Vol 3 Chapter 976: Mud can't help the wall

David's statement is not reliable for the time being ...
Well, it's a joke to say it's reliable. But the facts are obvious here.
Petrified the audience!
The analogy is not very appropriate. This is like playing online games in this world and pushing copies. After all the hardships and arduous pushes to the last level of the copy, facing the final OSS. This OSS is also very powerful, its origins are unpredictable, its performance has been shocked to increase, and its combat power has been so high that it is frightening. As a result, the OSS made a rude remark, and there was no more ... ...
Is this over?
Do n’t you want to kill everyone in the world?
Is it possible to play together happily ...
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Move around the body.
In fact, Tang En and others need not feel ridiculous. Because the situation of oolong is not only this, almost at the same time, the intensity of oolong in some events is far more than the absurd scene they are experiencing ...
Brando, the royal castle under drizzle.
In the slightly cold king's dormitory, the heavy curtains swayed side by side with the cold wind sneaking in, rolling the spicy smell of the house, and also a little undercurrent of unexplainable and unknown.
As the most powerful man in the Big Six, King Bran is now really old. Lying on a sickbed, his face was yellow, his body was thin, his chest dries up a little ... whatever it looked, it seemed like the dying king of beasts, and it didn't take long to live.
However, compared to the dreary end of a dying beast that can only die in the mouth of other similar claws, although the old King Bran is old and old, he is still happier. Because today. Still no one dared to hand him a claw. It's also because he's standing next to the bed with a medicine bowl. It is his immediate son. His Royal Highness.
Old and supportive, children and grandchildren Cheng Xiaoxiao. Such a warm scene, who can say unhappy?
He waved his hand silently to disperse the servants around him. The eldest prince stood quietly beside the bed, silently watching the weak old king, that is, his father.
Hesitation, struggling, resentment, pleasure ... just like a porcelain bowl in his hand. The microwave in the medicine trembles, and it cannot be calm for a long time.
Half a sigh, took a breath, seemed to decide something, got closer to the call,
"Master Father, Master Father ... it's time to take medicine."
"It's you, cough ... all the affairs have been handled on behalf of me? Why do you have time to give me some medicine today?" In a soft call, the old king slowly opened his muddy eyes and looked at the big prince beside the bed. Somewhat surprised. Immediately with the support of the latter, a cushion was placed under him. Cough reclining on the head of the bed.
"Sometimes I haven't heard the teachings of my father, so I will come to see you after finishing the state affairs early today." The eldest prince lowered his head and leaned into the corner of the quilt while explaining.
"Well." The old king nodded comfortingly, raised his hand and patted the prince's arm, apparently very satisfied with his filial piety. Then he thought about it, and slowly opened his mouth and asked, "After some time has passed, what progress can be made in your brother's negotiations with the Gray Army ... Now the empire is in danger, only to calm the Gray Army, the Empire side I have the strength to spare my hand to resist the invasion of the Beihuang tribe. Ahem ... This point, you must keep in mind when dealing with state affairs. Do it well, cooperate with your brother, the throne of the empire, snoring ... the throne is yours ... "
Ha ha, my father, you said that a few years ago ... a few years later, you still say that ...
Lifting his head gently, the prince held up the medicine bowl, respectfully promised: "My father is at ease, and the children know it. Well, the medicine is almost cold. Drink it while the father is hot. Take care of your body."
"Well ... by the way, what is the health of the sword now? If there is any medicine on my side, he can use it on the other side, cough, no matter where."
"Master Sword God is recovering, just like his father."
"Ahem ... that's good, that's good ..."
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It is still the capital of Bland, or the castle of the royal court.
Outside the Royal Sanatorium, "Master, aren't you calling me out for a walk, or on a rainy day? Anything to say, but it doesn't matter." While walking side by side in the drizzle, Haita turned his head in confusion as he looked forward and stepped forward. It seems that some thoughtless Winsling, "Master can't be short of people, you can finish taking care of me soon ... ah? Brother?"
"Uh? Oh ..." At the next step, Winsling seemed to recover from the maggot, wipe the rain on his face, and inadvertently tilted his head to avoid Haita. He was surprised, "Yes, His Royal Highness is not here. North? I heard that his negotiations with the Gray Army were not going well, so he sent a letter back, hoping that Philip could go again. Rely on his personal relationship with the Gray Army to break the deadlock.
"Well then ... why, Philip wouldn't go?"
Winsling nodded: "It should be the last negotiation. The members of the council turned around without his consent, leaving him a little discouraged ... I tried to persuade it, but the effect was not good. Philip only said that he missed the opportunity, gray It is impossible for Yijun to talk about human feelings during formal negotiations, and he is not willing to run this trip in vain. "
After a pause, he stretched out his hand in front of the somewhat silent Haita, "So I think Brother, you can go and persuade me to try again, maybe he will agree ..."
"How can I do that?" Crossing the arch at the end of the road, Haita shook her head with a smile and frowned, "These members of parliament, when it ’s all about their safety ... oh, let's go! Let me, now! Go to him and give it a try. Brother, go back and take care of the master. "
"Okay, I'll send you. My carriage is just outside the castle gate, and the driver knows where Philip is now ..."
Wave your hand, "What's so good about this? I don't know your carriage, but you have to go back and take care of the master ..." After a pause, Haita turned her head in confusion and looked back at the empty square. Alas, weird, where are all the court guards here? "
"But ... maybe a temporary change of position." Winsling looked stagnant, and then looked around likewise, seeming to return at will.
"Really?" Despite his doubts, Haita didn't think much. Waiting for Bevensling. Pained under his feet. The look changed dramatically. Huo Ran looked up, "Who? Come out!"
When Li Li did not fall, a mysterious rune array appeared from above, and when he was under the hood, he was caught by both the tower and Winsling. Immediately, the rays of holy magic rose into the sky!
"Bright magic ?! Dare you--"
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Rumble--
In the palace, the old king had just put down the porcelain bowl, and locked his eyebrows. There was a loud blast outside the room, and a bang: "Outside ... thunder?"
It's not surprising that the sky is drizzling with drizzle and thunder. But the voice just fell, and there was a continuous explosion of loud noises, and this time it was faintly mixed with roar and roar and the thunderous sound of the building collapsed, obviously not like thunder.
The old king is old, but he is not stupid. In other words, even if there is a problem with dementia, it is at least sober.
Faltering again, "What's going on? Is anyone still daring to do something in the royal palace? Ahem ..."
The eldest prince did not answer. Or more accurately, he couldn't hear any sound at this time, including the thunder and the question of the old king ... fixedly looking at the empty porcelain bowl. The expression was like crying and laughing, complicated.
"Come, come ... Damn it! Where are these idiots ..."
Suddenly interrupted, "No need to shout, no one came." Taking a deep breath, the great prince lifted a slightly bowed figure, as if he had suddenly relieved any burden, and straight back did not see a slight bend. Looking down at the old king, his eyes were slightly compassionate, and he said quietly, "Master, now there is only me here, and you."
"So what are you still doing here? Not yet ..." After a word, the old king reclined and trembled and realized what he was looking up. He looked incredibly at the big prince who looked straight at him. Like looking at a stranger you never knew.
"you……"
Interrupted again, "Master Father wants to know the source of these abnormal sounds? Oh, this need not be checked, I can tell you now." The crown prince slightly raised his lips, "This should be the ambush to kill the sword Disciple, what's happening with Mr. Haita ... don't worry, after a while, these movements will disappear. "
"What are you talking about! Keke ... they dare ..." The old king was furious when he heard that.
"Of course they dare, and they will succeed easily. Because they have prepared for this for a long time, because there is an internal response, and because ..." The great prince raised his chin slightly, and looked proudly. "They got the next King of Bran Allow! "
"You want to rebel and rebel!" Hearing here, how could the old king not understand the meaning, even more angry.
This is the end, the prince seems to have completely relaxed, and flicked his fingers: "No, not thinking. It has already been done, and is about to succeed. Hehe ... Don't be excited, Master Father. Because excitement will make your blood in your body The quicker the fluidity, the more things that are just mixed in the medicinal solution will spread throughout your body ... "
The words didn't fall, "噗-" The old king with a flushed face, stood up stupidly, squirting black blood in his mouth, his face quickly faded.
Seeing this, the old prince froze and wiped a little blood splashing on the sleeves, a little helpless: "Everyone said don't be excited, my father."
"Kee ... Nizi, Nizi ... You must not die ..." With this strength, the old king reached out and grabbed the eldest son by the arm, his face twisted, and he could not stop breathing and yelling.
Under the influence of Jiu Jiu, the great prince could not help but retreat in fright, but caught his arm and rushed back to the old king, struggling in a panic: "Let ’s go ... I'm a son, I'm not being forced by you!" Where did the old king's strength come from? But the big prince with a huge body could hardly open his palm like a dead branch.
"I'm the great prince! I'm the first heir to the empire! I should have been on the throne long ago, but you, the old one, have kept blocking procrastination-let go, let me go-you just don't let go! Look, you are To occupy the throne and not let it go, watching me and the hypocritical guy called my brother keep secretly fighting, just like watching two wild dogs grabbing bones-OK! Don't you want us to compete? Come out, the hypocrite will not come back from the north. Tell you, at this time, he has been ashes under the attack of the temple! Haha— "
The harsh and loud laughter kept echoing in the hall, even suppressing the roar of the distant sound, "You don't need your old immortal choice, and you don't have to with the hypocritical guy ... you are dead, he is dead I am naturally the next King of the Bran Empire! Why do you let me go— "
Seeing the old king who had vomited blood but could not speak, but still clutched the old king with his right arm in his palm, his eyes were furious like a tiger. The prince was panicked and scared, subconsciously stretched out his left hand and scratched it, grabbed the porcelain bowl on the bed, and thought about it, suddenly raised his hand and hit the old king's white head,
"Let me go, let go, let go !!!"
Bang Bang—Wow—Blood and blood splashed and shattered tiles!
After a short while, everything returned to silence, and only a few big breaths continued to echo in the empty hall ...
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Similar to silence.
In Wangting Castle Square, drizzle drizzled down, falling on the ruins of the ruins, falling on many temple knights and magicians, and also on the still sea tower surrounded by the crowd.
Tick, tick ...
Looking down, he looked at the familiar spear that passed through his heart, blood and water mixed with rain slowly dripping along the arc of the gun tip. A moment. Haita looked stunned, remembering the weird situation where there was no guard at the grand square before, remembering the apparent unwillingness of the people behind him, remembering that he had found an excuse to take himself out of the nursing home and leave the master ...
Bang, kneeling on one knee.
The forehead covered the face of the sea tower, and he could only hear a soft inquiry, as usual, a mild tone: "Why?"
"I'm sorry ..." Haita didn't turn her head, so naturally she couldn't see the panic expression behind Winsling, unconsciously released the gun in her hand, and waved back, "I don't want it, brother, I really don't want it ... You must forgive me, you must forgive me ... "
Blood and water flowed even more urgently, and instantly dyed a large bluestone floor under the Red Sea Tower. He gasped a few times, and Haita screamed, "I ask you ... grunt ... why! Why! What!"
"Why, why ... because I have no choice, I really have no choice! Brother and you are too close to the second prince ... the great prince found my family ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the temple also found my family ... The master is like this now, what do you want me to do, brother? Tell me what to do ... "
Holding her head, Winsling, who looked like a madman, couldn't help backing. On the one side, the Knight of the Temple frowned, intending to wield a sword to kill the dying tower, ending the siege. But before we get closer, the look is a look,
"That's it ... Heheke ..." He shook his head and laughed, coughed, and Haita, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly gasped a few times, raised his hand to grab the tip of the gun, and slowly pulled it out of the body, inch by inch, with Splashing blood, "Winsling ... Winsling ..."
"what?"
"You really ... can't help the wall ..."
With a slight regretful voice and waving a gun, the pure blue Doomang violently broke out around his broken body, like an embankment, and instantly swept the audience.
"Not good-back, back-"
Boom ... Boom ... Boom ...
………… (To be continued!