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Chapter Sixteen: Andre's Plea(1/2)

Readers know what the Iceman Council discusses.

But Wang Junling, Yu Lei and others must not be aware of it.

However, there is nothing wrong with this. The stronger the ability, the higher the position, the greater the power, and the more you know.

He has poor ability, does not stand high, and has no rights, so he has a completely slight understanding of the truth of this world.

If a civilization, a race, a dynasty or a family wants to remain strong, it must have a threat.

A threat that no one can escape.

Therefore, every dynasty fell from the inside.

Because of the change of dynasties, the emperors must die and the people must be buried with them, while most senior officials can always be spared.

Among them, civil officials were even more so, thinking that they and their families did not have any hatred for the new dynasty.

How many Chinese people did the invaders kill? What does it have to do with them?

Therefore, there is only one way to unite everyone, all governments, and all superpowers in the world.

That is, there is a completely unreasonable and powerful terrible race. They have no end to killing humans, and they will appear anywhere—

From deep mountains and dense forests to the sewer underground of your home.

At the same time, they will make a comeback again and again like Xiaoqiang. Even if you completely clear up a piece of area, they are likely to appear out of thin air at some moment you ignore.

It is a coincidence that the creature "God Clan" meets all the above conditions.

They are powerful, and normal humans do not have their own enemies. Even ordinary cultivators will find it difficult to kill them before level 3.

(Except for krypton gold bosses who rely on magic weapons to summon the old man's children.)

Even with advanced technology, it is difficult to completely kill them with guns.

As long as the heads of these gods are not completely blown or cut off, they can suck humans and even the corpses of their same tribe through their mouthparts to recover.

Even if you have missing arms and legs, you can grow all of them in just a few dozen minutes.

Of course, decades ago, guns were still very effective, and the gods were also hit and died after serious injuries.

However, now, even radioactive depleted uranium bombs or special bullets carved by glyphists still find it difficult to achieve the effect decades ago.

This proves that the gods will indeed evolve, and their evolutionary mechanisms and the upper limits of evolution.

No one knows.

Because the gods have no language, there is no evidence to prove that they have wisdom, and there is no information to show that they have ever had civilization.

What exactly is the secret of the gods is really too confusing.

Of course, these are still very far away for Yu Lei.

Although these gods are almost deadly to Yu Lei.

The fatal reason is simple.

The gods... are all physical attacks.

So for Yu Lei, the gods are simply natural enemies among natural enemies.

Who told him to bring the buff that he suffered *200% of the damage?

As for the double damage he brought himself to?

You know, the theme of any warrior or meat shield is "If you don't hurt me anyway, I can definitely beat you up."

Instead of "I don't necessarily think I'll hurt you anyway, but I definitely hurt if you hit me."

Although a archer who cannot fight in close combat is not qualified, Yu Lei can only be a long-range output in his life.

Melee? Don’t even think about it!

However, the things I experienced tonight were rich enough and I had a deeper understanding of the world.

Although it is very likely that he has aroused a girl from a certain blood clan, this is quite troublesome.

"By the way, I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

Holding a glass of wine, Yu Lei said to himself, but before he could think about it for too long, the young wine fairy put her shoulders on her shoulders and went to the banquet.

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At the same time, at the foot of the mountain on the side of Dayu Mausoleum in Kuaiji City, Yuling Academy is being prepared.

Andre, the count of the blood clan, was begging a young man.

"Sir, this time, maybe our tribe really has hope. Please ask the curse.

I hope that Mr. can help the blood clan, and there is no need to completely save Zhao Wu, just suppress him."

And the object Andrei begged for must be easy to guess.

He is the one who appears in this book more frequently than Yu Lei, who is the protagonist and Wang Junling, who is the protagonist in Yu Lei's eyes - Tong Zhao.

Theoretically, when the supporting roles of a book are very active and stealing, you can almost get a lunch box.

But Tong Zhao is obviously not an ordinary supporting role, he is a very popular supporting role.

"reason?

Why I want to help you, although I'm curious why you guys know I'm here.

But it doesn’t mean that if you find me, you can ask me to help you.”

Tong Zhao obviously doesn't look like a good man. Under the illumination of the not-bright incandescent lamp, Tong Zhao's expression seems to be-

Extremely hideous.

Cooperating with such words, it is like an evil villain.

Perhaps Yu Lei never noticed a question, why would a twelve-level boss come to school to pretend to study?

Is it because of this conspiracy in the back mountain?

But if Tong Zhao is really a twelve-level boss, who can carry out some conspiracy behind his back?

Or maybe the conspiracy was planned by himself, and when he came to the school, it was just a close observation.

Or maybe Yu Lei himself is the center of this conspiracy?

However, Yu Lei was not here, nor had he ever doubted his classmate and loyal friend.

At the same time, Andrei was not dissatisfied with hearing Tong Zhao say this, but just continued to plead with a plea: "We have nothing in our blood clan, but I just hope Mr. Tong can have mercy.

If you have the conditions, we will try our best to agree."

Hearing Andrei's answer, Tong Zhao put down the test tube in his hand, turned around, and said casually: "The blood clan has always been the most loyal comrades in humans.

But...

I'm not a human, if you know those old guys, they will tell you that I'm a devil.

Not an incarnation, but a devil himself.

So, do you really have to obey the devil's conditions?"

Andre was silent for a long time, and he could hear the meaning of Tong Zhao's words, which would definitely be an unaffordable price.

Andrei also knew some of Tong Zhao's reputation and rumors.

For this twelve-level powerhouse who is at the peak of all humanity.

It is not an exaggeration to say a devil.

This is the fact that he has killed more people than he has saved.

Decades ago, when this strong man returned from another world, he came to his home to reason with others.

Moreover, the world cooperated very much to obey this principle and established a parliament to manage all professionals, as well as the "Ice-Speaker Parliament" in China, which is on parliamentary level with the world-wide parliament.

There were still some people who were dissatisfied, but later all politicians surrendered. After all, this truth is quite physical.

After all, it is difficult to find a toad with three legs, and there are many politicians with two legs.

However, for Andre, at this time, everything about race is the most important. As long as it is not the conditions for absolute extermination, Andre intends to accept it.

There is no way to accept it. When he contacted other counts of the Blood Clan just now, the news he received was not very good.

If this crisis cannot be overcome, the blood clan may really become extinct from now on.

"As long as the conditions of Mr. I am not to exterminate the entire blood clan, the 14th generation head of the Anshi family, Earl Dere, is willing to submit to Mr.

Drive it at will by Mr.!"

Andrei knelt down on his knees, folded his hands, touched his forehead lightly with the back of his hands, and then leaned over and bowed until his palm touched the ground.

In China, this is the etiquette of subordinates and surrendering to the master. To put it bluntly, it is the slave's bow to the master.

(Note: I don’t know if this etiquette exists in ancient times. Anyway, this is what my novel is set in. If you have any opinions, write one by yourself.)

Tong Zhao had a faint smile on his face, neither stopping nor agreeing happily.
To be continued...
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