Chapter 3601: Surprise

Opening his drunken eyes, two turbid but sharp eyes came. After seeing the visitor clearly, Tyrannosaurus King Bakar first hiccuped, grinned, and said with a smile: "This is not the future apostle of the Devildom. ?"
"Don't talk nonsense when you meet friends, be careful of friends." After pouring a sip of wine into the barrel, I waved my hand and said: "You go out first, I want to chat with your majesty."
The dragon warriors did not dare to disobey, but before leaving, they still sought his majesty's opinions with his eyes and body movements. Seeing Bakar raised his eyes, he immediately bowed and retired.
"I said, what's the matter with you?" Carrying the wine barrel, he came to Bakar and sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the huge Tyrannosaurus King indifferently, and said: "How come you suddenly behave so decadently Is it?"
"What is decadence?" Bakar opened his mouth wide and retorted: "I'm just discouraged! Discouraged, don't you understand it!"
"Understand" I said: "But what are you discouraged for?"
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of your jokes, as the lord of the dragon clan, the original ninth apostle, one of the most powerful dragons in the universe, I was almost destroyed by the black nightmare!"
"Oh?" After listening to Bakar's words, I suddenly became interested: "Even you can't resist the black nightmare's attack on reason?"
Bakar laughed at himself: "Yes."
With a helpless sigh, I said, "Hey, if this is the case, what is the point of my coming here?"
Bakar frowned when he heard the words, and said in confusion, "What do you mean by this?"
Saying this "literally", I took out the wooden box and placed it on a standing wine barrel. When I opened it, a black lacquered stone appeared in Bakar’s field of vision, which instantly attracted his attention. Full attention, at the same time, his body moved involuntarily, and his huge hands slowly and evenly enveloped the black stone.
At the moment when the shadows covered all the black stones, Bakkar's cloudy eyes, which had been completely occupied by greed and desire, suddenly became clear. The huge body shuddered subconsciously. The next second, the huge hands were immediately gathered, and the whole body Shrinked into a ball.
At this moment, I actually read the horror from Bakar's eyes!
The Tyrannosaurus King Bakar, who has always been fearless and fearless, would actually be afraid of such a plain-looking, even a little ugly stone?
No, that's not right. It shouldn't be this stone or the power that Bakar is afraid of. If Bakar really fears the power, he won't ask me to give him the black dream.
What Bakar really fears is the loss of sanity caused by the black nightmare entering the body.
"Are you afraid?" My tone was a little aggressive: "Afraid to lose my mind, aren't you?"
"Yes" Bakar snorted, then said bitterly: "But what can I do?"
"I don't know how," I said frankly: "But there is one thing I can be sure of. When there are problems again, there must be a solution to the problem, but you haven't found that solution yet."
"It is so difficult to find a solution to the black nightmare overwhelming reason." Bakar smiled bitterly. "Even Luke, who is proficient in research, can't rely on his control."
"Why do you want to say these discouraging words?" I asked Bakar: "Don't you dragons also have very advanced technical capabilities? You can definitely try to study the side effects of diluting the black nightmare and drowning your sanity!"
When Bakar heard this, he glanced at me and said in surprise: "I thought you would be like your foster father, but I didn't expect you two to be completely different."
I smiled, scratched my head and waited to be exaggerated by Bakar, and listened to him: "But I didn't expect that you don't even have any common sense about scientific research."
After speaking, he sighed deeply with regret.
"Uh..." Faced with this situation, I was embarrassed, so I staggered the subject and refocused on the black stone: "Forget about that, the rough stone I brought you this time is big enough. Yes, put it away quickly."
"Forget it" Tyrannosaurus King Bakar's reaction was a bit beyond my expectation, and he even directly refused: "I can't bear this kind of black stone. You should take it back."
"It's too straightforward to refuse, right?" I said: "I brought them all. Even if you don't accept all of them, at least you have to accept a little?"
Bakar pondered for a few seconds, and finally nodded, and said: "Well then, I will accept the next part."
After all, she pointed her finger at me... to be precise, she pointed at the demon knife.
"Here" I handed the demon knife over.
"Not for me" Bakar shook his head: "You cut it for me, it's about the size of your fingernails."
"Fingernails..." I measured a few times, and then took the knife.
"Why don't you cut it?" Bakar asked, then he sighed and said: "If you can't bear it, just put it away and take it back. It's not that you didn't keep your promise, but I refused to accept it."
"No" I shook my head and said, "I just don't plan to cut with a knife, but plan to use this!"
While speaking, I raised my fist, smiled, and then smashed it hard.
After a dull sound, the black stone did not break, but there were a few cracks, but these cracks were too subtle to play a decisive role at all.
So I slammed again, one punch, two punches, three punches... I slammed dozens of punches in one breath, and finally, a black rough stone the size of a fingernail was smashed and fell to the ground. .
Picking up the rough stone, handing it over, I said, "Is it so big?"
"can."
Bakar greeted the dragon warriors and built a wooden box on the spot and put the rough stone in it. After they left, Bakar finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then fixed his eyes on the remaining large black rough stone and asked: "How can I return it? Don't put it away?"
"Why put it away?" I asked in return.
"What are you going to do?" Bakar asked again.
"It was originally intended for you. Since you don't want it, then I have to accept it reluctantly."
"I can warn you that the power contained in this ore is not as simple as you think. Don't be inattentive. The car overturned in the gutter.
"No," I said, taking off the guard and bandage, exposing the arm full of ancient words.
The moment he saw the ancient text, Bakar's expression was solemn and frightened.
"This... is... the wizard text?"
"To be precise, it is called ancient writing, but it is not wrong to be called ancient writing."
"I've always wanted to ask you, why do you have these words on your arm?" Bakar said solemnly: "When I was in the Arad continent, I also came into contact with similar words, but any two different ancient words. None of them can be combined and arranged together at will, not because of how difficult the text is to write, but because once written, there will be peculiar reactions, ranging from a powerful force to the destruction of everything."
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