The Righteous Player(s)

It is completely different from the completely irrepressible and tingling back when looking at the two false gods.

When Annan looked at Sir Silver, he didn't feel any fear, panic, or reverence.

Even if he looked directly at the gods, Annan's thinking was not at all abnormal at all. There is no warning at all even intuition.

If it weren't for Sir Silver to walk out of the beam of light, Annan would definitely think that this was just an ordinary young man next door. Silver Sir's appearance is only clean and beautiful, without the almost inhuman and unnatural beauty of the rotten man.

Silver Sir does not even have the sense of incongruity with the world that transcendents have—the kind of abnormal feeling that is always incompatible with the world that you can always notice at a glance. In the center of the crowd, even if you don't look at him, you will be vaguely aware of the momentum.

This sense of abnormality is clearest in false gods.

Annan could feel a chill in his back when he was one block away from the skeleton father; before the rotten man appeared, he would feel a strong panic.

The player and Salvatore could not even look directly at the two false gods...

But they could look at Sir Silver very naturally, as if there was no such pressure at all.

Seeing Sir Silver appear on stage, the two false gods simultaneously bowed their heads to the cheerful youth wearing monocles:

"I wish you good health, Silver Lord."

"Salute you, Lord Silver!"

The rotten man gave a solid salute to Sir Silver.

Then he raised his head and asked respectfully: "I don't know why you are here..."

"When I saw that the new **** was born, it was natural to come."

Sir Silver smiled, his voice was loud and clear, and he naturally gave a good impression: "It's you two, why are you fighting in my kingdom?"

His voice is like a lecturer, like a parent, like a king.

Not impassioned, but very clear, not timid, and not harsh.

"We are not fighting, Lord Silver."

On the contrary, the rotten man who took the initiative to attack was the first to explain: "I just responded to the call of my believers... I came here as a mirror image."

"My deal with my old grandmother made me follow the young dragon to this place."

The Bone Prince simply replied: "He asked me to protect the descendants of Frostwhisper... You are the witness of all transactions. I know that this is true."

"Ok, I know."

Sir Silver nodded: "I heard it the other day."

Immediately he looked at the rotten man and said very simply: "Go, rotten man.

"I have already made a covenant for this country. The land of trade prohibits the gods from fighting for their own desires."

With the voice of Silver Jazz falling.

The two false gods suddenly seemed to be hit hard by something invisible, shaking their bodies and stepping back a few steps, their aura was suppressed to the extent that they could not affect the players.

"I have no intention of starting a fight, Silver Lord. I also apologize to the corrupt man for calling his name directly."

Duke Skeleton did not have any nostalgia, and saluted the Silver Lord respectfully: "Since you have come, I shall retreat."

After all, his body swayed and shattered gradually. It turned into countless bones and dissipated in the earth, like snowflakes falling on the ground.

However, the body of the corrupt husband did not know when it was already full of cracks, but it still maintained a complete form. It's like bulletproof glass that has been hit hard.

His face was a little fuzzy, the fragrance on his body was erased, and the soft whispering voice also brought some noises like electric microphones: "Sir Yinjue, I..."

"Rotten man, I still suggest you leave here immediately."

Sir Silver's voice was clear and loud, and he interrupted the rotten man's words neatly: "The book of the crown block will not be given to you. You can find another way."

Hearing this, Annan was slightly surprised.

But the corrupt man was silent.

Sir Silver glanced at him and said calmly: "I don't care about Henry's problem. It's not that I support you to become a god. It's because you only asked your followers to induce him-I always don't care about mortal affairs.

"If you have the ability, let your followers fool Henry into completing the ceremony. I will never stop it. I have always been willing to bet and lose. There will naturally be gains and losses in buying and selling... As long as you do not move, I will not move. very fair'.

"You want Annan's Book of Crane, you can. Let your followers come and get it, you can't take it. If you move him, I will move you-and no matter if you break my rules... Annan is my silver knight.

"Do you want to kill the silver knight that I personally blessed in front of my face, eh?"

Sir Silver snorted softly.

He still looked lifeless, just smiling and making money.

But the rotten man just lowered his head, not daring to look at Annan again.

"I kindly remind you again, bad husband. It's because you are willing to give my little boss some face and keep my rules on my site... This sentence is a gift, no charge."

Sir Silver glanced at the rotten man and said casually: "The situation at the Winter's house is different from our'king'. This is only the spokesperson chosen by us, but over there is the blood heir of the old grandmother.

"The old grandmother attaches great importance to blood kinship, after all, dragon blood in this era is already thin. And you dare to murder her digital blood heirs while she is sleeping... If I were you, I would never step into the snow knot. Half a step in the land of ice.

"Don't bother Mianlong, my friend. Your body may be too late to run now. Either go to the south and ask Yaweng whether to take you in or not, or go underground and go back to your hometown.

"Don't go again... When this year's snow really falls, you won't be able to run."

Sir Silver said with a smile.

Seeing Sir Silver standing in front of Annan, the rotten man was silent.

Listening to the cry of the baby in the sky, it became louder and louder, and it sounded more and more.

The rotten man thought for a long time, and finally spoke softly and whispered: "Silver Sir, I never intend to provoke a civil war between the gods. But Michelangelo has not yet fully sublimated, and he is still a mortal...

"You are not involved in mortal fights, but there are no rules forbidding other gods to punish mortals? Besides, you don't know this new **** at all, and he has never got your mark.

"If there is a reason...Michelangelo killed my believers more than 20 years ago. I think this should not violate your taboo?"

The rotten man bowed his head respectfully and said: "I won't end myself either. Michelangelo has an immortal soul of gold, and now he has half his feet in eternity. And I only send an unsullied person of the silver rank to revenge... …This should be considered'fair', right?"

The smile on Silver Lord's face gradually closed: "It's true that I don't violate my taboo. It's indeed fair."

His voice became a little colder, but it was still very clear: "Did you think about it?"

"Think about it, my lord."

The rotten man smiled and bowed to Yin Jue: "Even if you deport all my believers in your territory tomorrow-or even hang them directly, I won't say much."

"Is this a transaction you initiated to me?"

Silver Sir asked with confirmation.

The rotten man replied affirmatively: "Yes."

Sir Silver nodded slowly.

He took a deep look at the corrupt man and confirmed again: "You use the lives of 17,648 people in the Noah Kingdom on December 14, 1503, to initiate a transaction with me. , In exchange for me to stop interfering with you on December 14, 1503, at the North Sea Territory of the Kingdom of Noah at Roseburg, the newly reincarnated'Michelangelo Buonaro', that is, the just-born'Michel Nou Tdam's revenge-are you sure?"

"confirm."

The rotten man replied without hesitation: "It is you and the skeletal father, neither can interfere with me."

"Then I agree."

Sir Silver said slowly, looking at the rotten man with a colder gaze: "But before the contract is fulfilled, I also want to declare to you-although I will not interfere in this matter, if Michelangelo becomes a god, you I can't attack him anymore."

"As long as you don't find other gods to stop me."

The rotten husband replied with a smile.

"Wait a minute, Sir Silver. I have another question about this contract."

At this moment, Annan suddenly spoke.

He watched by the side for a long time, and had a little understanding of Sir Silver's character.

Sir Silver looked down at Annan, with a cheerful smile on his face again.

The rotten man obviously offended him. He was also happy to postpone the rotting man's time—hope Michelangelo could do it sooner.

He squeezed Annan's cheek, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked softly, "What's the problem with you, my little knight?"

"If I use this sage stone..."

Annan asked without hesitation: "Can you stop the projection of the rotten man in a short time?"

Although I don’t know why the rotten man wanted to interrupt Michelangelo’s ceremony so much...

But there is a saying that the more the enemy wants, the less he can't give him.

The rotten man’s ritual is stuck, and he must ask for the book of the crane—he obviously wants Annan’s life.

It is even possible that Annan was murdered by him before and forced to throw into the sea.

If the rotten man gets what he wants, I don't know what benefits he can get.

So Annan naturally couldn't make him comfortable.

And if Annan succeeded in stopping the rotten man this time... As Silver Sir said before, all the followers of the rotten man must also be traded to Silver Sir.

Because as Silver Sir said before, he only mentioned the item "Silver Sir and Bones do not block" in the transaction contract.

Annan found that Sir Silver looked at the rotten man, and he didn't seem to be very happy.

So there was a bold idea.

This is not the rotten man, but a mirror image of him.

I have the book of the crown block... so after taking the sage's stone, I will enter the truth level instead of the golden level.

——So, can I delay the rotting man for another three minutes?

You don't even need to stop him for three minutes... Just asking the question itself and waiting for Silver Lord's answer can delay the rotten husband some time.

And if Michelangelo needs far more than three minutes, Silver Lord may also stop Annan.

But in any case ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there are not many opportunities to have a true **** next to him and fight directly against the gods.

My parents are right there—even your boss who is upset.

Are you hitting me? Are you hitting me hard?

Hearing this, Sir Silver was taken aback, and looked at Annan again with some surprise.

Immediately, Sir Silver patted Annan on the shoulder with a smile, and his eyes became more kind when he looked at Annan: "You have not seen you in a few years, you have become a lot brave, Annan. The old grandmother will be proud of you... If you can succeed, mirror The **** of the clock will also owe you a favor. I have my guarantee for this matter, and he can't rely on it.

"Go and give it a try-if you are lucky, you do have some chance of winning.

"Rotten man, you have to agree."

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