Chapter 109: Hospitality

Is this the malice of the abyss?

Or is it the torture of the soul?

Wouldn't it be cool to sit on it in case the other party's boss is unhappy and have a highly toxic version of the Millennium Kill?

In this world, the standard practice for poisoning is to use a dagger to draw a cross on the wound to let the poisonous blood flow out, and then sacrifice a cannon fodder to suck the poisonous blood.

When encountering unsure poison, it is usually a strong man's broken arm or something.

Now that I'm really poisoned, is it a cross on my brother? Or just ...... Cut to eternal rule?

The brighter the colors in nature, the more toxic it is. Animals and plants that are confident in their own preservation are alerted to all predators in this way.

If the non-poisonous animals and plants are not strong enough, then they basically rely on running, relying on messy skills such as changing color to protect themselves.

This poisonous chair made of blue-ringed octopus tentacles is really not something that anyone dares to sit on.

The envoys of several factions all felt a cold air rising from the tail vertebrae to the back of their heads, not to mention the scalp, even the dandruff was frozen.

Wang Hao raised his hand, and Miss Parana retreated silently.

The blackclaw messenger, the lizardman Guerra flicked his claws, and an anthropomorphic face was full of disdain: "I represent the powerful Blackclaw Society, I don't sit." โ€

After saying that, he stood with his hands in his hands, with an expression of 'Lao Tzu is big, you dare not do anything to me'.

The light of order and the envoys of the neutral faction, who also wanted to scare Wang Hao, were suddenly not in a hurry, they were waiting to watch the show.

Wang Hao sneered in his heart, and the eyes in the black armor suddenly widened.

ใ€Fear Auraใ€‘Full power!

Plus a dark aura release!

Since it is the Demon King Armor, it naturally has the compulsion of the Demon King Armor!

The most terrifying thing about the Abyss of Silence is not its own power, but its ability to imprison all enemies in a weakened state, as well as the resentful spirits of enemies killed by its master, into its own strength and nourishment.

Although this set of armor is already in a dilapidated state in Wang Hao's hands, and the previous savings have long since dissipated, which of the enemies that Wang Hao has captured and killed this time is a weak rookie?

The resentment of the ghost warriors, the ghost crab generals, and even the demon queen when they suffered, as well as the destruction of the body of the 13th mummy of Ptolemy, the death and resentment of all the strong and elite existences, all converged into one voice.

"No!

In the darkness, it was as if hundreds of millions of unjust souls had rushed over, turned into an invisible giant hand, grabbed the lizardman's face fiercely, kept rubbing its face with resentment, and then pressed him to his seat.

Just a little bit, the lizardman peed.

However, just a moment before the Blackclaw Emissary became incontinent, the terrifying resentment and power that had been poured on his shoulders vanished in an instant, as if Jason Momoa had never pressed him.

The Blackclaw Messenger and the four retinues were originally orcs and had no clothes on, but at this time, they could clearly see that their backs were shining with water, and they were all in a cold sweat.

The guys in the kind and neutral camp are cool at first glance.

Then Jason's sharp gaze quickly fell on them.

The white-haired old man was a little anxious, and Longe Butters, who knew the light of order, smiled: "Since this is the hospitality of the Abyssal People, then I'm not welcome." โ€

He sat down with a big grin.

Seeing this situation, the white-haired old man didn't mind anymore, and sat down with the two neutral envoys.

Aside from the fact that this chair is toxic and a little wet, it is actually not much different from a softer sofa.

seemed to be quite satisfied with the performance of the envoys, and Wang Hao's cold voice seemed to soften a little.

The metal finger sleeve snapped its fingers, and suddenly a cat man rushed in from the stone gate on the side, and each cat man put a tray firmly on the head door and sent it to each guest.

"Meow!" said the big oranges, smiling flatteringly.

Wang Hao spread his right palm: "The person who comes is a guest! I am new here, and I don't have too many good things to greet me." Let's take a look at the city's clear spring and our unique lobster balls. Rest assured, it's not toxic. โ€

Originally, someone wanted to provide blue-ringed octopus balls, but I still feel a bit ghostly when I think about it.

The clear spring is nothing, but the lobster balls make the messenger and his entourage feel delicious and fresh. The lobster balls are forked with a toothpick, which is convenient and delicious to eat.

Those who can come out as messengers are all a little bit of Taoism, whether the scalp is numb, or the other party greets them warmly, they still have to continue the conversation.

The white-haired old man Jacob pretended to be pried open by the food, gently wiped the sauce at the corner of his mouth with the white handkerchief handed by the cat man, and bowed slightly to Wang Hao: "Thank you for your hospitality, in fact, it is not a big deal for us to come this time." One is to see what the new lord will be. The second is that a few of us represent Quicksand City, hoping to reach a certain business agreement with adults. โ€

"That's it?" Wang Hao held his chin in his right hand, and there was amusement in his eyes.

Brother Long, the messenger of the light of order, sneered, "Of course that's all. If you're the kind of lord who goes berserk at every turn and chaos in the evil camp, then my corpse is the declaration of war on you by the Light of Order!"

Deliberately pretending not to understand the hostility in his words, Wang Hao was a little surprised: "Oh? I didn't expect that there are also nine camps in this world?"

Jacob was slightly stunned, and then his white eyebrows were raised happily: "If you are a civilized person who knows the nine camps, it will be easier to speak." That's right, it's a god's forsaken place where the gods exile criminals and those who disagree. Once a chaotic place of wanton killing, over the years, a new order has gradually formed. โ€

The Blackclaw Emissary was impatient: "It's just a tacit understanding!"

Old man Jacob was not annoyed, nor did he correct the words of the lizardman messenger: "All the forces here will prioritize the existence of those who try to conquer this world by means of death, plague, and destruction. โ€

Wang Hao's finger cuff scraped the chin position of the metal mask, and he was thinking: In other words, if the necromancer who wants to turn this place into a realm of death will be besieged and killed in the first place?

Guerra flashed his black claws: "Hmph! By joining the Black Claw Society, we can use our power to rewrite all the laws of this land. โ€

"You demons who know nothing but kill and spread fear! I should have been you on the road!" Rongo Butters stood up, glowing orange-yellow like a ...... Salted egg yolk?

"Come on, who's afraid of whom!?" the Orcs of the Blackclaw Society clammed into a loud noise, and one of the tigermen, who was quite close to the Minotaur, stomped on the ground with one paw and let out a mighty roar.

Who knows......

"Whoa!" There was a sound of water, and before most people could react, a gray-brown pliers suddenly rose out of the water, and the pincers were like the wind, and they slapped the tiger man away.

All they saw was that the tiger man was like a lump of flying, being slammed into the cave wall reflecting green fluorescence, and then slid into the water.