Writer saves the world

The air was suddenly quiet.

Even with Natsume Soseki's reflexes, it took a few seconds to understand what Futaba Tingming meant - it was true that Futaba Tingming had never shown any signs of knowing Kagu before. It's like living on two sets that have nothing to do with each other.

Just like when the transcendents heard Erye Tingming mention Rimbaud's name, or when Rimbaud was pulled into a dream by him to see those old acquaintances, there was a sense of confusion in a series of movies.

Moreover, Erye Tingming spoke too calmly, his tone was as usual as discussing the weather outside the window for today's dinner, and the person who was frightened by a thunderbolt on the ground seemed to be a different kind.

But being frightened like Natsume Soseki is a normal reaction. His pupils dilated like a cat and his hair exploded all over his body. Peace of mind.

"Are you sure?" He couldn't help asking, knowing that with Erye Tingming's character, he could say it with [-]% credibility, but at the same time, he couldn't help but have illusions.

Kagu all hinted at the walking nuke/bomb that issued a red warning on the Weitzman value a few years ago. They have been arguing about whether to act first just to be on the safe side, and worry that rashly attacking the Red King will cause violence in the purgatory. / move, plus luck, the discussion is still inconclusive.

Perhaps Kagu Tsuhyunshi also felt the pressure of being killed at any time. Purgatory house has been expanding rapidly in the past two years. It has quickly changed from a small group to a behemoth that cannot be underestimated in the Kanto region. Take the posture of being the leader of the underground world.

But this also means that once Kagu Tsuen shows off his sword, Purgatory House, which is completely suppressed by his personal charm, will become a huge security risk. Although they have formulated quite a few plans to suppress the rebound of Purgatory House, but in all Hearing this news now that everyone's attention is on Ever Darkness Island is really not a good thing to make Natsume Soseki happy.

No, terribly bad.

Observing Natsume Soseki's expression, Erye Tingming comforted him, "You already know in advance."

Natsume Soseki imagined the scene where Kagu Tsugenshi suddenly dropped his sword without being informed by Futaba Tingming in advance——Kagu Tsugenshi lives in the densely populated Kanagawa Prefecture, which is very close to Yokohama and not far from Tokyo. Far away, according to the intensity of the explosion simulated by the technicians before, with bad luck, Yokohama and Tokyo will become the ashes of history together.

Fortunately, he knew in advance.

Compared with the worse results, Natsume Soseki felt a little lucky.

He sighed and asked again, "Then?"

Based on what he knew about Erye Tingming, his sudden warning was definitely not a kind and free service, and the bait thrown to him must have been more than just a warning.

Erye Tingming blinked, with an innocent and innocent look on his face, "I can help... If he drops his sword, it will be very troublesome. We all think it is more convenient to deal with it in advance than to deal with the aftermath of the explosion."

He sighed softly as he said, "Dresden has overplayed his hand this time, and he will restrain himself when he chooses the king next time."

Among its kind, the Dresden Slate has the most volatile and chaotic position. It is obsessed with the game of choosing the king and is committed to making the game more interesting. It is extremely similar to a brat who pours boiling water on an ant nest. It is useless to reason and can only rely on beating.

Did that hit?

Fighting and fighting, Naruto Futaba Tei is sitting here, the truth came to the door and pulled the Dresden stone slab, his face was full of peach blossoms, the small tentacles couldn't lift anything heavier than a book, but they waved it like a barbed one It was as lethal as a whip, and Dresden could be heard sobbing when it was whipped, and when he was tired, there was a row of three powers of seven who were eager to fight.

Do you know how unstable the world is now, Erye Tingming is digging sugar beets with all his heart and soul, and the third power of Qi is also like a tinker, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall. At this time, you have to give up your sword!Drop the sword!It's a pleasure to drop everyone to play together!

Even the polluted Holy Grail consciousness secretly stepped on the back. After all, the world has been played and collapsed, what is the birth of him? He is terrified.

The turmoil that occurred at a level that cannot be touched by human beings did not stir up half a splash in reality, but the kings who were bound by the Dresden stone slabs would hear faintly weeping in a deep sleep from time to time, distant and ethereal Echoing in the depths of consciousness, they can't remember what happened when they wake up, but there is a lingering aftertaste of horror that makes them shudder.

It should be a big thing to pay attention to the abnormal behavior of the kings at the same time. However, the existing kings are scattered and free one by one, and have no awareness of sharing information. They just think that they have a nightmare or are attacked by some enemy. Caught a few nails in their respective camps.

The only person who didn’t experience the ghost cry in the dream was the red king Kagu Tsugenshi. It is difficult for a person who has suppressed his anger and violent emotions all the year round to even fall asleep. The sweet and beautiful deep sleep is an urban legend for him.

Kagu all suggested that the most commonly used method of hypnosis is to drink alcohol.

He is especially fond of all kinds of spirits, and when he gets drunk, he will mix all kinds of spirits together to form a scary-looking unknown liquid, and he will suffocate in one mouthful.

In principle, he shouldn't drink so much alcohol. If he drinks too much, he will lose control of his emotions even more, causing the already precarious Weitzman's deviation value to slide further into the abyss.

Others can damage things at most when they are drunk, but he may blow up a big hole in Japan at any time when he is drunk.

what……

So what does it matter.

Kagu Tsugenshi laughed indifferently, and lay back on the carpet.

Today was another day when he got drunk, and he wanted to enjoy the rare solitude again.After a while, that cyan bastard will definitely kick open his door with a serious face, and may forcefully take him to the confinement room to "calm down".

Stuffing him into a room full of spells, engraved with formations, and placed with many supernatural devices can give him a short period of forced calm, and give him a little respite from his rage and anger.

But they all know that this is a drop in the bucket. Anger is like a flame burning his rationality all the time, becoming active and crazy day by day, and it won’t be long before he will tear this human body and get out—he thinks of himself Either drunk or crazy, otherwise why can't I wait to see the spectacular scene when I drop the sword.

It must be endless flames and blood, as if it could burn the whole world up.

Kagutsu Hyunshi stared at the ceiling, and heard the sound of another piece of his king sword falling apart.He had already started to lose consciousness, but he was lying flat again, turning left and right, and he couldn't do anything, so he got up and took out his mobile phone from the wine bottle, and called that green bastard—Qing Wangyu and Zhang Xun .

Yu Zhangxun listened to the special ringtone he had set up, politely apologized to Erye Tingming standing in front of him, and gestured to his mobile phone, "I'm sorry..."

"It doesn't matter." Erye Tingming said that you are free, looking at the king who was selected by the Dresden slate in front of you.

In order to avoid suspicion, he didn't even come to Tokyo very often, and this was the first time he met the king.The young king has a face so beautiful that people can misunderstand his gender, with a bright and bright smile on his face, his eyes are firm and calm, gentle and bold.

It is indeed the Qingwang type that Dresden Slate will choose.

It's a pity that it's not Tingming Erye's dish.

Anyone who is a little familiar with the lives of great writers in history knows that most of the fruits of literature grow in the soil of fanaticism to the point of madness. The sweeter the fruits, the farther away they are from "order" and "control". But Zhiyu Zhang Xun didn't have any traits that Erye Tingming was interested in.

Even his tentacles, which are so hungry that they can't choose what to eat, have no interest in Yu Zhangxun, and lie on the head of the truth, crying hungry.

On the other side, Yu Zhangxun picked up the phone, and heard a concise message with Kagutsu's personal style.

"I'm about to drop my sword. If I don't come and stab me to death, I won't have a chance."

To be honest, after Yuzhang Xun kicked open the door, he didn't hint to Kagu that the bastard's two punches were his self-cultivation.

"He'll leave it to you." Yu Zhangxun held Kagu Tsuxuan by the back collar like a disobedient cat that should go to hell, and his smile was so bright that black smoke was coming out of his body.Kagutsu Hyunshi really did not move like a cat caught by the nape of the neck, lazily raised his eyes to look at Futaba Tingming, then lazily yawned and closed his eyes to doze off.

Drunk people tend to look disheveled and sloppy, and he can probably be counted as an exception. His eyes looking at Erye Tingming are still clear, and his muscles are tense like a beast that will explode at any time. It is debatable how much he is pretending to be drunk.

"Please don't worry." Erye Tingming took over the heavy and oversized big cat, "I will let him come back alive."

The Scarlet King will not be able to become the King of Red, even if Wang Jian is rotten like that, even a professional tinkerer like the third power of seven will say that there is no way to save it, not to mention the mental state of Kagu Tsuu-sensei, it is safer to abdicate as soon as possible.

As for the next Red King...

Having been beaten by a group once, the Dresden Slate should have a longer memory, and the new Red King's new king sword, even if the Dresden Slate does things again, there is still plenty of room for repair and adjustment.

Erye Tingming held Kagu Tsuhyun, the violent and chaotic energy field gave him the illusion that he had strayed into the scene of a fire, it was smoky, choking, and hot, and the energy collision of different systems also made Kagu Hyunshin. The precarious energy balance is completely out of order.

The Red King's shattered sword of Damocles appeared in the sky, and the falling debris scattered like sparks. After struggling to support it for a few seconds, it began to fall continuously and continuously.

——! ! !

Yu Zhangxun's pupils constricted, and he subconsciously drew his sword out of its sheath, echoing the falling king's sword. The cyan sword of Damocles hung high in the sky.

"Hush—" Erye Tingming blinked at him, "Don't be nervous, nothing will happen."

"Although it will be a little uncomfortable...you bear with it."

He said this to Kagu Tsu Hyunshi, and the Scarlet King looked at Erye Tingming, and responded with a somewhat crazy smile.

Well, it looks like it's ready.

Erye Tingming took a deep breath, calling out the truth that he had no appetite for similar creations, and forcibly swallowed him with a sword.

unpalatable...

It tastes the same as eating capsaicin directly, except that it is spicy, and it is so spicy that it is disgusting.

I feel sick...

Erye Tingming endured the retching feeling from the real body feedback to his body, just to keep himself from spitting out Kagu Duxuan and Wang Jian would consume all his energy, and he had no intention of explaining anything to Yu Zhangxun , directly closed his eyes, gave up control of his body, and sank into the depths of his consciousness. In the eyes of outsiders, it was——

passed out.

Yu Zhangxun held the sword, looked at the carpet where Kagu Tsuxuanshi was lying on just now, and at Erye Tingming who was unconscious and found a sofa for himself, and fell into a rare confusion.

Where is the Red King?

So where did the big red king go?

been eaten? !