Miro turned his head to look at Luke and said with a playful smile: "Do you know what a big shot is?" ”

"Powerful and intelligent?" Luke scratched his head and subconsciously replied.

"No, it's nonsense."

Miro shook his head, walked to the wine cabinet, and said in a leisurely tone: "The so-called big man and leader can be a wine bag and a rice bag, and he can have no other skills, but he must be able to speak well......"

When Miró was a Dark Earl, he would often go with his father to meetings of the family or clan (the Black Wings).

He was a young boy at the time, and there were some things he couldn't understand.

Why is it that every time there is a meeting, the bigwigs and leaders are late and let everyone wait, that's all.

He couldn't understand that many times, when things that could be summed up in a few sentences, the leaders had to add fuel and vinegar, talk nonsense, and say a lot of nonsense to waste time.

A meeting that should have ended in half an hour often can't be finished in 2~3 hours, and the more saints who participate in the meeting, the lower the efficiency.

Especially for large-scale meetings, they are stinky and long, there is not much real content, there are many tricks, and they are opening speeches and concluding speeches, almost all of which are meaningless scenes.

If you don't understand, he asks his father after a long clan meeting.

As a result, his father laughed, first complimented him a few words, and then asked:

"How can you highlight your importance without being the finale?

Can't talk nonsense for an hour in one breath, and I'm embarrassed to say that I'm a big guy? ”

At that time, Miro was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he realized that blind chicken bullying and nonsense are the basic skills of big people......

The werewolf duke Luke laughed dumbly when he heard this, and to be honest, he and Miro unexpectedly fell in love.

Luke stretched: "Marcus will know that you are perfunctory to him when he comes back to his senses." ”

Miró took out a bottle of champagne and poured himself a glass, and had just been talking for an hour in one breath, and his mouth was a little dry.

Chunxiang's wine went down, Miro breathed a sigh of relief, sat down again, and set up Erlang's legs: "I know what to do, I can't help him."

Anyway, I'm handsome, I can fight, I'm a leader, and everything I say is right. ”

Luke: "............"

I, Miro Malaisani, am here now, except for some old immortals, I am the most beautiful boy of the Holy Descendants.

I'm just sitting here, I'm arrogant, whoever doesn't accept it, if he has the ability, he will come to beat me.

A quarter of an hour later, Marcus was hurrying with a stack of papers, and had reached the doorway downstairs.

As soon as he came out of this building, as soon as he arrived in a small alley, his face immediately turned red, then turned blue, and finally turned black.

"Miro, you son of a bitch!"

When he came back to his senses, he lowered his voice and scolded bitterly, no wonder he would be angry, he could have held a promotion ceremony now.

Now it has been postponed until a year later, to serve as the fuse of the war......

The next day, the sun the size of a car canopy peeked out of the horizon, and a new day began on the plains.

Early in the morning, people in various villages and towns had just woken up, and a piece of news caused a huge sensation and ignited people's curiosity.

"Nickname Outside! The hero Zolo stepped forward and led the crowd to kill the rape Marcelo! ”

A newsboy in jeans, shaking the newspaper in his hand, ran neatly through the street.

"Give me a newspaper!"

A businessman in a gentleman's hat handed the newsboy a copper coin and took a copy of the newspaper that had been printed overnight and still smelled of ink.

The above content is divided into several sections, all about the fall of the Skull Gang and the killing of the rape Marcello.

Shocked, the hero Zolo made a strong shot and killed the old opponent Ghost Hand, and in the battle, he actually used this move!

Shockingly, the boss of the Axe Gang, Higg, blew himself up as Marcelo and threatened to shoot him at the wall.

Higg chose to kill his relatives in righteousness, why did the "father and son" turn against each other?

The Kingdom has not given up here, and the righteous judgment will come! -- Farorand, Game 7.

"Great, the Skeletrons are finally finished!"

"Thank you, Zolo! We misunderstood him before, he's always been a good guy! ”

"The Hig Gang is Bo Yuntian, a real man, dare to swing a knife at the ghost hand, the axe gang is good!"

There was a lot of discussion, and the streets that should have been deserted in the early morning were noisy, and many people shouted.

Since the outbreak of the Ghoul Rebellion, coupled with the Skeleton Gang's human raids, the people of the plains have been panicked and the atmosphere has been depressing.

The killing of Marcelo this time relieved everyone's nervousness to a certain extent.

These newspapers were printed by the 7th Bureau, and they were sent to various villages and towns, and they played a role in reassuring people's hearts.

Orange Town, Little Widow Hospital.

The ups and downs outside Wren didn't pay attention, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, he took out the resources such as the fourth-order demon spirit, the fountain of resurrection, and the red heart grass in the storage ring.

Leaving the ring on the second floor, he picked up the items and walked to the secret room on the first floor.

The storage ring contained a fourth-order [Spell Spirit] level headless horseman, but he had not moved.

Although Wren didn't feel the headless horseman's malice, he naturally guarded against him before he figured out his purpose.

He certainly doesn't wear the ring with him when he gets promoted.

"In the underground ashram, the Spirit Gathering Array has been carved and checked correctly, are you ready?" The old goat looked at Wren and asked with a solemn expression.

Wren nodded: "No problem, open the door." ”

In a secret room on the first floor of the hospital, in front of a black iron door.

Click, as the key was inserted, a crisp mechanical turning sound sounded, and the iron door slowly opened.

"You go in, I'm here to preside over the operation of the external formation." The old goat handed Wren a special key.

He reached out and took it, Shirley had taken him into the basement once before, so he didn't know anything.

Wren stepped into the iron door, his footsteps echoing through the narrow dark hallway, and far away in silence, no more noise.

He walked through the narrow passage and opened a secret door with a crescent-shaped key.

Following the stone staircase behind the secret door, with the help of elegant gas lamps inlaid on the walls on both sides, Wren walked step by step into the depths of darkness.

After a while, the space grew larger, and he came to a large hall.

Glancing at the dozens of large boxes filled with demon hunting bullets and overflowing with holy power, Wren didn't look any further and entered the quiet room engraved with the Spirit Gathering Array.

To begin, he took a deep breath to calm his excitement.

"Click~"

Wren reached out and pressed the gray translucent goblin into the groove in the center of the Spirit Gathering Circle.

The aura of the stars penetrated through his body, and the specks of fluorescent light were like grains of dust, lingering on the surface of his body, and spiritual energy was poured into the ground from the palm of his hand like flowing water.

The formation was slowly activated, and the blue veins on the white jade floor tiles lit up, forming a complex pattern.

Wren sat in the center of the formation, putting the red heart grass, the [Praise of Nature] potion, the petals of the yellow spring flower, a bottle of 500 ml of the Fountain of Resurrection, white frost powder, and golden jade ointment...... These materials are put away one by one.

Promoted to the fourth rank, it's time to begin.