Another world strategy career with male gods

A group of people with blonde hair and yellow clothes!

At that time, he only paid attention to Chen, but he didn't think about it. Now it seems that their clothes are exactly the same as their outfits!

At that time in the back mountain of Snow Demon City, several people were on their way home, Su Yi once told him and Chen that the types of fox demons can be distinguished by their hair color!

It is obviously a member of the Golden Fox clan, so the people who were in the barrier at that time were the disappeared members of the Golden Fox clan! ?

Su Xing felt that he had caught something, he hurriedly raised his head and asked Han Yuan, "Has the Golden Fox Clan been wiped out?"

Han Yuan was stunned, a little surprised why Su Xing would suddenly mention this question, he nodded in a daze and said: "I don't know, this is what the third elder told me, it should be just a rumor, didn't you also deny it at that time?"

Su Xing nodded thoughtfully.

Han Yuan was full of doubts again and said: "But if they haven't been wiped out, where is the Golden Fox Clan now? I haven't seen the Golden Fox Clan since entering the city. But if the Golden Fox Clan is really wiped out by the West Desert Sect. ...how could you be so determined to help the West Desert Sect?"

Su Xing lowered his eyes, and suddenly came to a conclusion in his heart: He was indeed threatened!

Then why did he come here? Perhaps he wanted to leak some news to himself that Chen was still alive, or he wanted to come to inquire about the situation of the Golden Fox Clan in the barrier, but because of Cui Xiu's presence, he didn't know how to speak?

If this is the case, his contradictions, his ruthlessness, seem to have an answer.

. . . . .

West Desert Sect, main hall.

The prodigal son waved his hand, and everyone else retreated. For a moment, the entire hall was silent.

The prodigal son looked down at him with a cold expression on his face.

After Chen experienced the initial chaos, now it seems that Xiao Jihong and Ran are both obeying this person, and they have guessed about the identity of the person in front of them.

He was sitting cross-legged in the hall, he had just escaped from death, his face was very pale.

The two stood and sat without speaking.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen asked, "Where is Su Xing?"

The prodigal raised his eyebrows: "Dead!"

Chen's expression froze, and he raised his eyelids and stared at him coldly.

The prodigal squatted down, raised the corners of his lips and said to Chen: "Why do you have to be so loyal to him, he's not worth it, how about following me?"

Chen frowned.

The prodigal son said: "As long as you agree to follow me wholeheartedly, I can let him go!"

Chen said: "Purpose"

The prodigal raised his eyebrows: "No purpose!"

Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a sneer: "You're making such a foolish joke, do you think I'm a three-year-old?"

The prodigal son's smile widened, and he said, "Yes, there is a purpose!"

Chen's eyes were like cold arrows, looking at him sharply.

The prodigal laughed softly, as if he felt that he was doing something very interesting: "The purpose is to separate the two of you!"

Chen obviously didn't believe it: "It's just like that?"

The prodigal son's smile was even more exaggerated, his eyes seemed to be rounded, with a strange color shining inside, he tilted his head and said: "Of course not, I want you to separate, I want you to watch each other in pain, But helpless! I want you to live in torment all the time, forever and ever!"

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It seemed like a pretty bright future, and the libertine's laughter nearly filled the space.

Looking at the madness on his face, Chen concluded that this man was an unreasonable lunatic.

"Why?" Chen asked.

The whole face of the prodigal son became distorted with an exaggerated smile, and he said: "Because I like you, my God!"

Chen kept his composure, knowing that he was talking nonsense, the "killing desire" in his eyes was so obvious, as long as he was not blind, he would definitely be able to see it!

The two had known each other for a long time, and there was something cold in the air.

Chen suddenly sneered and said, "I'm a little curious."

"Curious what?"

"If I promise to obey your orders in the future and you let go of your sobriety, how can you make our two lives worse than death?"

The prodigal son's face was blank for a second, then the corners of his mouth curled up, and he clapped his hands and said, "Interesting, interesting, interesting!"

He said three interesting things in a row, then suddenly bent down, stared at Chen with no expression on his face, and said indifferently: "I just said, let him go, but I didn't say where to let him go! Since you want to let him go, you can naturally release him." He put it in my hands, in my room, in my bed!"

An angry look appeared on Chen's face, the prodigal son's words seemed to have touched Chen's bottom line, and the cheek muscles twitched unconsciously.

The prodigal son looked at him and laughed arrogantly.

"My God, are you angry that I did something you dare not do for hundreds of millions of years!" The prodigal son's voice sank, and said, "But, God is mine!"

Chen's brain was on fire at the moment, but his sanity still remained. The two titles "God" and "Shangshen" seemed familiar, which brought back a certain part of his secret memory.

Chen said: "You are a libertine!"

Appropriate surprise appeared on the face of the prodigal son, and he exaggerated: "You still remember me!"

Chen snorted coldly: "Not only do I remember you, I also want to thank you, thank you for harming me in the previous life!"

The smile on the prodigal son's face disappeared, he stared at Chen, squinted his eyes, his face was cold: "I didn't hurt you! You asked for it!"

Chen said: "Oh, how did I ask for it?"

These words were like a mantra, which instantly sealed all the madness of the prodigal son. At the beginning, he just looked at Chen fixedly, and his face turned greener the more he looked at it.

Immediately, a force suddenly accumulated in his hand, and a bright ball of light spun rapidly in the palm of his hand.

Chen's eyes turned cold, and he turned around to run away, but before he could turn around, the power was already close in front of him.

This speed made his heart sink, and his hairs exploded.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Chen was knocked out of the main hall by this force.

He was seriously injured, and the moment he fell to the ground, his eyes turned black and his brain was buzzing.

He panted rapidly, biting his back teeth hard to keep himself awake.

Most of the conversations I had with this man just now were speculations and fabrications.

He didn't know what the man in front of him wanted to do, and whether the two of them really had entanglements in the last life, but in the conversation with this man just now, Chen subconsciously felt that this man was a ruthless character!

He wants to stay clear, he needs to recover his body quickly, and he needs to find a way to save him from waking up!kill this man!

The prodigal son twisted his neck, and shouted out expressionlessly, "Come here!"

Several attendants hurriedly walked into the hall, kowtowed and said: "I don't know what the suzerain has ordered!"

The prodigal son pointed at the people outside and said, "Bring him back to life! If he dies, I'll let you all die!"

Several attendants trembled all over, kowtowed again and again: "The villain obeys orders, the villains obeys orders!"

They lifted Chen carefully, and hurried to the doctor's place!

The prodigal son looked at Chen's back, his eyes were inorganic and cold.

He said: "Our story has just begun!"

. . . . .

On the edge of the Western Desert, there is a small team of 30 people.

They all walked with their swords, their sharp swords pierced through the long wind, looking at their speed and strength, it was obvious at a glance that these people were not ordinary people.

The one standing in front of my eyes seems to be a woman. She is wearing a red gauze dress, and her sleeves are blowing in the strong wind. Her face is covered with a red gauze, so her face cannot be seen clearly, but she is long and long. Eyelashes, romantic eyebrows, one can guess that this person must be a beauty.

The beauty seemed to have sensed something, the long sword stopped suddenly in the air, and then gently raised her hand, signaling the people behind him to stop.

The eyes of the others have been watching her closely all the time, seeing her speak, they gradually stop, quietly waiting for her instructions.

At this moment, their location happened to be where Chen and the others walked past a few days ago!

The red-clothed woman waved a wave of true energy. The strange thing is that this true energy is not like true energy, but more like a cloud of fog. It moves very slowly, as if being blown by the wind, gracefully.

However, the cloud of fog traveled for a while, and suddenly seemed to encounter some obstacles, and then followed a certain trajectory, and dispersed into an arc.

Seeing this, the red-clothed woman showed a smile, and she gave instructions to the people behind: "The barrier of ghost desert has arrived, Second Elder, please come out and help break this barrier!"

The second elder who had been called came forward, bowed to the woman in red, and said respectfully, "Yes!"

. . . . . . .

Everyone knows that the Western Desert Sovereign has a male favourite.

That male favorite is a young boy, naturally fair, from hair to toenails, there is no place that does not shine.

It's really a god!

The bloodthirsty and brutal suzerain of the Western Desert was conquered by this godlike boy.

The lord of Ximo took him on a tour every day. Starting from the magnificent Ximo Palace, the mighty troops circled around the entire city. During this period, all the subjects had to kneel down and worship, so as not to offend the gods.

Only after the suzerain's sage passed by, could everyone stand up and look curiously at the back of the god in the distant street among the vast crowd.

Perhaps because of the gods, the suzerain's killing and cruelty has been restrained a lot. At least for so many days, the suzerain hasn't killed a single person.

For this god, everyone worships from the bottom of their hearts!

This must be the person sent by the heavens to save the people of the West Desert after seeing the suffering of the people in the West Desert!

However, in contrast.

Inexplicably being poked by the patriarch of the Western Desert, and then by the people of the Western Desert, he woke up with a dazed look on his face.

If he had the ability, he would really like to pry open the mind of the Western Desert Sovereign to see what the stinky tofu has been sitting there for a long time!

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