Chapter 1180 A cup of poison
The things in this area are delicious, delicious, delicious!
Eggs have the taste of eggs, pork is the taste of pork, and greens are also the taste of greens!
Perhaps when Zhutou is forty years old, he should find a small village with a good environment to live in a small yard, with a broadband line, everything is OK!
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In the early hours of the morning, thirty miles west of the city of Berrely, in a Gaul royal hunting palace, Holy Light I and Wright Dawn were sitting opposite each other.
The two were silent at each other, and occasionally Wright Chenxi would turn his head to look at the spot in the shark man oil lamp with a blue light. The lights were swaying slowly, and the unique fragrance of shark oil filled this small reception room.
After all, it is a temporary residence for hunting, not the Victory Palace in Berrely. The decoration of this reception room is simple, but it is very homely. And dozens of specimens of beast heads fixed with huge rivets on the wall decorated this small reception room with a sturdy and brutal taste.
“Should it be notified?” Wright Chenxi glanced at Shengguang I suddenly.
“It should be notified!” Shengguang I nodded.
Wright Chenxi stood up, walked in through a small door in the corner of the reception room, and then closed the door silently. In the secret room behind the small door, thirty-six Saint-Master-level red-clothed archbishops of the Temple of Dawn at the Dawn joined hands to inspire the large-scale enchantment of Dawn’s Grace, completely concealing the aura of the secret room.
Except for the 36 red archbishops of the Temple of Dawn, there are only Wright Dawn and the other 26 elders of various temples in various robes in this secret room. The most eye-catching among them are the three vicissitudes of old people wearing light gold robes that are moist and translucent like crystals, and shimmer like water waves when walking.
The three old people are too old to lose their shape. Their gray skin is tightly wrapped around their skeletons. Their white faces and arms show thumb-sized green brown spots. Every time they breathe It seemed as if the zombies were moaning in the coffin, with a chilling air of killing.
When the clergy present, including Wright Chenxi, looked at the three golden-robed old men, their expressions were full of respect, a million of fanaticism, and a million of fear. It was a kind of fear from the bone marrow, even the fear that made them afraid to breathe out loud.
The three old men quietly held a golden scepter tall, sitting on a round stool like a statue, looking blankly at the small door where Wright Chenxi entered. Their eyes were muddy, as if they had no focus, their auras existed between life and death, and no one dared to approach them within three steps.
After quietly waiting for a quarter of an hour, Mr. Mo’s carriage entered the gate of the hunting palace. Accompanied by the two disciples, Mr. Mo, with a relaxed and happy smile, strode to the reception where the Holy Light I was. indoor.
Holy Light I stood up, he nodded slightly to Mr. Mo, “Mr. Mo!”
Mr. Mo bowed to Shengguang I and said with a smile, “Your Majesty!”
Shengguang I squinted his eyes, waved his hand, and said solemnly: “Take tea… A few days ago, on my birthday, Duke Lusen sent tribute tea from that huge empire in the east. Mr. Mo can carefully taste it. .”
After a slight pause, Shengguang I said softly: “It can be seen that Mr. is in good spirits.”
Mr. Mo smiled, and he relaxed sitting on a sofa next to Shengguang I’s hand: “Some things I have worked hard for for many years are finally done, so I feel very good, and I feel relaxed! I don’t know. Your Majesty has summoned me so urgently, what’s the matter?”
Shengguang I sat back to his original position, he put the scepter in his hand aside, and then held his hands together and gently placed it on his knees. He looked at Mr. Mo and said calmly: “There are some very important things to ask for advice. The resistance forces in the south are getting stronger and stronger. They have raised questions about my identity. They said I am not from the Gaul family. Bloodline.”
With a light sigh, Shengguang I said word by word: “This matter must be resolved as soon as possible!”
Mr. Mo frowned, then he smiled and nodded, and then he took a cup of tea with a green color and a faint fragrance from the maid. He took a sip of the steaming fragrant tea, then his eyes lit up, and he swallowed the tea clean in two or three sips.
He vomited a sip of tea scent, and Mr. Mo nodded and sighed: “The tribute tea of the Blood Qin Empire? It’s really strange, why the tea they produce is always many times higher in quality than the most high-end tea in the Western mainland? Is it because of water, soil and climate issues?”
Shengguang I smiled, he took the maid’s tea cup, but placed it on the little boy beside him. He looked at Mr. Mo and asked word by word: “What is Mr. Mo’s opinion about the Southern Resistance Army?”
When asked this question, Shengguang I stretched out ten fingers, slowly bending them down one by one.
Mr. Mo looked at the weird movements of Emperor Shengguang I incomprehensibly. Is this counting? Shengguang I had never acted like this in front of Mr. Mo before, which made Mr. Mo very puzzled. But Mr. Mo didn’t take this matter to heart. He smiled and raised his head, quietly thinking about how to resolve the rumors released by the Southern Resistance Army.
All his recent thoughts have been put on Etreis and the Black Tiger family, the situation in the Gaul Empire, he has overlooked a little. Holy Light I summoned himself into the hunting palace in the early hours of the morning and asked about this. I could see that Holy Light I was a little anxious. Mr. Mo shook his head gently. This is his own omission, and he cannot do it again in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Mr. Mo looked at Shengguang I and smiled: “Actually, the rumor released by the Southern Resistance Army wants to be resolved. It is actually very simple…”
When this sentence was said, the ten fingers of Shengguang I happened to be all bent. He clenched his fist and looked up at Mr. Mo: “Let’s give up the Southern Resistance. Let’s talk about something else. Mr. Mo, I have always had a deep respect for you, and I have always been very grateful to you. Because you betrayed my father, you allowed me to ascend to the throne.”
With a light sigh, Shengguang I said in a deep voice: “So, I hope you don’t ruin my good feelings for you, because this will make it difficult for me to decide whether you should completely purify your body and soul.”
Mr. Mo’s body suddenly tightened. He looked at Shengguang I firmly, and shouted in a low voice, “Why?”
Two nosebleeds dripped from Mr. Mo’s nostrils. The blood that should have been thick was as thin as clear water, and even the color became water red. Mr. Mo only felt that the abundant power in his body was constantly passing by. He hurriedly took out a few simple black porcelain jars and poured the medicine inside into his mouth.
Holy Light I looked at the black porcelain medicine jars with distinctive characteristics, and nodded gently: “Heirs of the Enlightenment of the Gods, the content of the letter is obviously true. Then, Mr. Mo, Ise Da is your disciple, right? With your knowledge in Berrily, you should know what I want to ask, where does the ore of purple keel bismuth come from?”
Holding the scepter with his backhand, Holy Light I slowly stood up. He looked at Mr. Mo, who was trembling slightly, with majesty, and muttered in a low voice, “Say the news we want to get, you can continue to live,” Continue to use your wise mind to work for me. If you reject my kindness, then what is waiting for you will be the soul magic of the soul temple.”
“Damn thing!” Mr. Mo stood up angrily and shouted, “What kind of poison do you use in the tea? Why, why can’t my potion, can’t neutralize its poison? You **** thing, you …”
The small door in the corner of the room opened quietly, and Wright Chenxi walked out slowly. He looked at Mr. Mo with an unpredictable smile on his mouth: “At the end of the Primordial Gods War, the God of the Seas led his thirty-two sub-gods to make the Primordial Era a powerful and impossible mermaid empire that controlled all oceans. Annihilated in one fell swoop. In that battle, the **** of the sea and his vice-god all fell into eternal sleep, but the mermaid empire was destroyed after all.”
“The Mermaid Empire has a well-known medicine for falling gods called “Lover’s Tears”. If you take Lover’s Tears alone, this is only a very effective aphrodisiac. But if you take Lover’s Tears, you can smell the burning of shark oil. The breath of time exudes, then lover’s tears evolve into lover’s curse.”
Wright Chenxi pointed to the lamps on the surrounding walls: “To greet you today, the disciples of the Revered Gods, all the lamps here use shark oil. And you still have the strength to stand up, which is even more proof Given your identity, apart from the inheritor of the Enlightenment of the Gods, who can resist this kind of poison that is paralyzed even by the gods?”
“Ha, ha!” Mr. Mo smiled for a long time with unknown meaning: “Why! Why?”
While asking this question, Mr. Mo continued to pull out the potion bottles made of black and white porcelain of various colors, and constantly swallowed the potions with various strange flavors into his mouth. And Wright Chenxi clapped his hands gently: “For the purple-patterned dragon bone bismuth… It seems that you have not given up? Then, the Holy Mountain God Prison welcomes you to settle in! Three Yuanzong, please do you.”
Continuous golden light leaked from the wall of the secret room, and the wall of the secret room suddenly vanished.
Three old men wearing golden robes, like dead bones in a mound, walked out slowly. They didn’t even start, but a golden light flashed in their eyes, and a golden flame hit Mr. Mo’s chest out of thin air, hitting his ribs. It broke suddenly and flew him out with one blow.
Mr. Mo let out a low cry of pain. He slammed through the seventeenth floor of the hunting palace and flew out against the ground. He smashed the trunks of one hundred and seventy-nine ancient trees all the way, and finally sank deeply into the mountain. Place.
The bones all over his body were groaning, and Mr. Mo screamed like a ghost.
“At the end of the Primordial Era, the 208 Yuanzong who founded the church! Are you still alive?”
Wright Chenxi laughed softly: “The greatness of life, where can ants like you privately speculate?” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations. , Monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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