I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

In the office, the air-conditioning is constantly blowing from the air-conditioning vents, but no matter how low the indoor temperature is, it can't compare with the deep chill in the heart of the blogger at this moment.

Able to kill his subordinates quietly and get close to himself without being noticed, there is no one else except the lord he has been serving...

Today, there is one more.

Moreover, the opponent is an enemy and not a friend!

When he thought of this, the blogger couldn't help but endure the panic in his heart, moved his feet slightly, and slowly turned around.

Under the bright lights, what you see is a middle-aged man with long black hair wearing a green elegant robe.

Looking at the face full of Asian characteristics on the other's face, Botu tried his best to stay calm.

"Who are you?"

"who am I?"

As if to feel this problem, it felt very ridiculous. The black-haired middle-aged, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a wicked smile was drawn.

"Oh, you should know this stupid question by yourself..."

Hearing this, the blogger frowned and looked at each other up and down.

Under a robe embroidered with an unknown mysterious pattern, one can vaguely see that the figure of this middle-aged man is both tall and full of strength and beauty.

The most striking thing is his hands!

Ten rings inlaid with bright gems of various colors, like nouveau riche, are all worn on the fingers.

It's just that the "qi" in the blogger's body is telling him that these rings are not just decorations...

Looking directly at the opponent's long and narrow eyes, the blogger turned his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice:

"You are the leader of Ten Rings, Mandarin?"

Mandarin didn't seem to want to do it right away, but instead chose to flick the sleeves of his robe and sit down on the soft sofa.

If someone who doesn’t know, sees the expression on his face with ease, they think Mandarin is the owner of this office...

Facing Botu's question, Mandarin did not answer directly, but leaned on the sofa and stared directly at Botu, his eyes seemed to have penetrated his heart.

"Unexpectedly, the former Kunlun elder who has lived for hundreds of years will become a dog under others..."

In the discourse, it seems that the affiliation between Lyon and Botu is well understood.

Hearing this, the blogger didn't say a word, but just weighed in his heart, whether to do it or not to do it...

Seeing that the blogger did not respond, Mandarin didn't care, spreading his arms like a king sitting on the throne, looking at his servants, and speaking arrogantly:

"Instead of taking orders from that nasty kid, it's better to come under my command and serve me. Wouldn't it be more promising?"

"Furthermore, don't you want to witness the destruction of Kunlun with your own eyes?"

From the strong provocation in the words, we can know that Mandarin came to visit suddenly this time.

Not only did he know that Botu took orders from Lyon, he also knew that the relationship between Botu and Kunlun was complicated and chaotic.

After taking a deep look at Mandarin, the blogger frowned and said in a deep voice:

"It seems that you have done enough homework..."

"There is a saying in the ancient dynasty that I have always liked. Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle..."

"So, what do you think of my proposal?"

Mandarin's look as if he had mastered everything under the sky, and the slight contempt mixed in his attitude, made the blogger's heart pouted.

Let’s not talk about loyalty, just treat others, Lyon is much better than the middle-aged Long Aotian in front of him...

What's more, he couldn't bring out any substantial benefits at all, he just slapped his tongue for a while.

What is more promising? What witnessed the destruction of Kunlun?

He doesn't care!

That's right, the purpose of the five people who defected to Kunlun and founding the Shouhehui was indeed to counterattack Kunlun and seize the dragon's bones in order to live forever.

However, after Lyon killed the remaining four people, the remaining dragon bones were enough for him to use for twenty years.

Moreover, Lyon had already promised himself that he would help him open the door of the dragon tomb and obtain more keel bones.

In this way, there is no need to provoke Kunlun...

What's more, he has very complicated feelings about Kunlun.

On the one hand, he hates the Jade Emperor and others for driving himself out of Kunlun, which is like his hometown, and wishing to wash Kunlun with blood; on the other hand, he hopes to return to his hometown and look at the Lianxiang tree in the center of Kunlun Square...

Thinking of this, the blogger had already made his own decision in his heart.

The footsteps moved lightly, slightly moved half an inch toward the desk, and the low voice of the blogger echoed throughout the office:

"Although I am also against Kunlun, I refuse!"

Before the words fell, he moved!

I saw Botu touched his left hand to the bottom of the table, and there was a flash of cold light that was fleeting.

Holding the knife in both hands and holding it high on the top of the head, the "qi" in the body is constantly pouring into Katana.

At the next moment, I only heard a low growl of "Drink!", a sharp sword air, like a twisted ripple, shot towards Mandarin sitting on the sofa!

With his strongest blow, the blogger thought that this Mandarin would be cut off by a sharp and weak knife.

However, the next astonishing scene shocked his heart, and even the pupils of his eyes suddenly magnified several times!

Facing the sword gas, Mandarin, who was sitting on the sofa, calmly, just waved his left hand gently.

I saw a flash of white light, and the menacing sword aura, as if being held tightly by an invisible big hand, suddenly turned the direction and flew towards the corner of the office!

Click!

Accompanied by the extremely small sound, the Qing Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase at the corner was directly cut in half!

With a "bang", half of the vase that was smashed on the ground was smashed to pieces in an instant, which also shattered the confidence of Botu to continue fighting.

After that, I came across a difficult idea...

Glancing at the surprised blogger, Mandarin reached out and brushed his beard, and in a condescending tone, he commented:

"This sword spirit is pretty decent..."

"However, if it is only that, your life span of hundreds of years will end here..."

While talking, Mandarin's robe moved slightly, stretched out his ring-filled right hand, and shook it in the void, as if he was about to put the blogger to death in the next second.

Seeing this, in order to save his life, the blogger, as if waking up from a dream, quickly stretched out his hand and said:

"Wait!"

After a pause, Mandarin raised her head slightly and looked at the blogger with interest, "Huh? Do you have any last words?"

"Don't you want to know how to enter Kunlun? I can tell you!"

However, to the surprise of the bloggers, Mandarin seemed to be not interested in his proposal.

I saw Mandarin dragging a green robe, slowly getting up.

"No, let me do it myself!"

Before the voice was over, a blue light passed by!

The blogger who was too late to react was directly hit by the blue light, and his whole body suddenly stiffened, and his brown pupils suddenly turned pale.

Looking at the expressionless blogger, Mandarin twitched at the corner of her mouth and whispered:

"Now, tell me everything you know!"

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