Wangshu, who was kneeling on one knee, lowered his head, and involuntarily felt humble, and the touch on the top of his head made his tired body feel pressure.

Wangshu had long known that Draculapong would not trust him 100%, so he wanted to follow his wishes to capture Xing Zeyuan and Youyou alive. This old fox has not lived in vain for so many years. After scolding in his heart, Wangshu slowly raised his head, he slowly resisted the force above his head, and then looked at Draculapong.

The golden pupils and Draculapun's one-eyed gaze intertwined, fighting the latter with an invisible temperament, but not too tough. As the current head of the world government, Wangshu must make his position clear and not let Drapeng look down on him, otherwise it will be very troublesome.

If a person is weak once or twice in a row, everyone will think that he is easy to bully, even if Wangshu can't be presumptuous, he must be appropriately tough. This is a university question of being a human being!

"Senior, what I said is true!"

Draculapong didn't speak, just increased the force on his fingers. Wangshu's words were too little, too few were unnatural, and he should explain them well now.

"I want to prove my sincerity!"

"How do you prove it?"

"If the seniors could look directly into my heart, they would definitely get a satisfactory answer. ”

Wangshu's face was full of piety, but he couldn't fool Drapen, and there was a shrewd light in his one eye. The latter didn't say anything, as if he was saying that he didn't believe it, waiting for Wangshu to give him a better explanation.

This is the practice of the only strong man, not saying anything, just waiting for the other party to do it. People who don't have the strength can't do such a thing, because there is not enough capital. Draculapong is pressing Wangshu, if the latter's psychological defense is broken and he speaks his true heart, he may face the threat of death in the next second.

This is not as simple as testing concentration, even the strong are difficult to persevere. The sweat on his forehead was like a legged foot worm, sliding down the side of Wangshu's face. The latter is like a mortal kneeling on the ground, looking up at the Creator who is squatting taller than himself, and he does everything he can to gain the Creator's trust.

"Senior, I won't let you down, do you still need Dream Star Zeyuan and Yanxuan Youyou?"

In the end, Wangshu still asked this sentence, which is a good topic.

"Yes!"

Wangshu's face was solemn, if he wanted to fool Drapen, he had to fool himself first.

"Meng Xing Zeyuan and Yan Xuan Youyou have delayed a lot of things for the World Government, I will definitely arrest them back, and ask my seniors to give me a deadline. ”

The palm above his head was released, and Draculapong slowly returned to his throne.

"It's up to you!"

It is said that you will have enough food and clothing to do it yourself, but setting your own time is a tormenting thing, and you can't do it if the time is short, and Draculapong will be dissatisfied if it is long. Wangshu disguised himself from the inside out, looking at Draculapun's eyes with a little admiration and confusion, like a teenager without an idea, racking his brains to think.

Within a second, Wangshu's brain was running rapidly, like a gear turning to the limit.

How long should it take? It must not be measured in years or days, it will take months? A month? No, the time of January is too tight, it cannot be done at all, the Gade Army and the Red Shield still have some strength, and if the World Government takes the initiative to attack, it will definitely go to the Eastern Regions, which is the home of the Gade Army, they will be at a disadvantage, and it will definitely not work in a month!

Four months? Four months seems to be too long, and now it's only half a month's journey from here to the Eastern Realm, three months?

Wangshu is not easy to decide, and he struggles for a long time. Suddenly, he remembered a sentence that Xing Zeyuan had said, and in that sentence, there was a number that made him feel at this time.

"Two years is too short to become stronger, four years is too long, I am afraid of forgetting this pain. Three years! We agreed for three years, and after three years, we all have to come back alive!"

This sentence was said by Xing Zeyuan at the end of the Blackwater Battle before entering the "Rentian" Star Array, and when he thought of the Blackwater Battle, he thought of incineration. But time was running out now, and the dead silence around him was like a silently diminishing countdown, warning Wangshu to answer quickly. He didn't stop his sweat from flowing downward, but its flow was also time to go.

After hundreds of thoughts, Wangshu's answer was uttered in less than a second.

"Senior, give me three months. ”

Three months, this time is quite modest, not long or short, and many people seem to have a special preference for three.

Draculapong in Wangshu's eyes nodded quietly, and then said in a voice of vicissitudes:

"If Dream Xing Zeyuan and Yanxuan Youyou don't come here after three months, you and your army can disappear!"

"Senior ......"

"Say!"

"Why do you want to implicate the army, I ......"

Draculapong had his back to the seat with his hands on the armrests, but he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs and his fingers crossed.

"Because there are people from the world government who attack the dusty world. ”

Among the sixteen leaders, excluding Yangpu, who has severed ties with the world government, there are a total of eight soldiers of the world government army, although many of them have retired, but they cannot get rid of the reality of being the world government army!

"Seniors, most of the world governments are loyal to the Gumen Division!"

"How much is the majority?"

How can this kind of question be answered? Wangshu stiffened his head, his tone was a little short, and his breathing changed accordingly. This detail was seen by Draculapun and remembered with it.

"Except for all those who are disloyal to the Gumensi!"

"Guangqi Wangshu, I have my own army, and they can wipe out the World Government in an instant. Even now, as the leader, you can't stop the offensive tide of the undead army. They have painless bodies and the strength of their lives, and at the slightest command from me, they will carry a banner with my name on it and step on every living creature that rebels against me. ”

Wangshu frowned slightly, yes, from Lu Fan's mouth, he already roughly knew the strength of the Gumen Division, but he only described the army of the Ancient Gate Division, and forgot about the one in front of him who was close to the god - Romet Draculapong!

"Their butcher's knives will show no mercy, and the blood will soak their stiff bodies, and when the time comes, those who do not submit will die! You can't stop me, but if you don't follow my footprints, I will let you and your army become the first blood of my creation and godhood!"

Wangshu bowed his head and said in a surrendered tone:

"I won't disappoint you!"

Draculapong noticed before, when it comes to the army, Wangshu's look is very bad, so it seems that he is indeed a very good leader. It's a pity that such a person can't become a real strong man, and he can't become a god!

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes!"

Wangshu saluted, then retired, sweating profusely as he left.

He was gone, but Draculapong was still in this world, in the nineteenth floor of the high-rise building, three figures walked out from behind the brocade seat. The three of them were tall, thin, and fat! They had been standing behind their seats all the time, but the horror was that Guangqi Wangshu had not noticed their breath from beginning to end, even if they were only less than ten meters apart.

The tall man's name was Ten, and he asked:

"Gao Zu, why don't we go and capture Dream Xing Zeyuan and Yan Xuan Youyou, so that you can recover your strength as soon as possible. ”

Ten's eyes were not good, and he was wrong when he saluted, and he spoke facing the stone pillar. When the other two reminded him, Draculapong said:

"No, the use of the world government is not very valuable, these things, let's let them go!"

"Yes, Gaozu!"

Ten saluted again, but still in the wrong direction.

"Gao Zu, there is a mistake in the Star Array Magic Map!"

This short man is called Three, and he has bad ears, so he speaks loudly.

"Say!"

After Draculapong spoke, the dwarf was silent, bending over as if he was still waiting for Draculapun's order.

"Hey, third, Gaozu asked you to continue!"

Ten yelled at Three's neck, but Three heard it anyway.

"Gao Zu, the 'Group Gods Netherworld Diagram' and the 'Immortal Heaven Losing Diagram' are very close, and the 'Deep Blood Precept Diagram' seems to have left the Garden of Divine Beasts and is constantly approaching the new world. ”

"Keep watching, send someone to see what's going on. ”

"Yes!"

This time the three heard, Draculapong said to himself:

"Since the star array magic map is slowly gathered together, it is really interesting, it seems that this feast of becoming a god is still being remembered by others!"

Ten and three, and the fat man on one side, his name is Nian, and the three of them knelt down at the same time to show their loyalty!

"It's a pity...... In this world, there can only be one god!"

Draculapeng's vicissitudes of life are full of wrinkles, and compared to him, Xihe is still relatively young. They had found the carriage that had been set up before, when the snow-white Querk drove, the scarred and three of them sat in the carriage, Xue Baobao was now a little weak, lying on Xi He's lap, and Xi He tilted his head and rested on Fan Ao's shoulder.

Fan Ao didn't dare to move, for fear of startling Xihe, he was very tired now and needed a good rest. Fan Ao was also a little tired from the previous battle, so she had been dozing off, and in order not to let herself move, she kept her eyes closed, and kept pinching her thighs to keep herself awake.

Xi and Ben didn't sleep, so he sit, not lying down, but he didn't expect to fall asleep all of a sudden, he has always slept during the day!

They don't have the communication equipment in their hands and the undercover contact with the world government, so they can only get there tomorrow if they go to the arc port in person. Thinking of this, Quirk had always felt that this plan would not work, but in order to secure the direction of Xing Zeyuan, they had to do it.

A pure yellow carrier pigeon flapped its wings and slowly landed on Quirk's shoulder, and without looking back, he asked:

"How's the situation at Arc Harbor?"

"The Gade Army and the Red Shield people have fled, and their direction is estimated to be through the Yuan Disaster Realm back to the Eastern Realm, and our undercover agent has also been killed in battle, so there is no need to go to the Arc Harbor, change the plan!"

"Okay, then I'll turn around now and go back to Red River City first. ”

"Well, I also told the emperor to let them all come back first and not go anywhere, so that they can get rid of the suspicion in Guangqi Wangshuna, and they can also find time to recover their strength. ”

Liu Yiming's combat effectiveness is not low, except for fighting, it is like this to maintain communication.

"Okay, you pay attention to Xing Zeyuan's direction, no matter what, you must grasp his position!"

"Understood!"

With that, the pigeon on Quirk's shoulder stopped talking, and it seemed to be stunned, not knowing why it was here. When the carrier pigeon came to its senses, it fluttered its wings in horror and hurried away from the sky!

Turning around in the middle of the jungle avenue, Querk waved his horsewhip, the sound of which alarmed the green lizards basking in the sun on the roadside.

At this time, the confused Wangshu returned to Vodevdo, he had come here from the Dust World, so it was relatively slow. Walking alone to the empty arc port, it was almost dark, the wounded were rescued, and the dead also had a place to live, but the wreckage of the battleships in the harbor was floating on the water, looking lonely.

Looking at the twilight sea, the white capes of the World Government hung on the masts that were mostly sunk in the sea, and they fluttered with the wind, somewhat like the mourning flags of a cemetery.

If there were a painter here, he would definitely be able to paint a magnificent scene, or see the big from the small, and outline the cruelty of war. Wangshu is not a painter, let alone a poet, he is just a failure, and the Van Saldo predecessors who guided him died in the dusty world, but he could not do anything.

With a dead heart, everything is worth mourning.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him.