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"You're an ancient Mayan wizard?" Zhao Chunliang stared at Xiao Ai and asked. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Ai looked at Zhao Chunliang and said with a smile, "Guess." ”

"Only ancient Mayan wizards can master the drawing of runes, and only their blood can make runes work, I have been wondering before, why you are the only one who can get such tattoos, but I didn't expect that you are actually an ancient Mayan wizard!" Zhao Chunliang said unusually firmly.

"Ancient Maya, like Atlantis, has disappeared into history, and we, the remnants, are no different from today's people, if the boss hadn't picked me up, maybe I would have become food for dogs, rats, and stomachs." Xiao Ai said a little melancholy.

Zhao Chunliang really felt this melancholy breath from Xiao Ai's body for the first time, I don't know why, Zhao Chunliang naturally walked in front of Xiao Ai, patted Xiao Ai's shoulder, and said, "You are also a hard worker." ”

Xiao Ai glanced at Zhao Chunliang in surprise, and then said with a smile, "Compared to you, I am not a hard-working person, at least in this life, you may die far more times than me." ”

Zhao Chunliang scratched his head with a smile and said, "Is this a hard life or a good fate, every time I want to die, but I can't die." ”

"That's right, that's a problem, when you encounter a death calamity, you always can't die, is this a good fate or a bad fate!" Xiao Ai pinched her chin with one hand and fell into thought.

Floyd, who was on the side, finally couldn't help but say, "Yo, little love, you can think about it, can you not sit on me." ”

Zhao Chunliang couldn't help but want to laugh on the side, because Xiao Ai sat directly on Floyd's body when he was thinking about the problem.

"I don't understand, you big man, what's wrong with sitting with you for a while? Don't move! Xiao Ai glared at Floyd, and Freud decisively closed his mouth.

"I don't want to!" Xiao Ai jumped off Floyd's body angrily, grabbed Zhao Chunliang's hand, and said, "Little guy, how about it, accompany me to find the boss?" ”

"Now?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Of course, the boss is in the country, in the capital." Xiao Ai said.

"I still have something to do." Zhao Chunliang glanced at his somewhat boring hand and said, "I don't have much time." ”

"Where are you going?" Xiao Ai asked.

"Where do you think I should go?" Zhao Chunliang asked rhetorically.

"Papacino." Xiao Ai said.

"Same as I thought." Zhao Chunliang stretched out his hand and touched Xiao Ai's head, and said, "If I come out of Papacino alive, I will go to you, and Black Joker, if I don't come out of Papacino alive, then Xiao Ai, I want to ask you for a favor, although I don't know if we are friends, and I don't know if our relationship is solid, but I hope, or rather, I ask you, to help me take care of those women who take care of me, okay?" ”

Xiao Ai raised her head, blinked her big eyes, and looked at Zhao Chunliang.

After a long time, Xiao Ai nodded and said, "Although we are only in the stage of using each other with you now, I promise you that if you die, I will take care of your women, at least, I will not let them die with you." ”

"Although you don't say this very beautifully, I am still quite happy in my heart." Zhao Chunliang said.

"In the future, talk to talk, don't touch people's heads, people are not children, if you are old, people are much more than you, little guy." Xiao Ai said dissatisfied.

"Can a woman be as big as a man?" Zhao Chunliang asked.

"Are you making a pornographic joke?" Xiao Ai glanced at Zhao Chunliang and asked.

"Maybe, I'm leaving, I don't know if it's life or death, I always need to relax myself. Floyd, I'm gone, goodbye if there's fate, you save me once, I remember. Zhao Chunliang said to Floyd with a smile.

Freud propped himself up from the table and said, "My friend, I seldom speak so seriously, but what I want to tell you is, Papacino, you have gone to ten deaths. ”

"Perhaps, if you don't explode in a desperate situation, you can only die in a desperate situation." Zhao Chunliang shrugged his shoulders indifferently, then turned around and walked out.

Seeing Zhao Chunliang's back gradually disappear in front of him, Freud frowned and looked at Xiao Ai and said, "Why does he have to go to Papacino?" ”

"For his word is death." An intriguing smile appeared on Xiao Ai's face, and she said, "If you don't put it to death, how can you be reborn, and if the phoenix doesn't bathe in fire, how can you be nirvana?" ”

"Cut." Freud rolled his eyes disdainfully, he was not a congenital master, just an ancient Mayan warrior, who believed that power determines everything, so he didn't believe in anything like the so-called Tao.

"If you can't tattoo your fifth powerful rune before the new world comes, big man, you're probably going to die." Xiao Ai winked at Floyd's strange smile.

"I, I'm going to training." One of Floyd's spirits jumped up from the table and ran out the door.

The strange thing is that Freud, who was still weak and couldn't say words before, was able to run at this time.

"Swastika." Xiao Ai raised her hand and stroked it on her chest, where there was nothing, but if you looked closely, you could vaguely see a very vague swastika.

The wizards of the ancient Mayan clan are very magical and weird, their blood, if they draw some specific symbols, they will have magical blessing abilities, and this blessing ability is only useful for the ancient Mayan warriors, however, after thousands of years, the ancient Mayan wizards finally developed a set of runes that belong to them in order to make themselves strong enough, rather than always needing the protection of the ancient Mayan warriors.

One of the most mysterious and powerful is the swastika.

Even in the era when the ancient Maya clan was at its strongest, only the most elite existence among wizards had a 1 percent chance of drawing it, and now, such a character appeared on Xiao Ai's body.

Xiao Ai sighed inexplicably, put her hand down, and said to herself, "Little guy, don't die, I don't like to help take care of people, especially women." ”

Papacino.

Europe's holiesst, most powerful, and most powerful island, as it has been for the last few hundred years, quietly waits every day for the sun to rise over the horizon.

The warm sunlight shone on the temple of Kira, illuminating the already golden temple even more golden.

The building, which has stood on Papacino Island for an unknown number of years, remains the same as it was when it was first built.

This is the holy place in the hearts of all the mafias in the sports car country, because the mafia leader lives here, and here is also the holy place in the hearts of countless saints, because it is inhabited by the most powerful king of Europe for hundreds of years, Sparta.

How strong Sparta was in the end, throughout Europe, no one can say why.

No one ever saw Sparta make a move, and he always sat on that throne like a statue.

Sparta did not live a human life at all, he rarely slept, he hardly ate, he could sit on that throne for a month, he did not eat, drink, pull or sleep, and just sit there.

Someone once dared to ask what he was sitting there for.

Sparta said he was reminiscing.

He lived for so long that many people's grandfathers had already heard about the existence of Sparta from their grandfather's grandfather's mouth.

He has too many memories, and every person who appears in his life is a long memory, so he always used to sit there and ring a friend of the year, thinking about it for a long time, from youth, to old age, and finally to death.

Many sages who have lived for two or three hundred years have a feeling that they seem to be beyond this world, and then look at those ordinary people from the perspective of outsiders, they can easily see a person's life, just like when we raised silkworms when we were children, we can see them grow from small sesame seeds into white insects, and finally form cocoons and break cocoons.

For silkworms, their lives are long, and for those of us who stand outside the silkworm box, their lives are just a small fragment in our lives.

Those saints who have lived for two or three hundred years can have such a feeling, and for an old monster like Sparta, who has lived for more than nine hundred years and nearly a thousand years, there is even more such a feeling, perhaps, they are no longer looking at the life of ordinary people from the perspective of outsiders, they are already using the perspective of God.

On this day, when the noon bell rang on the island, a small wooden boat in the distance, accompanied by the swaying sea breeze, approached Papacino little by little.

There was no guard on the island of Papacino, and he seemed to be defenseless against anyone who might come here, and only the people of this island would know that everything in Papacino, and even the surrounding seas, was always in the mind of the man on the throne.

Every move, word and deed of the person on Papacino could not escape the man's perception.

Powerful psychic power envelops everything, and this is far more useful than any modern surveillance equipment or bodyguard.

From time to time, the waves hit the shore.

An old man sat on the dock with his legs crossed.

He is the last godfather of the mafia in the sports car country, and he has been recuperated by countless people outside, and he will always be decent wherever he goes, but here, he is just an ordinary old man wearing a vest and a small straw hat.

Suddenly, the fishing line moved.

The drowsy old man suddenly pulled the rod with a sharp click, and the rod broke in response.

Before the old man could complain, he saw a small wooden boat slowly stopped beside him, and on top of the small wooden boat was his own fishing hook.

Is this a self-imposed trap?