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Tang Zhangwei pushed too hard, and he almost dislocated.

In fact, Tang Zhangwei should not have worked so hard, because this kind of work is practical and does not require Tang Zhangwei to come out in person, and this kind of small thing should never and should not be done by Tang Zhangwei himself.

In Tang Zhaozong's mind, these jobs are not what Tang Zhangwei should do.

However, Tang Zhangwei just did it, Tang Zhaozong was helpless, after all, Tang Zhangwei did these things willingly. If Tang Zhaozong said too much, Tang Zhangwei might be disgusted, and it would also increase the contradiction between Tang Zhangwei and him.

Therefore, Tang Zhaozong chose not to say it. That's what a smart person does.

It's not good to blame others, and it's not good to intimidate others. Only when your intelligence is clearly superior to others, you don't say that this is the real ability.

Tang Zhaozong liked the pleasure of his IQ crushing, but it was a pity that Tang Zhangwei held the actual power of the Tang Dynasty, and Tang Zhaozong could only laugh in the back.

However, Tang Zhaozong also has his own pride.

In this way, the world will "Run!" Heron shouted, shoving her away from her side, and she jerked herself to her knees. The dragon of Lyadis roared by, and burned another black scar on the turf.

The dragon re-ascended into the air, ready to dive again. Heron scrambled to his feet and rushed at full speed towards a wooded field next to the battlefield. The forest was sparsely packed, and at best it was a relatively lush hedge, but at least the dragon couldn't fly between the trees.

Lyadis didn't follow up. He landed on the grass a few yards away and slowly descended the dragon. The dragon folded its wings and poked its head into the trees. Its owner reclined on a tree and whistled in a toneless manner.

"I can burn you out!" He waited a moment before speaking.

There was no movement in the bushes.

"Are you in that holly?"

Holly immediately became a ball of fire.

"I'm sure there's movement on the Sheep's Tooth Fern side."

The sheep's tooth fern suddenly turned into a pinch of white ash.

"You're wasting your time, barbarian. Why don't you surrender quickly? I've burned thousands of people, and no one has cried out in pain. Lyades said as he looked into the trees around him.

The dragon continued to walk through the woods, cremating every suspected bush or sheeptooth fern to ashes. Lyadis drew his sword and waited.

Heron jumped off a tree, landed and ran. The dragon behind him roared wildly and turned around, and a large area of the surrounding trees was trampled down. Heron ran and ran, her eyes fixed on Lyades, her hand clutching a dead twig.

There is a fact that not many people know about the fact that a two-legged animal is faster than a four-legged animal if it runs short distances. The reason is simple, a four-legged animal needs more time to free up all its legs. Heron heard the sound of claws scraping at the ground behind her, followed by an ominous "boom". The dragon's wings were already half-open and about to take off.

Heron rushed forward, and the sword of the dragon Lord Riades stabbed at him fiercely, only to stab into the branches. Subsequently, Heron's whole body crashed into him. Both fell to the ground on their backs.

The dragon roared.

Heron thrust Riades' knee up as if he had studied anatomy. Lyadis screamed and punched the barbarian's nose.

Heron kicked the ground and got up, only to find that in front of him was the dragon's long, angry face, and his nostrils were already gaping......

Lyadis was trying to get up when Heron flew up and hit the temple. Lyadis fell headlong.

The dragon is gone. The fireball that had just erupted flew in front of Heron and became a puff of heat. There was a sudden silence all around, except for the "crackling" sound of burning branches and leaves.

Heron carried the unconscious Dragon Lord onto his shoulders and walked briskly towards the battlefield. Halfway through, he spotted Leo! Teh lay on his stomach in the square, one leg awkwardly bent. Heron bent down and shouted at him, carrying him onto the other shoulder.

Riesa and the general counsel waited on a high platform at the end of the meadow. The Dragonmaiden had mostly regained her composure, still calm when Heron threw her two older brothers on the steps at her feet. The people standing beside her had a deferential posture, as if they had surrendered to her.

"Kill them." She said.

"Kill when I want to." He said, "No matter what, no one who is unconscious can be killed." ”

"There's no better time than this!" The General Counsel said. Riesa snorted.

"Then I'll expel them." She said, "As soon as they leave the magic field in Wilmburg, they will lose their 'summoning power', and they will be nothing more than two bandits." So you're satisfied, right? ”

"Okay."

"I didn't expect you to be so compassionate, wild ...... Heron. ”

Heron shrugged his shoulders, "For someone like me, there is no other choice but to take care of his image at all times. He looked around, "Where's the next level?" ”

"Let me warn you, the third level is very dangerous. You can always quit if you wish. If you pass, you will be the king of Velmburg and, of course, my lawful husband. ”

Heron and her looked at each other. He suddenly felt that he had lived half his life in the long nights, sleeping under the stars, and waking up to fight to the death against his enemies: trolls, guards, countless robbers, evil priests, and—at least three times—demigods, half-humans. What are you doing for yourself? Indeed, he himself admitted that he had caught a lot of treasures, but in the end, why was he still empty-handed? Rescuing besieged girls is a bit of a sweetheart, but in most cases, in the end, he will place them in certain cities, find them a good family, and have to pay a large dowry. For it will not be long before even the most gentle former maiden develops a strong desire for possessiveness, and has little sympathy for his efforts to save maidens like her. In short, he lived half his life and had nothing but fame and scars. It can be fun to be a king. Heron grinned. Occupying the mountain as the king, guarding so many dragons, so many thugs, who can not be satisfied? Besides, this chick is not bad-looking.

"How about it, do you want to go to the third level?" She said.

"Am I still unarmed?" Heron asked.

Riesa reached for her helmet and let go of her curly red hair. Then, she unfastened the pins of her robe, and she was wearing nothing inside.

Heron's gaze swept over her body, and two abacus clicked open in her head. An abacus was busy valuing her jewelry—gold bracelets, tiger-striped ruby on toe rings, small sequins pinned to her navel, and a rather distinctive pair of silver wire covers. The other abacus directly estimates its libido. The total sum of the two abacus was quite satisfactory to him.

She smiled and handed over a glass of wine to him, "This time, I think you have a weapon." ”

"He didn't save you either!" The exhausted Lingsi Feng said the last word he could think of.

(End of chapter)

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