took off his uniform jacket and hung it on it, and turned away coldly with his fists clenched.

"Master, is this really alright!"

Munakata Reisi snorted softly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and a cold answer came from inside the carriage.

"Let him go."

"I hate jokers." After a while, he whispered to himself.

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