"Heh~, yo, isn't this the Venerable Lord Barry Azma? It's really a day away, like every three autumns, and the poor monk really misses it very much!"

Ikyu obviously did not follow the script that everyone expected, after being handcuffed and shackled, in the eyes of everyone, Ikyu has lost his combat effectiveness, and even anyone present will inevitably escape the fate of death as long as he shoots him with a laser gun.

So in the face of this situation, the wisest way to take a break is to be soft, even if you don't bow to the city lord at the first time, then at least you must have a weak attitude, at least you have to show fear, how can you be as arrogant as now or even more than before.

"Bold, the untouchables are resting, how dare the city lord be so presumptuous, and not kneel down and beg for mercy!!"

William Sand was a cold, talkative man on the surface, and no one in the control room had heard more than three words spoken in the control room.

But it was such a person, but he seized the front of all the people who were waiting for this perfect opportunity to flatter the city lord, and first started the bombardment mode against Yixiu.

The others were naturally not to be outdone, and as soon as William Shah opened his mouth, there were immediately some knights who couldn't stand it, and they pointed at Yixiu with angry eyes, and began to scold.

Some say that the law of the nobility of the target king is disrespectful to the nobles and the lord of the city, and should be put into the dungeon, punished for one month, and tortured to death.

Some even accused Yixiu, as a fifth-class pariah, of opening a temple without any inheritance, blaspheming the gods, instigating the people to make trouble, disturbing the order in the city, and even trying to kill nobles.

There are a lot of crimes and names, anyway, Ichishu can think of him, unexpectedly, almost Ichixiu walked into the door, until he found the center of the control room, directly eight meters in front of him, sitting on the three-meter-high steps of the city lord of the time, all the officers in the control room, knights, etc., anyway, whether they want to show or don't want to show, they all said it all.

And what is disappointing is that Ikyu still maintains a calm appearance in the face of the situation pointed out by Qianfu, his hands are folded, and he has been walking forward without hurry, until he stands in the center of the control room, he is facing a circle of knights around him, and dozens of black hole barrels, and there is a contemptuous expression on his face, as if he does not take these jumping clowns in his eyes.

"Alright, shut up the lord of this city!!", Barry Azma stroked his beard and waved his hand impatiently, for a person like Ikyu, who seemed to him to be a dead man, he should wag his tail and beg for mercy, instead of relying on a stubborn temper and still wanting to be superior to him in momentum, which made Barry Azma feel particularly unhappy, and this unhappiness was also manifested in his tone.

Immediately, everyone in the audience actually closed their mouths one after another, and when this moment came, Barry Azma straightened his lazy body, looked down at Yixiu, and sighed with a cold smile.

"The master is right, this city lord really hasn't seen you for some days, the gift you gave me last time, I still remember the city lord now, and I've been thinking about what gift to give you in return, isn't it now?haha!!"

Gift! Ichixiu was a little surprised by the city lord's overly polite reaction, and after listening to it for a while, his face hooked an arc, and with everyone's stunned expressions, Ichixiu crossed his hands, rolled his eyes at Barry Atsma above, and asked loudly.

"Hehe, the so-called gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, the villain takes revenge, from morning to night, saying this is Bibi hanging, don't you just want to say that the last time you were beaten by me, you were super unhappy, and now you want to get back to the field?

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience felt a chill in their hearts, they knew that a fire had been lit at the beginning of the break, and this fire might affect them.

So even if everyone heard Ikyu's words, their hearts were secretly refreshed, and they even agreed with him a little, that is, no one dared to open their mouths to express their opinions, and even a smile was held in their throats, and they couldn't go up or down, and no one dared to laugh when it was particularly difficult.

But even if they were holding back, but the expression on their faces betrayed them, Barry Azma endured his rage, swept around the field, and found that many people had strange faces, and naturally understood that he was humiliating himself, and his heart was deeper for Ikyu.

"You madman, aren't you aiming for justice yourself? Okay, then this city lord will use your so-called justice to make you die happily!!", the city lord gritted his teeth and said fiercely in his heart, and at the same time, his face showed an ugly smile like a spring breeze, haha After laughing a few times, he said inconsistently.

"The master said with a smile, the grievances between the two of us have long been resolved in the hands of the priest, you don't mention that the city lord almost forgot, I invite you to come today, just to let you move your muscles and bones, come to my side, drink a cup of goat's milk or something, and enhance the friendship between the two of us, you say, right?"

Originally, everyone thought that Ikyu should not make trouble anymore, but Ikyu showed a disgusted expression, gagged his mouth, shook his head exaggeratedly, and at the same time closed his eyes tightly, and said loudly to himself.

"I don't listen, I don't listen to Wang August's mantra".

This Wang August is actually the eighth king on the Atlantis Road, in fact, it is not much different from the earth, it is just the name of one more month.

And chanting is actually the unique language of the priests of Atlantis, it is smelly, long, and particularly sour and difficult to understand.

So in general, this sentence is actually the same as Xing, describing a person who speaks the same as Wang Ba's recitation, which is basically the same meaning.

So after Barry Azma heard this, the fire that had been holding back in his heart almost made him hold back a mouthful of old blood, and he was sprayed in front of everyone, but he was still holding back, thinking of finally giving all his face back.

So the city lord didn't speak, so he directly raised his hand and gestured to his head.

Seeing that the eight attendant knights came out of the ranks, they knelt down on one knee in front of Barry Azma on the stage, and after bowing with their chests, they respectfully retreated.

Their movements are standard and ornamental, in stark contrast to the crude behavior of Fang Yixiu.

And this is just the beginning, everyone knows that these knights are going to suppress people, and the object must be the commander of the seventy-seven troop carriers, as well as the relevant personnel.

Now in this situation, Barry Azma called them over, and everyone understood that this was their lord of the city, who was looking for a place to find a place to find clues by interrogating the person in charge of troop carrier No. 77, and then to put a solid charge on Yixiu's head.

As for Barry Azma's desire to use this to declare that Ikkyu has committed an unforgivable sin in righteousness, so that Ikkyu will die willingly, and the city lord wants to make another wave of elimination of Ichikyu's golden cicada temple henchmen before he dies, and then it will definitely be more uncomfortable than death, of course, the city lord's insidious intentions to the extreme, but very few people can guess.

In this way, another two minutes passed in a stalemate between the two sides, and then, outside the long, somewhat dimly lit passage of the control room, a brief sound of footsteps slowly came, and it got closer and closer.

Barry Azma's crackling fists, which had been clenched, began to slow down slowly at this moment, and he looked at Commander Handa, who was walking between the two columns of cavalry, slowly walking towards him.