Two Dimensional Rescuer Demon King

Seeing that Meng Huo hadn't acted yet, Liu Xu held up a small twig and drew it heavily on Meng Huo's face, and said angrily: "Did you hear that you were playing a pig?"

"How on earth are you willing to let me go?"

Meng Huo really cried. This tough guy cried, with a scorching pain on his face, and what was even more painful was his fragile heart.

He always thought he was a bastard, and now he knew that compared with the guy in front of him, he could be rated as a good man in China.

"Put up any request you have, and I agree to all of them, and I agree to all of them."

"Give me a thousand elephants." Liu Xu said.

"..."

Meng Huo almost didn't choke to death. He came to think of a breath of anger, but he didn't bump into him. Now he still has to pay a thousand giant elephants? Who is bullying whom?

You can be a bad person, but you can't be so bad.

A giant elephant, I recognized, a hundred, I gritted my teeth.

A thousand? Are you talking about big cats?

"I don't want it? Lie down if you don't want it," Liu Xu said.

Meng Huo was lying still, thinking: "I would rather be a dead man than a dead pig."

So Liu Xu picked up a stone, held it in his hand, and slammed it on Meng Huo's bowed back.

"boom……"

Liu Xu exerted too much force, and Meng Huo's arched body fell to the ground. His chest violently collided with the ground, and his chest almost cracked.

He turned over and coughed and retched violently, his internal organs twisted and convulsed.

His back fell on the ground, his body shrank into a ball with fatigue, and all his limbs were raised, which happened to meet Liu Xu's request.

"Don't do this earlier."

Liu Xu clicked on Meng Huo's "Acupoint," and asked him to keep this motion motionless, and then began to splash ink.

He drew quickly, and before a stick of incense, Liu Xu dusted the straw paper and said triumphantly: "Like, really like, it's so like."

Liu Xu admired his masterpiece and said with a smile: "I have your cutest look on my hands. From today on, we have become friends. Since you are friends, you can't do anything to be sorry for me... …Otherwise, I won’t consider you a friend."

"..."

Meng Huo almost roared.

When did you consider me a friend? Do you treat friends like this? I was about to be beaten to death by you. This is how you make friends?

However, at this moment, all he could do was scream after another and howls of helplessness in his heart.

"The scenery here is good, you can appreciate it slowly," Liu Xu said.

auzw.com He stood up, jumped onto the giant elephant again, and looked directly at Zhu Rong face to face, and then slowly said: "On the day of the Torch Festival, I will pick you up. You can only be my woman. ."

He said very softly, his voice was not loud, but his firm and confident tone was telling everyone clearly.

Zhu Rong, he wants it.

Liu Xu left. He rode a giant elephant into the mountain slowly, leaving behind everyone with a dull look.

Looking at his back, Meng Huo gritted his teeth. He vowed that he must make this person look good and he wants revenge.

As for Zhu Rong, she watched quietly, with no waves in her eyes.

"You can only be my woman."

She chewed carefully the meaning and weight of this sentence, and after a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on the beautiful face that had remained calm.

This man is really interesting!

...

"Patriarch, I hope you will consider it carefully. Huo'er's 50,000 soldiers and horses are already ready to go. If the patriarch does not want to see the clan kill each other, please follow the previous agreement to betroth Rong'er to Huo'er..."

In the room where the candles were flickering, there was a rather gloomy voice, but it was a black-haired old man talking to a silver-haired old man.

His tone was very bad, even threatening.

"Elder, please pay attention to your own words and deeds! I am the patriarch!" The silver-haired old man's face was as deep as water, and he sternly reprimanded: "Rong'er's marriage will be settled in accordance with the family rules. If Huo'er can capture the feathers on her head Naturally, the old man will not oppose the marriage of the two. Why should you threaten me here?"

"Hehe, I don't want to do this either, but today a foreigner suddenly came here. He has a high martial arts skill. Huo'er is obviously his opponent from time to time. I'm afraid Rong'er can't take some of his tricks. If you follow the family rules, your daughter will definitely fall. In the hands of outsiders, the old man absolutely disagrees!" The black-haired old man sneered and continued: "Patriarch, I have no choice but to do this. As long as your ward will let you hear, I think...she will listen to you..."

"Great Elder, you... is it too mean for you to do this?" The silver-haired old man said coldly.

"Despicable? Haha... Are you embarrassed to say the word despicable to me?" The black-haired laughed, and he leaned forward and backward, as if he had heard the best joke in the world, "When you were fighting for the position of patriarch, How many people were killed? How many insidious tactics were used? If it weren't for me to support you, would you have today? Well now, you wished your family a great success, but kicked my Meng family away. How can there be such a reason in the world? Now that the fifty thousand army is on the verge of the Wu Margin, what should you do...think about it for yourself! Humph! I'll leave first!"

After all, the black-haired old man kicked out.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting on the wrinkled old face, all around quietly, the needle drop was audible, a bit desolate, a bit sad...

After a long time, the silver-haired old man sighed and shouted outside the door: "Go and call the young lady."

...

September 15th, at night.

The night is low and the evening breeze blows, bringing a fresh breath, like the refreshing fragrance of the wet trees after the rain.

Today is a special day... Torch Festival.

The Zhu family claims to be descended from the ancient **** of fire, so the Torch Festival is regarded as the most important annual festival, just like the Spring Festival in the Central Plains.

Today's Zhu Rong dresses up seriously, the style is similar to what Liu Xu saw that day, but the color has turned into a red color, which is a festive color.

The pink "color" breast-covering coat with white "color" spots, and the "hairy" short skirt with pink "color" infiltrated. The crown on the head has not changed, but it is "plugged" in it. "Color" colorful peacock feather, that is a holy feather that represents its belonging.

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