"San'er, how does it feel to be a tentacle monster? Do you have the urge to tie something with tentacles? For example... people?"

Old Master Tang circled around Tang Lao San who turned into a tentacle monster and asked such a question in an inquiring tone.

This man feels like a child when he gets older, and occasionally he is a little curious without making a fuss.

"Binding?" Tang Laosan subconsciously raised three tentacles and twisted them into a trickle, and then replied responsibly: "Oh Dad, I really didn't realize that tentacles have the uses of this. No, I have a bold idea in my mind now, I will try it later!"

Hey, this is a rebellious!

This virtual undead world is not the place where you, a rebellious son, are so arrogant!

Old Master Tang looked disgusted: "Tang Lao San, hurry up and collect your dirty thoughts."

"Ah?" Tang Shuye was confused: "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Oh, pretend to be confused when you understand?

Boy, your father, I have a sharp eye. You can see through what you are thinking at a glance!

Old Master Tang shook his head in anger and said nothing more.

Forget it, it is not certain whether this world can last for ten years. After death, Yuanzhi's everything is empty, so it is not worth getting angry about such a small thing.

Furthermore, this is just a world of undead. No matter how stupid the third brother makes, he can't make any big trouble. He is just beating to death by the sky...

It’s not that you can’t go to death.

"Brother, why is dad leaving? What exactly does he want to say?"

Tang Shuye twisted his tentacles, forming one question mark after another.

"I can't tell this?"

Boss Tang raised his chin and turned around and walked away in a very happy mood.

So, I am my father’s favorite child. You are a rebellious son like the third brother, and you can’t even see your father’s likes and dislikes. How can you please his father?

"What did I see? Brother, please make it clearer, brother? Brother... big..."

Tang Laosan, who couldn't call his brother, was alone in the wind, and his eight tentacles were wrapped in a lump.

"Damn it, Master, my tentacles have been shattered to death, who is that! That's right! You are still watching you stupidly, why are you doing? Hurry up and help me untie it!"

Suddenly, Tang Laosan, who was tying his tentacles and tightening his strength, had to ask for help.

Boss Tang, who had already walked far away, staggered under his feet, then covered his face and walked away quickly.

It's so embarrassing, how could I have such a fish-lip-like brother?

Wait! My current identity is Xue Chucai, the chief of the Prime Minister’s Office?

In this way...

Boss Tang held his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran walked back. He was full of interest and watched the entire process of "Three Generals Shame Play" up close, and carefully recorded the detailed loosening process, enriching the hidden subfolder named Third Brother Black History Library under the folder in his mind with the main title "Learning Materials".

A quarter of an hour later, the third general Tang Shuye, who had regained his freedom, pulled his elder brother to a place without a single person with three tentacles, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, did I look at him so embarrassedly just now?"

"There is absolutely nothing!" A traitor replied decisively: "Three, you did a good job just now! Everyone is talking about it, saying that the third general is devoted to justice and is not concerned about personal honor and disgrace at all, and is a true hero."

This is actually true, but a certain treacherous figure obviously did not tell him the younger brother of Yu Li. The so-called discussion and consensus of everyone is not just now, but before.

Just now... everyone was quite happy.

This is very certain. Although no one onlookers showed it clearly, it is not difficult for a certain evil person to see through body language.

"real?"

"real!"

"Tsk, they still have some conscience."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Third brother, since you are back, then hurry up and arrest the army again. Go to Don't Forget the teachings my father gave us - the court came out of the gun!"

"If you can't leave, the court has no relationship with me, so don't worry!"

The tentacle monster curled his lips.

"Oh." A traitor stared at a tentacle monster, and the soul fire in the furnace cavity was peaceful: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly, so I'll say it again."

"Okay, just say it! I'll say--"

Brother, hurry up and put away your tricks. I, Mr. Tang San, aren’t scared!

"I said, say...I'll go to prepare for war now."

Brother, I'm not afraid of you! I mainly like the feeling of commanding the three armies, and the two undead kings have stolen my face. I must find this scene as soon as possible!

So, under the gaze of a treacherous person, the heroic third general Tang Shuye reorganized the army and left.

Three days later, the reorganized legion went out and rushed straight to... an area where low-level undead rich were concentrated.

There is no way. Although the legion soldiers returned to the team one after another, Tang Shuye's reorganization was very smooth, the legion soldiers who returned to the team are now all new Level 1 numbers, and they have to re-level up to gain combat effectiveness.

After learning from one mistake, Tang Shuye chose to break the whole into pieces, divide the army into more than ten teams, and spread it in a planned area to level up.

What plan?

Uh...intuitive plan.

Battlefield intuition.

There is no way, some people are born to be generals.

For example, Xiang Yu, the Western Chu king at the end of Qin, was actually of this type. He could accurately find the enemy's flaws and key points on the battlefield every time, and then led the Jiangdong soldiers to drive an unparalleled wave of arriving over and easily to win a brilliant victory, until he met Han Xin, a natural enemy who had originally been living under his tent.

Of course, the third general Tang Shuye is still slightly inferior to the King of Western Chu. He cannot be driven by Wushuang and has no interest in leading Wushuang. His second brother Tang Zhongxiong has the resources to be the King of Overlords.

The problem is that after so long, the second brother, who is full of martial arts, has never appeared, and I don’t know where he is still in a cat.

Could it be... I've died ten times and was kicked back?

A certain tentacle monster was a little gloating.

Beans burning bean pods?

Nonsense! I, Mr. Tang San, are you the kind of person who is worse than a pig or a dog?

With his father under his care, the second brother would never really die. At most, he would suffer a little and reduce his arrogance.

I always bully me, the younger brother, and it should have made him suffer a little long ago!

Our father did this, it was simply amazing!

Ah Yeh-

In a dark and dull cave, the martial arts overlord Tang Zhongxiong rubbed his non-existent nose and twisted the skeleton's head 360 degrees.

"No one."

"Is it a curse?"

Tang Zhongxiong stretched out his foot and kicked the tentacle monster with serious injuries in front of him who was unable to get up and fell to the ground: "Hey, are you plotting against me?"

"brute……"

The corpse monster covered in tentacles raised his head with difficulty, and the faint light that was rapidly losing in his eyes vaguely illuminated the bone crown above his head.

This is actually the undead king.

puff--!!!

A great sword tear apart the air and easily penetrated the undead king's mouth as if it were torn apart.

"I'll clean it up for you for free."

Tang Zhongxiongdao.

The undead king...shoulder.

"Is this dead?"

Tang Zhongxiong shook his skeleton head, feeling a little regretful: "I thought it was an enemy worth fighting, but I didn't expect it to be so vulnerable. I have only tried half of the killer moves I have learned..."

I hope another undead king can compete with me more.
Chapter completed!