Chapter 205 News from the Imperial Guard

Although the saury cannot satisfy the two bloody baby sons, there is no problem with the big skewers of barbecue. Although the temple meal was not full, fortunately, they owned countless delicacies. After Liu Zhenhan's father's long-term coaxing, the second and third young masters finally agreed to go to eat grilled fish temporarily, on the condition that the father would tell a hundred stories at night. According to the second and third young masters, in Caiyu City, Tang Beierjinna's mother would tell many stories every night.

Liu Zhenhan really hated Tang Beierjinna. Apart from a bunch of yellow jokes in his belly, he could find any stories, but he had to agree first before telling it.

Crushing into the crowd of people on the inside and outside, Liu Zhenhan was overjoyed to find that this porcupine skin always allowed him to take advantage of it. When he saw a man covered in spikes, he wanted to come in. The first reaction of the diners who were originally surrounded by Feilengcui Trading Group was to dodge the gap first, so as not to be stabbed and not know where to go to find a witch doctor.

Four grilled trout! Don't stuff herbs, I want to add chili peppers! Hey... Liu Zhenhan stood in front of the grill, waved the charcoal smoke with his hands, and talked a lot, but found that there were only a few Medusa and the butterfly maids in the barbecue stall, sweating profusely. Even if he knew that the boss was talking, the maids were so busy that they were not touching the ground at this time, and no one had time to pay attention to him. The main force in cooking food, the Hobbit halfling chef, was not there.

Lao Liu looked at it again and found that two Hobbit halflings were lying on the slanted chair not far away. One of them was holding a plate in his hand, filled with yellow roasted pheasant necks. On the table next to him, each person had a glass of rum, and a row of cool water droplets hung on the cup. It was obviously a place to be used to curse the ice beads.

The two half-length chefs were eating and were chatting, chatting in a while, their fat big feet were squinting, and they were shaking comfortably twice with a bunch of black hair exposed on the bottom of their feet.

What are you two? Liu Zhenhan stared at the chicken's neck and swallowed a mouthful of greedy saliva, and scolded the two chefs: Haven't you seen the business come to your door? Are you two actually having fun?

We have to have the sixth dinner!

Seeing the boss say this, the two Hobbit halflings slowly stood up from the recliner and said a little aggrievedly

However, after seeing the boss's gaze, their first reaction was to cover their plate and hide all the chicken necks in their arms.

Many races in the Aegean continent feel incredible about the Hobbit halflings who have to eat six meals a day, but they don’t know that the Hobbit halflings also feel incredible about other races that only eat three meals a day.

What is more important for the Hobbit halfling than enjoying six times a day?

By the way, boss, someone came to find you just now, damn! The guards in the palace are wearing golden uniforms, so handsome!

The halfling chef squeezed his eyes at the boss: Seeing their arrogant look, I almost beat them on the spot! But I was pulled by Fat Luo

Oh? Palace Guards? Do you want to beat them? Haha... Fuck you just blow... You guys continue to eat and roast four trout for me, you want the biggest and fattest ones

Liu Zhenhan raised his eyebrows: However, the fish roe inside is not allowed to be eaten by Guoguo and the second and third young masters! Children will be stupid in their lives when they eat fish roe. Leave all the fish roe for me to eat, give them one, and I will peel your skin to mock the drum when I come back!

Feudal superstition The two half-lings muttered in a low voice, and took over the three princes who were thrown by the lord.

Bimon around finally recognized who the porcupine Pig was and pointed at Liu Zhenhan for a while.

Liu Zhenhan greeted these behemoths politely, maintained a perfect demeanor, swung his big sleeves through the square, and walked towards the bar.

The porcupine shaman robe was very hot, and Liu Zhenhan was smoking all over his body. He wanted to turn around and ask the half-ling chef to take an ice bead to drive away his heat. He felt that it was not very suitable for the style of a divine song shaman when he turned back. Under the influence of vanity, Liu Zhenhan had to wipe the sweat from his forehead and continue walking forward.

Along the way, many of the militias of Fei Lengcui were wandering around patrolling, and a few of them were happily catching up with the Templars of the Shabak Temple.

Seeing that the lord was back, the militia pointed their thumbs towards the direction of the bar and inn, and their eyes were full of confusion.

Liu Zhenhan secretly thought in his heart what the guards in the palace would do at this time, provoking trouble and apologizing?

It seems unlikely

When he fought with the prince, Helen and Mole were in the palace, but Liu Zhenhan was not too worried about them. With Mole and Gabriel butterfly, the Kingdom of Bemon could hurt them and not have been born yet. If they really wanted to get out, the dragon could not stop Mole's instant magic ability.

Old Liu was thinking about it. From a distance, he saw Bellamy and Nedved standing at the bar door and making fun of each other. Bellamy hugged a pile of inferior earthenware figurines and squatted on the ground and smiled happily. Nedved was holding a bad bow in his hand, holding a bag of miscellaneous arrows in his legs, and constantly tugging and firing arrows at a black and dirty linen outside twenty steps.

The patched linen was supported by two wooden sticks, and the translucent bladders of rows of japonica cubs were tied with thin hemp ropes. They all breathed enough and swelled into a gourd shape. Nedved could not see how Nedved aimed, but he heard the japonica bladder on the shabby black cloth opposite him. It was crackling and burst into pieces.

The owner of this shooting stall is a Wo Sou Bimon. His face is as stiff as a mahjong plaque at this time

The Wosuo tribe weasels are always famous in Beacon, lustful, greedy, despicable, and cunning, and love to fart, and are never liked. What's even more hateful is that their character is really bad. Every March 4th, the Birth of Beacon comes, and the Wosuo tribe likes to go to the group to visit the Chicken prostitutes. Not only does they not give money, but they also believe that they are paying New Year's greetings. In ancient Beacon customs, all industries and industries did not charge money on the birthday of God, and they took the auspicious omen of the God of War Birth, the God of War, and the World Datong. However, this custom has long been transformed now, and festivals are to be celebrated, but it is absolutely impossible for a hundred industries and industries to not charge money.

Everyone knows the truth that the Wo Sou tribe does this, it’s no wonder their reputation is as bad as their farts.

The Wolf tribe weasels are vassals of the Wolf Wolf clan. Although they are also Wolf from the name, the Wolf clan firmly believes that the weasels with bad character are obviously weasels, and they are not noble Wolf. Although the skunk tribe of the Kunk tribe is small, they are also tough. They also refuse to admit that the weasels with bad character belongs to the Weasels.

After Liu Zhenhan approached, Nedved had ejaculated his dense inflatable bladder completely. Bellamy pulled Tao Ou, who was on the ground as a prize, into his arms, and laughed loudly.

Don't continue hanging balloons for me! Hurry up! Nedved waved the bow in his hand to the boss of the shooting stall, urging him one after another

You two are so embarrassed! Liu Zhenhan is both angry and funny: It is not easy for others to make a living, so why are you doing this by breaking someone else’s desk?

Bellamy smiled and threw a clay pottery doll. Liu Zhenhan looked at it upside down, raised his head and gritted his teeth and shouted at Nedved: Mom, let me get a B! Pavel, sell this kid so much that he even shot her body to Fei Lengcui to pay off her debt!

Lao Liu couldn't help but be angry. This earthenware figurine is a living erotic palace with a woman above and a man below. That's fine, but the male and female protagonists of this living erotic palace are still Pigeons.

Although the firing method is rough, it is exquisite in handmade. The man and woman have a happy expression on their faces. It is so vivid that the Lord of Fei Lengcui is a Pig. Isn't this Wo Sou Bimon purely looking for a draw?

Boss, hurry up and enter the bar. O'Neal and Rodman are negotiating with others. I think it's not right and I have to fight again.

The archer turned his head and said to the lord, "The life in his hand is constantly stopped, and in the blink of an eye, four more arrows took action."

oh?

Liu Zhenhan thought there was still something wrong?

I had just fought with the prince, and the palace guards came to cause trouble immediately. Is this king too unqualified?

With this question in mind, Lao Liu kicked open the hinge door of the bar

My day!

A gust of hot wind and noisy sound came towards Liu Zhenhan. Liu Zhenhan, who was already wearing a leather robe, suddenly had a row of beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead, and he fell to the ground and turned into eight petals.

At this time, the bar is full of people, from southeast to northwest to north, and they are talking a lot. Many of them are all sacrifices, but they are almost all wind-talk sacrifices wearing sky blue robes. Occasionally, a few soul sacrifices in red robes are mixed in them.

The antelope warrior Duncan, holding a Gulker blade, lying on the back of a chair, standing on a wooden post, and competing against a dartboard on the wall; the little giant Iverson sat on an oak barrel and asked Xiao Cui to help him pull his white hair; the two guys Fat Luo and O'Pang sat at a long table in the north, and the mouths of four palace guards in golden uniforms were splashing everywhere

There are three quills inserted on Fei Luo's chest. This is a symbol of scholars in the Kingdom of Bemon. One goose feather inserted on his chest represents the tutor, two represent scholars, three represent great sages who are like classics, and one more is a vendor selling pens.

Master Ortega took his apprentice Messi and elf mage Tangning to sit at the bar in the distance, quietly drinking ale and watching the heated debate between the two sides

The two mantis monks, Murphy and Irving, were also sitting on a table, lowering their heads, and poking the legs of the table with their serrated swords one by one. The top jujube-wood legs were poked by them, and a row of honeycomb-shaped holes were poked out, revealing the white wood core inside.

Seeing that the shaman of the Divine Comic was back, the priests stopped talking, and were still talking and were pulled by their companions. They realized that they had lost their composure. As soon as they looked up, they immediately stood up like a conditioned reflex.

The whole bar suddenly became silent, leaving only a piece of table, chairs, benches and stools on the floor.

Only Fat Ronaldo and O'Neal were left in the entire bar, and they were still yelling.

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The title of aristocratic is just a business card representing identity, but the hero is a monument to record history. The conquering the mammoth tribe on the Snow Mountain of Taimurraya has proved this, and today it has proved this again.

Good evening, my kids

Liu Zhenhan nodded to the priests around him, took off his porcupine skin crown, and handed it to a maid who came up to him. He pinched his boneless little hand and wiped some oil.

Although it is very presumptuous, it is still very honored to be able to see you again. The uneven voices accompanied by the trembling tone of excitement sounded intermittently around Liu's shocked

Tomorrow is a sacrificial ceremony. I would like to invite each of you a glass of ale in my personal name. After drinking it early, go back to bed.

The face of the new shaman shines with a kind of compassion that only saints can have: My child, although the ale is good, don’t drink it. It is the right thing to welcome the first test of your life.

Your generosity can illuminate the midnight in Weiyang

The voice of most priests was even more trembling. The divine song shaman's persistence in doctrine made these novices feel ashamed. If they knew that this Pig was a wine barrel that was unsatisfied, I wonder if they would think so.

When O'Neal and Fei Luo saw the boss coming back, they waved their hands desperately. The four palace guards who had originally turned their backs to Liu Zhen also turned their heads together and watched the Shenqu Shaman who was pretending to be a ghost. His eyes were cold and concentrated.

Good evening, sirs

Liu Zhenhan leaned his chest with his right hand and nodded to the four palace guards with extraordinary demeanor. When he saw a shaman shaman crown prince who took the initiative to greet him, the expressions of several palace guards were still calm. He greeted Liu Zhenhan with neither humility nor arrogantness, and asked him for help.

Liu Zhenhan only took a look and vaguely guessed something famous.

These four palace guards are all Green Party Mantis Sword Saints, about thirty years old, all wearing straight officer ceremonial uniforms and swords. Each of them has hideous scars on their faces. You can tell at a glance that they are warriors who have been on the battlefield for a long time. The blue ostrich tail velvet floating on their military caps proves this, because it means that each of them is a troll hunter.

Boss, these four guys have to take Irving and Murphy away! Fat Luo, with a hint of gloating, slanting the Green Party officers, the words of the Mammoth Sword Saint suddenly confirmed Liu Zhenhan's original guess

Dear Richard, you are just right back

A mantis sword saint with a blindfold on his left eye took the initiative to introduce himself to Liu Zhenhan: I am Sheiler, the chief instructor of the Kingdom Guards' swordsmanship. These three Green Party officers are like me, and they are also from the inner court.

Lord Hiller, can anyone serve you?

Liu Zhenhan pretended to look at the one-eyed dragon and asked knowingly

The one-eyed mantis sword saint named Hiller is the only one among the four Green Hall guard officers with no serrated sword on their arms. He does not wear a symbolic sword on his waist. Instead, there is a standard cavalry knife hanging on each of the left and right ribs. The natural bone arm knife can fall off, representing the most outstanding sword saint in the Green Party clan. I think that Officer Hiller calls himself the chief instructor of the Kingdom Guard Sword Law, but is not as watery as Liu Zhenhan calls himself the Heavenly King Sacrifice.