Calamity Crown

Huanghua City?

Autumn City?

When Goethe heard such a name, he subconsciously thought of 'the day lily is cold' and 'the grasshopper after autumn can't jump for two days'.

What the hell name?

It's no surprise that the name didn't happen.

The female swordsman at the side was thoughtful.

When Goethe's eyes swept over, the female swordsman said directly.

"Yellow Flower City is the place where Master 'Wu Sheng' shattered the void. It was not called Huang Hua City at first, but because yellow flowers fell from the sky the moment Master 'Wu Sheng' shattered the void, so it was renamed Huang Hua City."

"Qiuhou City, according to records, is the place where the last descendant of Master 'Wu Sheng' died. When this descendant died, it was originally summer, but it suddenly became chilly in autumn, so it was renamed Qiuhou City."

"As for Luteng City..."

"Master 'Martial Sage' was born here, and he also rose here, creating the first 'secret martial arts' of the 'Forty One'."

'Mad King'?

What did he and that descendant leave in these three places?

still……

Goethe guessed.

Although the other party's purpose is still very unclear, but he already has a general direction, and it is no longer a blind eye.

As for the memory in his head?

That memory is too simple, so simple that there is no such detailed information at all—there is no such information in the previous search information. Obviously, these information are relatively secret. .

"Is it about Lord Martial Saint?"

Talking to himself, Zot picked up his phone and looked at the female swordsman.

The latter nodded without any resistance.

Zot immediately walked to the corner and made another call.

This time the call was shorter than before.

When Zote returned, the sub-chairman of the Lvteng City Acting Safety Committee had a relaxed expression on his face.

"The headquarters sent special personnel, and most of the hidden dangers have been eliminated."

"The 10th Unlimited Fighting Tournament continues as usual!"

"Now……"

"We draw lots!"

Zot said and looked at the other players in the lounge.

"I abstain!"

An abrupt voice sounded.

Yes, Guan Li.

The young man with a big knife stared at Goethe, and said seriously: "I am not your opponent now, even if I enter the city-level competition, or the state-level competition, I will always be suppressed by you."

"I cannot accept this outcome."

"So, I will sharpen my own knife, my own heart."

"When I appear again..."

"I will challenge you!"

After speaking, the young man got on his horse and rode away.

Tread Tread!

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and disappeared from everyone's sight after a while.

"this……"

Hosting an event like this for the first time, Zotter was a little overwhelmed.

Then, before the interim president came back to his senses.

The six black soldiers of the Qin family also said together.

"We also abstain!"

Then, the boxer in the iron cloth shirt of Longxing Martial Arts also spoke.

"I also abstain."

The boxer sighed, with a look of resignation.

The remaining two martial arts staff patted their shoulders to comfort their companions.

"Here, there are only 5 people left!"

Zot looked at the eldest lady of the Qin family, deliberately elongated his tone, and after confirming that the other party would not abstain, he immediately announced——

"5 people draw lots, and one has a bye."

"The remaining 4 people will fight in pairs."

"The winner enters the top three in Luteng City, and then the top three will continue to draw lots to determine the order of ranking."

None of the players present had any objections.

Zot hurriedly directed the staff to take out the box for the lottery.

"Let's go in order, Goethe first."

As the first player to sign in, he naturally has some privileges.

Goethe didn't refuse either, he stepped forward and took out a ping-pong ball with empty written on it.

Suddenly, everyone was surprised.

Goethe is in the bye!

But immediately, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

By this time, no one wanted to meet Goethe.

The previous flames and thunder, as well as Huang Centen's words before his death, made the people present extremely shy away from Goethe.

'Absolute Domain' can still compete.

'Ultimate power'?

Forget it, that's a whole different level.

"Goethe's bye!"

Zot announced loudly, and then carried the box in front of the two martial arts members.

Two people draw 1 each, and each draws 2.

When they didn't match up, the two breathed a sigh of relief.

Next came Li Yuan and Qin Huan'er.

Li Yuan got 2 in the draw, facing the girl with a sword in the martial arts gym.

Qin Huan'er drew 1, and went to the Martial Arts Hall to make the master.

"Why is your luck so good, Goethe?"

"It turned out to be a bye directly and won the top three places."

Qin Huan'er pouted.

"I've never had bad luck."

Goethe would never tell the girl that he subconsciously took out the ping-pong ball because of its fever.

"Well, you are really lucky to get Grandpa Xie to agree to marry the two sisters Xie Wan and Xie Ling to you at the same time, but I will not give up so easily as I am entrusted by others. With all my strength..."

"Want to have supper?"

Goethe suddenly interrupted Qin Huan'er's words.

"Don't think that a supper can make me show mercy, I..."

"I know a restaurant that has good night porridge and pastries."

Goethe smiled.

Qin Huan'er hesitated.

The girl gritted her teeth, pretending to be glaring at Goethe, but her saliva was drooling.

In the end, the girl chose to satisfy her stomach first.

As for commitment?

Of course it has to be recognized.

Big deal, big deal, she'll use 80%... no, no, just use 50% of her strength.

After Qin Huan'er made up her mind, she immediately felt relieved and began to gnaw on the ribs.

Li Yuan on the side picked up a bowl of porridge.

Zot was confirming again—he was confirming whether the meal could be reimbursed!

When you get an affirmative answer, immediately shout to the boss.

"Give me six cages of shrimp dumplings, four servings of pork ribs, chicken feet, siu mai, barbecued pork, roasted squab, and another serving of baked lobster in soup, steamed Dong Xingban, fried clams with scallion oil, scrambled eggs with crab roe, um ...there are six-headed abalones, and the boss steamed them for me!"

Zot stood at the table and shouted loudly.

With a look of high spirits, he scolded Fang Qiu.

Qin Huan'er's saliva dripped onto the plate.

Is Wu Chengli okay?

How about 30%?

Miss Qin thought so.

The six black soldiers of the Qin family sitting next to him stared at Zuo Te with murderous eyes.

With a smile on his face, Zot quietly moved behind Goethe and sat down slowly.

Immediately, Goethe blocked Zot.

The interim president of Lvteng City heaved a sigh of relief, and wept at Qin Huan'er.

"Miss Qin, why don't you just eat the porridge after you bear it, or I'm afraid I'll be beaten."

Qin Huan'er frowned and looked at his subordinates.

Immediately, the six black armor soldiers kept their eyes on their noses, their noses and their hearts, and sat quietly.

"Don't worry, it's okay, I assure you."

Qin Huan'er almost swears.

"That's good—boss, is there a roast suckling pig? Come, give me one!"

Zot smiled, turned his head and shouted loudly.

Immediately, Qin Huan'er beamed with joy.

The pleasure of supper is not enough for outsiders.

It is like the breeze in the sunset, the first ray of sunshine in the morning, and the iced soda when the sun is shining at noon. It is comfortable, cozy and always has a sense of freedom.

Goethe is like that.

He sat there and looked at Zuo Te, he knew that Zuo Te was building a good relationship with Qin Huan'er.

But this way, he doesn't hate it.

Similarly, it does not prevent him and Qin Huan'er from grabbing food.

"Ah! My lobster!"

"Ah! My abalone!"

"Ah! My roast suckling pig!"

The inexperienced Qin Huan'er immediately fell into a disadvantage and screamed in anger, but at this moment, Goethe accelerated his speed, and Qin Huan'er immediately stopped and began to concentrate on eating.

Li Yuan, who ate two bowls of porridge, put down her chopsticks. The female swordsman looked at Goethe and Qin Huan'er who were vying for it with admiration—she envied Goethe for being so casual, and she also thought a little bit about it, but But I can't let go.

Zot on the side was sweating on his forehead.

Because, he just remembered——

Even if it is reimbursed, he has to pay for the meal before he can be reimbursed!

But he...

no money!

That embarrassing yet impolite smile, mixed with embarrassment, appeared on the face of the interim president of Luteng City.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Goethe picked up a pig leg, got up and left.

The female swordsman stood up instinctively and walked out together.

In a breath, the two disappeared into the night.

Zuote looked at Qin Huan'er, who was still eating and drinking, and then at the six black armored soldiers of the Qin family. After making a silent calculation, he got up and walked to the counter, and said in a low voice, "Boss, can you mortgage your mobile phone?" ? If the mobile phone doesn’t work, can you see if the car at the door can work? New energy!”

...

"Zot has no money?"

The female swordsman who was walking side by side with Goethe on the street was taken aback for a moment.

"Probably not."

"The last time he smiled like this, I paid for it."

Goethe said.

"Then him?"

"Don't worry, he has a mobile phone, a car, and... a wife."

Facing the puzzled female swordsman, Goethe said.

"Um?"

The female swordsman became more and more puzzled.

"Zoter is a pretty good guy. He saves his family and thinks of others. He diligently does some things that others are unwilling to do, just to make his wife and children live better."

"Surely his wife must have been a good person."

"That's the only way that Zote will treat him like this."

"And men?"

"A stubborn creature, even if it suffers outside, will return home with a smile on its face, especially for Zot who loves his wife so much, he must have exaggerated his treatment outside, making his wife think that he is too good Very good."

"So, I want his wife to see the 'real him,' Zouter who deserves a promotion and a raise, and deserves more pocket money."

Goethe explained.

"So that's how it is."

"Goethe, your heart is very gentle."

The female swordsman looked at Goethe with splendor in her eyes.

Goethe shook his head and said very honestly.

"He still owes me two meals. With his current pocket money, he can't afford me at all, so I have to give him more pocket money."

Female Swordsman: ...

After being stunned for a full three seconds, an expression of not knowing whether to cry or laugh appeared on the cold face of the female swordsman.

"Can't you deny it?"

"If you tell the truth like this, the goodwill that aroused in my heart will disappear all of a sudden."

The female swordsman sighed.

"Then you hate me?"

Goethe asked back.

"it's OK."

The female knife thought for a while, and answered seriously.

"That's it, I don't make you hate me who is honest, and I may gain your favor when I lie, but it makes me feel disgusted by myself, because..."

Goethe pursed his lips, and a touch of melancholy appeared on his handsome face.

"Because of what?"

The female swordsman asked.

"Because it violates my faith!"

"Treating people with sincerity is like my sword and your knife—they won't lie, but when their masters lie, they will lose their sharpness."

Goethe said seriously.

"Faith? Sincerity?"

The female swordsman's eyes lit up, but she recovered immediately.

"You know how to use a sword?"

"Well, it's amazing."

"Then why don't you have a sword?"

The female swordsman looked puzzled.

"My sword, sincerity, is faith!"

"Of course you can't let people see it!"

"It's not in my hands, but it's in my heart—heart, how can it be easily shown to others?"

Goethe smiled at the female swordsman, and then walked forward. The night wind gently blew the skirt of the coat, and the female swordsman looked at the back bathed in the bright moonlight, and couldn't help murmuring softly.

"Without a sword in your hand, but with a sword in your heart?"

Goethe didn't answer, and continued to walk forward, walking neither fast nor slow, leaving a little leeway, appearing neither fast nor slow.

When Goethe took the seventh step, the female swordsman suddenly raised her head and said——

"Goethe, I want to see your sword."