[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

After the man finished speaking, he turned around and gave a respectful salute, then raised his hand and slowly opened the pale gold car curtain.

Since my spirit is completely tense at this moment, the process of opening the car curtain is completely slow motion in my eyes.Before seeing the so-called "righteous lord" with my own eyes, I subconsciously always thought that he was the kind of "looking for white feathers in Pingming, but not in the stone edge." Gu Xun." The mournful hero.

But when I faced the person who stepped out of Yuyu, I was immediately disappointed.

The one standing straight in front of everyone was just a pale young man.

If you just look at the face, the young man's age is about the same as Poker Ping, both in their 20s.But the appearance is like this, it is impossible to say what is hidden in the flesh.

In fact, if you take a closer look, although this young man is wearing a complete set of military armor, his appearance is not as domineering as I imagined Li Kui. Instead, he gives people a strange beauty of demure and indifferent. Of course, he is not as good as his grandfather. The stuffy oil bottle, in short, is very demonic, making people look very uncomfortable.His face was not normal white, as if he had been hit by Baishuang, and I suspected that the blood flowing from his body was also purple and black and cold.

But compared to other Zongmin, he has a very remarkable characteristic, and this characteristic gave me a very ominous feeling:——he is more like a living human being.

Yes, his skin wasn't even shriveled, and under the cold light it gave off a glow of vitality.Except for his pale complexion, straight eyes, and no movement of breath in his chest, what I saw in front of my eyes was clearly just a slender, sinister young man with a sickly face.At least I think, compared to zongzi or human beings, the thing in front of me is more like a ghost that adults only mentioned when they were young to scare children who didn't want to fall asleep.

From the moment Pok You Ping saw that thing's face, his brows have been furrowed unconsciously.I was shocked watching from the side, and coupled with the flickering gloomy aura of the young man opposite, I just felt that even the hairs on my back were all blown up.

But the fat man sometimes really doesn't know whether he is reliable or not, and at this time he leaned into my ear and whispered: "Damn, people I know know that this is a general, but I don't know... say he is a vixen I believe it."

I also lowered my voice and said:

"Keep your voice down, who knows if his ears are good, I don't think it's a simple character, don't be impulsive, try it before you speak."

As a result, as soon as I finished speaking, I heard Poker Finger say coldly and unceremoniously: "What kind of 'person' are you?"

My heart is over. People in high positions are the ones who hate others to be rude to them. The first chance for friendly diplomacy between humans and ghosts was ruined by Lao Men.But how he likes to do, I dote on him, so I gave the fat man a look and didn't say anything.

"Where are you from?"

When the young man who was neither human nor ghost opened his mouth, I couldn't help frowning imitating Poker's expression.It's not because of his arrogance, but because his voice is too "vain". Although he speaks a very proficient local dialect, he seems to have no confidence at the end of a sentence, both in terms of momentum and volume, are so weak No, it's ethereal, echoing in my ears like nothing.Don't talk about himself, I was worried for him when I was listening, for fear that he would not catch his breath and then pass over.Of course, I immediately felt that my worries were unfounded, because no matter how good Zongzi practiced, the respiratory system was dry and rotten thousands of years ago, and there was no need to pant.

Poker Ping didn't answer, and looked at him indifferently. The thing on the opposite side was a little surprised, and turned his dark pupils, staring at Poker Ping.

In fact, I gradually understand Pokerfinger’s conversation policy now, that is: others are tough, and he is tougher than others. Anyway, both parties want to know the answer, and the other party will always let go.

The young man was obviously annoyed, but he still said:

"I am the king here, you can call me Wu Chen. Why are you making trouble in my city?"

We can't tell him that it's because the beauties in Guicheng are too hot and scare us.But a strong dragon can't beat a bully, and it's better to be reasonable than hard-working. I saw that the oil bottle didn't make a sound, so I took over the diplomatic work, and said politely: "It was just a small accident. We came to Guicheng to find something. .”

The man seemed to sneer, and said:

"For so many years, you are the first batch, and it is rare. Let's make a game. If you lose, my people will not eat people, but you will stay here forever; if you win..."

As he said that, he turned his gaze to me, raised his head for a moment, and continued: "You, Wu Xie, have seen my underground treasure. You came here only for money. Well, if you win, you will not only be unscathed I can leave without leaving, and I can take people to take all those things away, the things outside of me don’t mean much to me.”

Poker-Face's expression tightened when he heard the words, and I was a little taken aback by being named by a strange "person". I said to myself that Zhang Haike and I had indeed seen a warehouse full of treasures when we entered the battle formation below, but I and this kid Eight generations of ancestors have nothing to do with it, but he knows my name. It seems likely that he has been closely watching us since we left the ground.

It's a difficult character to deal with.

I changed my mind, and felt that it would be good to play tricks, so I deliberately dodged my eyes, pretended to be anxious and wanted to cover up my greed, and said, "Really?! So... the game?"

Wu Chen smiled, with undisguised contempt on his face, and said lightly: "It's very simple, you just need to...what's the matter within three days?"

In the middle of speaking, a zongzi in light armor suddenly ran up under the ring, and his movements were extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he came to Wu Chen's side, leaned slightly behind him, and whispered something in his king's ear.

The distance between them was still a bit far, and I couldn't hear the content of the remonstrance at all, but after the messenger soldier said a few words, he turned his head indistinctly, glanced at the oil bottle, and then quickly lowered his gaze.

Almost at the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Poker Bottle after being stared at. Although he remained calm on the surface, his left hand had already quietly touched the black gold dagger on the side of his leg.

I knew something had changed, but at this time it was too late to run, so I gave Fatty a wink to tell him to watch out for the back of the ring, moved slightly on my feet, and walked a few steps closer to Poker Ping before stopping.Sure enough, I could barely stand still, Wu Chen frowned, gave the five of us a hard look, and said angrily: "No one has ever been here before, and I wanted to play with you to have fun, but you actually Dare to hurt my national teacher! Is there no one in Daqin to bully me!?"

I realized in an instant that the so-called "national teacher" was the witch doctor who was seriously injured outside. No wonder he disappeared after poisoning a few of my buddies. It turned out that he had slipped back to the city to find a backer.

A small omission can ruin our event!I gritted my teeth secretly, but when the incident happened suddenly, I could only watch helplessly as Wu Chen stepped back into the protective circle of the personal guards and stood still, then drew out his sword in a "swipe" manner, and made an "offensive" posture with steady hands.

The audience boiled up in an instant, we only heard the sound of "giggling" mixed with excited shrill laughter, and before we had time to react, we were surrounded by zongzi all over the city.