As long as there is ignorance and misery in this world, a work of the same nature as this book will never be unhelpful.

- Victor Hugo

The flattering eyes were made for the blind to see.

Du Long never dreamed that King Qin's passive skill would be this.

"Great Qin King Ducateo, Passive Skill: Eye of True Vision."

No wonder he was able to get himself out of hiding, with such a pair of eyes that could see through disguise, becoming an assassin, or an assassin killer, was naturally a simple matter. With this skill, Ducateo was able to survive the bloody storm when he took the throne.

"Since it has fallen into your hands, the winner is king, and the loser is the villain. I don't have much to say, but I want to die quickly. ”

The shadow of the blade now, the former hidden dragon, crooked his neck and said so.

There was no respect for the supreme king of the whole country, or for the people he followed all his life, and there was no fear of death, only the regret and relief of the destiny of heaven. He seemed to be a tough guy, and it was not known how long he could last under torture, but at that time, the King of Qin did not use these methods.

"What if I said I'm going to recruit you?" King Qin, who was only thirty years old, said.

"You are still so young, and you have already stepped into such a realm, which is enough to prove that you are talented. Isn't it a pity that there is not so much fame to enjoy, and not so much wealth to squander, so simply die in prison? King Qin comforted.

"Hmph" Du Long snorted coldly, as if he couldn't hear King Qin's speech.

"When a man is alive, if he doesn't make meritorious contributions and fight on the battlefield, why don't he spend the rest of his life in prison? Are you worthy of your talent and your efforts? King Qin asked.

"Phew." Du Long spat in disdain.

"Even if Great Qin is invincible in the world, it's not like someone from a background like me can't survive? Anyway, I can't survive, so it's better for me to eat two more sips of wine and come to the refreshment. Du Long retorted.

"He who deserves to survive is born to live; And the damned one, he can't live when he is born. ”

Young Du Long took a sip of wine.

"I'll sit down and take two sips too?"

"Yo? Condescension. ”

Seeing that His Majesty was about to sit on the ground, the jailer, who knew him very well, opened the cell door and rushed over.

"Your Majesty, no!"

Then, with a dash, he slid directly under the ass of King Ducateo.

The three jailers scrambled for this opportunity, and almost fought.

Of course, the winner in the end, the fastest man who skated, deservedly became the mount of His Majesty.

What they are competing for is not the opportunity to be a human flesh, but an opportunity to change their lives and become human beings.

He knew that even though he was being sat under his ass today, as long as His Majesty appreciated him, he would be able to rise to the top and let others be his human cushions! There is still a family to support at home, and money is always not too much. Maybe you can even marry Mrs. Sanfang! Even if you just get a bounty, when you get home, you can make your wife excitedly fry two more dishes.

As the great writer of the same demon clan is disgusting-Rousseau once said:

The desire for power is distorted.

Du Long glanced at King Qin coldly.

Seeing the change in Du Long's eyes, King Qin narrowed his eyes on the spot. He is a person who is eager to seek talent, and when he meets such a talent, if he doesn't have a hidden killer passive, it is unknown who will kill the deer, how could he let go of the opportunity to recruit such a strong person? The demon clan is eyeing each other and waiting for it. Only by making yourself strong and making your power strong can you protect the Qin State, a weak but beautiful and stoic country, and can you take on the heavy responsibility of your own mountain!

He knew that Du Long was not happy, so in order to express his sincere kindness. He said:

"Don't go to another one and make a seat for Mr. Hidden Dragon?!"

He thought it was the Hidden Dragon who thought his king had a seat, and the Hidden Dragon didn't.

Du Long's eyes almost burst out on the spot.

Another jailer came up like a baboon.

Humans have been around for 1.3 million years, but at some point they are getting closer and closer to their ancestors and distant relatives.

"Lord Hidden Dragon!" He smiled flatteringly, hoping that Du Long, the Shadow of the Blade, would sit up. In this way, it will be possible to have a dialogue with His Majesty the King on an equal footing. In the Qin State, only nobles were able to enjoy such treatment. Although Du Long didn't understand it, this etiquette was already an act of transgression in the Qin State. If it were in the court, Ducateo, who was not yet a megatron, would even be classified as a court disgrace and become a laughing stock of all countries.

The Hidden Dragon's eyes were about to burst out, anger causing his eyes to turn red from bloodshot engorgement - he saw himself in the two men. The young Du Long is no better than the old Du Long today, and he is far from reaching the kind of cultivation that is light and light, smiling at the wind and clouds. He was angry, because he felt empathy, he was angry, because of what the king of Qin had done, he was angry, because he knew that he, along with his eldest brother, and the people of the Sewer Brotherhood, had also been sat under his ass, even to the Netherworld! Even though he was still standing. But he knew that those who stood did not necessarily stand up. There is no difference between standing and kneeling for many people.

His anger had made him lose his mind, but even if he did, a person who thought he was going to die would not care about the consequences of his actions. The blood and qi surged, straight to the door of the brain. Four words rushed out like a volcanic eruption:

Eat lemon (1).

"What?!"

"Me? Wind! ”

No matter how supreme the identity of the person in front of you is, and how powerful the person in front of you is. I don't care that the person in front of him decides his fate, Du Long doesn't care about this!

Du Long shouted hoarsely! He stretched his body and shouted by pulling his neck. He couldn't kill this man with a sword,

Therefore, he can only stretch his neck like a peacock on the screen.

"I think you've lived enough!" Ducateo was angry. This person is just shameless!

He drew his sword out of its sheath, and the bejeweled greatsword shone brightly. Legend has it that this sword is worth a fortune. He was ready to kill this guy with a single sword.

"In thirty years, no one has dared to insult me!" Ducateo shouted.

"Now there's it!" Dulong shouted.

"I have been sincere to you, and you have insulted me. If I don't kill you today, I can't solve the hatred in my heart! ”

Ducateo continued to shout.

Du Long finally opened his mouth and said a long list of words.