May you be happy and prosperous

Uncle Shabak left, Lu Twelve was still in a daze and didn't know what happened. He turned his head and tugged at Shakya's sleeve in the darkness: "What happened just now? What do you mean? How about the ability improvement?" Something?——Isn’t Master Shabak just playing for fun, is it possible to beat someone to death or maim him?”

The black-haired young man asked a series of questions without even panting. Shakya lowered his head. In the darkness, his golden pupils flickered and looked playfully at the hand that was pinching his sleeve, and did not let him relax. Kai, just paused and said: "You'll know in a while—no matter what happens later, don't panic, I'm here, nothing will happen to you."

Hearing what Shajiaye said, Lu Twelve not only didn't feel at ease, but the evil fire rushed up and threw him away suddenly - because the martial arts meeting was about to start at this time, and the surrounding suddenly It became quieter, but Lu Twelve was so angry that he couldn't vent it, so he frowned, but lowered his voice and growled like a beast with furred hair: "You never finish, you always talk mysteriously I leave everything to you and the rest I just need to be calm and calm again—why don’t you think about me?! I don’t know anything, how can I be calm? How can I be calm?!”

Lu Twelve was really not calm anymore.

After roaring all over his head and face, he found that the surrounding area was extremely quiet, and he didn't know if everyone was listening to him, or it was just his illusion—and at this moment, the man whose face was confused by him also He was not angry, and in the darkness, he just looked at him. After a while, he stretched out his hand and quickly touched the corner of his lips... The fingertips without gloves seemed to still carry the cold outside, and Lu Twelve was frozen by this temperature. He had to shrink back, and at the same time, he heard Sharjaya sigh: "Sometimes when I talk to outsiders about my Mr. Staff, everyone is like 'that's a good man' and 'he has a good temper'' I have never seen such a gentle person' such an evaluation... People who say these words, have they seen you like this?"

"No!" Lu Twelve replied viciously, "Do you think everyone is hated like you?"

"Well," Shakya nodded earnestly, as if he was really educated, "I think so, but no matter how much I hate you, you won't become like this in front of me, as if you have eaten your stomach all day long. Like a puppy, you bite me when you see me?"

"Bite your ass, dirty mouth."

Lu Twelve twitched his face away, knowing that he was making excuses—and it was still on this kind of occasion, when there were tens of thousands of ears and thousands of eyes staring at him, Sha Gaya naturally wouldn't say anything, and he wouldn't either. To get any answer, I can only hold back the fire that cannot be extinguished once it burns, and refuse to speak again.

"Usually hide and refuse to say anything. When you encounter something, you will not be calm. You just can't hide it. You have to write everything on your face. You can't pretend. Some things are told to you, but they will hurt you—— Oh, why are you looking at me like that? Are you not convinced?" The man hooked his lips, "Tell me, the last time I let you know that you have the residual power of my weapon in your body, how did you react?"

Lu Twelve: "..."

Shakya: "Break up with me."

Lu Twelve: "..."

To be said so suddenly, I really feel ashamed to play.

"For such a trivial matter, you are such a money-loving person, you can even say no to the phantom beast you bought back with more than 1000 gold coins," Shakya said, "The next bigger thing will happen, you Are you going to destroy the Earth? Or do you want to kill Vatlun once and for all?"

Lu Twelve was speechless.

Still angry, and so angry that his lungs would explode.

But now he finally knows what he is struggling with these days. At first he thought he was struggling with Shakya's feelings for him not being pure enough, and being with him was because the power in his body attracted him—but Now he finally understood that it wasn't all that he was angry with, he was also annoyed that the man refused to tell him anything.

This gave him a sense of powerlessness as his eyes were darkened and he could only flop around without knowing where his target was.

Lu Twelve wiped his face and said weakly: "You always have to discuss with me what happens, and there is still room for negotiation if you say it. If you don't say anything, then there is really nothing you can do."

Yu Luo, he saw Sha Gaya turned around and took a deep look at him, just when he thought the man would reject him, he unexpectedly saw Sha Gaya nodded and said: "You are right, before I I always thought it was not a big problem not to tell you, but now it seems that things are a little more troublesome than I imagined."

Lu Twelve was taken aback: "What?"

"If you are left alone outside, there will always be insects that are not afraid of death." Sha Jiaye said concisely, and by the way, he used his chin to point not far away - Lu Twelve looked in the direction his chin pointed, Then he found out dumbfoundingly that this guy was talking about Wu Yu.

Completely off the rhythm of the topic focus.

After the two returned to silence, Lu Twelve carefully considered what Sha Gaya said. He could feel that the man didn't want to tell him these things because he didn't trust him.

Thinking of this, Lu Twelve suddenly heard his conversation with Sha Gaya. At that time, he said something, and asked Sha Gaya—you are the king of Vatlun, and you will be afraid feet, scared?

How did Shakya answer him at that time? . . . Kings, he said, have their times of fear.

Kings also have times of fear.

Lu Twelve thought about the expression on the man's face when he said this, and he was a little dazed. His mind was in a mess, like a mess where he couldn't find the end of the thread, or a pot of paste. It was just a thought that gradually changed. It became clear, the black-haired young man suddenly realized, or he was really not alone in being inexplicably afraid and confused.

"Brother Cai..."

"Shh, don't talk." The man looked at the people walking around in the darkness not far away and said in a deep voice, his voice was low and hoarse.

Lu Twelve can vaguely guess that these things may have something to do with him. When he joined forces 500 years ago, a man bombarded him 500 years later, and then fell into a deep sleep for 500 years. After several twists and turns, through the residual weapon power in his body Became his phantom beast...Before, he always felt that 500 years after he was bombarded by a bombardment, he bought phantom beast eggs and bought Shakya, and there happened to be the residual power of Shakya's weapon in his body. Everything was nothing but It's just a coincidence... But now calm down and think about it, what kind of coincidence can be so weird? !

The matter about Sha Gaya's weapon is probably not as simple as he imagined.

The black-haired young man looked down at his hands, and an idea popped up in his mind, but... this idea is a little scary.

Thinking of this, Lu Twelve couldn't sit still. He turned his head to look at the man sitting next to him. He moved his lips but didn't know what to say. At this moment, Shakya stretched his hand from under the seat, I touched Lu Twelve's hand, held it for a while and played with it for a while - at first Lu Twelve wanted to slap his hand away, until the man scratched his palm with his fingertips with ease, Lu Twelve was teased again and again. Itchy and speechless, the strength in Shakya's hand became stronger every time he broke free, and finally he had no choice but to let him go.

"It's started." Shajaye said with a blank expression while looking at my fighting platform.

At this time, the martial arts meeting did start, but after a lot of mysterious conversations before, Lu Twelve always felt that the "start" that Shakya said was not the "start"—after pondering for a while, waiting Lu Twelve realized that when he was thinking wildly, he was not in a good mood. He just felt that his thinking mode was completely carried away by Sharjaya, so he quickly concentrated his energy and concentrated on watching the game.

It is not difficult to do this.

Lu Twelve had seen the broadcast of martial arts competitions on TV countless times, but this was the first time to watch the live broadcast. There were 360-degree cameras in the entire venue, which projected the situation on the martial arts stage in the surrounding area not far above people's heads. On many large screens, every move of the phantom beasts on the stage can be clearly seen, and there are professional commentators on site. With the phantom beasts attacking or dodging, the audience will give appropriate reactions. interactive.

The atmosphere was very good.

Lu Twelve attentively watched a few competitions for the newly recruited Phantom Beast staff in the military department. During the period, he and JAY exchanged text messages to exchange their experiences - the wireless network coverage model of the military department is good, and the speed of sending and receiving emails is also fast. Quite right, although the two of them were sitting a few rows apart, they communicated as if they were sitting next to each other without barriers... During this process, Shakya had been sitting quietly beside Lu Twelve, The corners of his lips were slightly hooked, as if he was watching the game casually. When the winner was decided, the followers and audience applauded lightly and gracefully. .

"I thought you would be more resistant to this kind of competition." Lu Twelve said, "For example, I'm not happy to see humans making your clansmen compete with each other like tools."

"Thinking too much." Shajaye said lazily, "Humans also compete in various skills in giant games. Why don't you think your athletes are tools?"

Lu Twelve: "..."

"It's the same reason." Shakya glanced at him, "Vatren is a natural fighting race, and we ourselves will hold arena events every year, and the victorious fighters will be honored."

The doubt was answered, Lu Twelve said "Oh", turned his head back, and continued to watch the game——but at this time, the lights on the martial arts stage dimmed a bit, and some people could be seen from Lu Twelve's direction. In the entrance passage for both sides, he saw a familiar figure swaying for a while, so he took out the communicator and typed to JAY: Your lover is on the stage.

JAY returned him a vomit kaomoji.

Lu Twelve put away the communicator with a smile, and waited intently for the performance of Uncle Sabak. The one performing with Uncle Sabak was K——Lu Twelve felt that this was quite unfair. K is logically considered a civil servant, so let him It was a little bullying for civil servants to make gestures with military officials, but soon, Lu Twelve put away this idea. K's weapon is a long gun, which can be retracted freely, with an inverted gun shining with snow-white metallic luster on the front. The hook is like a small scythe. In other words, he is a phantom beast that can be used for long-range or melee combat.

Judging by the extendable length of the scythe, if K is happy, he can fork the flying-type phantom beast flying in the sky directly from the sky.

At this moment, he was still wearing a suit, but the necktie was open and the tie was taken off. His chest heaved slightly due to panting. On the other hand, on the side of Uncle Shabak, his muscles were covered with a thin layer of sweat, but his eyes were like torches. People couldn't help but be attracted - the auditorium was very quiet, even quieter than before, people were completely attracted by this competition between the top awakened Eudemons, and they even forgot to cheer.

The scene can only hear the loud "bang" and "snap" when the venue was destroyed.

The sound was completely transmitted to the eyes of every audience through the on-site PA system.

And just when Uncle Shabak raised the sandstorm double knives in his hand again, and it seemed that he was about to launch the next attack on K, Lu Twelve noticed with sharp eyes that K opened his mouth and smiled, stretched out a finger, pushed Pushing the gold-rimmed glasses clamped on his face—the metal luster reflected a light under the light, Lu Twelve subconsciously felt that this phantom beast was about to do something bad again.

The results were as expected, and some were unexpected.

Unsurprisingly, K really did something bad, and he was still with Uncle Shabak. Unexpectedly, the bad things they did were not aimed at each other——before everyone realized what happened, Lu Twelve Just in time to see the commotion of the crowd from the VIP seats in the front row, a slender figure suddenly stood up, and at the same time, Sabak and K jumped off the field and rushed straight to the VIP seats!

Those who participated in the year-end banquet today are all famous people.

No one expected this to happen.

The scene suddenly became chaotic, and Lu Twelve seemed to hear Uncle Shabak's tongue-smacking sound from a distance, and the sandstorm's double knives slammed into the long knives in the disciple's hands!

Bah!

There was an ear-piercing sound from the collision between metal and metal, and Sabak roared to increase the force, but the disciple, those green pupils were as calm as a lake that could not stir any ripples, she looked at Sabak quietly, only slightly Frowning——Compared to the general in front of him, his body, which was too petite, managed to withstand the suppression like this. Even, the strength of the two sides seemed to be completely equal!

"Sabac, what are you going to do to my staff?"

The student's voice was so calm that no trace of emotion could be heard.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat

Uncle Shabak roared, and the audience around him had already started to leave the scene. When Lu Twelve, who was sitting still in his seat, was startled by the call, he felt that Shakya held his hand under the seat and shook it slightly. Gathered some strength——At the same time, the sandstorm double blades erupted with greater power, and the disciple was caught off guard and forced to take a step back. The pair of green pupils widened slightly, and confusion flashed for a moment.

As for the staff member of the disciple, his whole body paled and limp behind her.

Ironically, this scene was illuminated by the camera turned around at some point and onto the large screen printed above their heads, giving a close-up of the ugly face distorted by fear.

"Student, student—help me!" He trembled, trying to get up, but fell down on another chair because his legs didn't work, "I order you to save me!"

Lu Twelve frowned.

He heard Shakya chuckle contemptuously in his ear.

Disciple and Sabak are both military generals, and also one of the four generals under Sharjaya. They are brave and good at fighting. Except for the daily sparring, they have never been as serious as they are today. She was impatient, and Shabak was blindly attacking. The disciple kept adjusting the angle casually to resist his attack, but it was not difficult to see that from the beginning to the end, she always protected her staff behind her.

Lu Twelfth stood up and looked around—according to this situation, in fact, there should have been guards rushing in to maintain order, but after looking around, his heart suddenly sank—no, after all the audience ran After the end, the entire fight scene was empty, without any guards showing up, in a heavily guarded place like the military headquarters!

Lu Twelve's eyes flickered, and then, he vaguely saw a person standing by the door on the upper floor.

Lu Twelve narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to see who it was, when he suddenly saw that person raised his hand, as if making a gesture towards the martial arts stage—he turned his head almost subconsciously. At that time, Lu Twelve saw another figure appearing from the fighting platform...it was actually K!

That's right, K was there just now, but after the chaos, because he didn't confront the disciples head-on, people almost subconsciously ignored him!

The awakened Eudemons that suddenly appeared made another movement of pushing his glasses, and then drew a circle with the weapon in his hand flying around his fingertips. When the disciple noticed him from the corner of his eye, he seemed to be startled. Blinking, distracted for a moment, was slapped on the shoulder by Uncle Shabak, and was thrown a few meters away like a kite with a broken string in an instant!

There is no obstacle in front of her staff!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahah !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Amidst the staff screaming in horror, at the same time, the weapon in K's hand grew suddenly, and the hook in front suddenly transformed into a straight gun!

puff...

In the empty venue, the dull sound of metal piercing into the flesh seemed so three-dimensional.

On the big screen, the man slumped on the VIP seat seemed to have his eyes widened in disbelief. He twitched, and turned his head mechanically to look at the direction of the ruins thrown by the disciple behind him—only heard There was a clattering sound from over there, and amidst the sound of falling gravel, a figure who seemed particularly slender in comparison stood up unsteadily... The staff looked at the disciple, stretched out his hand, and grabbed his stabbed. The spear pierced his heart, the corners of his lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but soon, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, preventing him from making any further sound, those eyes suddenly became very bright, and then , then suddenly dimmed down.

The body that had been twitching and tense for a second suddenly went limp.

There was an indescribable smell floating in the air, and one could see on closer inspection that there was a dark spot of water on the crotch of the former servant of the dead student—he was so frightened that he peed on his pants .

K retracted his weapon.

He looked at the weapon in his hand, and after confirming that it was undamaged, he slowly took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the blood-stained sharp knife in front of him, and then glanced at the blood-stained handkerchief , showing a look of disgust, as if he disliked the dirty handkerchief, and threw it away casually.

Not far from him, Shabak stepped on the distorted face that was fixed at the moment before death, and said in a rough voice: "Real trash also has the face to call others trash? Garbage."

At this time, the disciple had already arrived in front of them—Sabak turned his head and glanced at her, feeling a little guilty by those green pupils, turned his face away and said loudly, "You're welcome!"

Lu Twelve thought that the student would go crazy, but he didn't expect that the latter just bent down, and gently closed the ferocious eyes of the person sitting on the seat with his white fingertips. After a long time, he lowered his voice and said, "Good night, master."