Chapter 157: The King and the Assassin (6)

Comparing hearts to hearts is the secret to successful communication.

—Ducateo, King of Great Qin

"Aren't the jailers human! Do the jailers deserve to be sat under your ass! Do we deserve to be sat under the ass by the aristocracy! Dog Emperor! It's because of you, it's because of so many wars, that I don't have a home! It's because of you that my eldest brother got sick and died in the sewers! There are so many people with natural abilities, you eat them and drink them, why can't you save them! Speak! Aren't they people! It's all because of you! ”

Du Long's eyes were red. He was still standing, and he was still about to beat the king of Qin. Of course, such heavy shackles and leg cuffs naturally restricted his movements. As a result, he looks like a vicious dog with a vicious but non-threatening leash around his neck.

The vicious Du Long is actually no threat, and the so-called Dog Emperor looks so calm. The emperor who drew his sword did not want to kill. Everything is the opposite.

The world is unpredictable. The truth is often hidden behind appearances.

I'm afraid the only thing we can confirm here is the appearance and reality of the jailer being sat under the ass.

However, although the scolded emperor was still quiet on the surface, his heart blossomed.

I'm not afraid that you will speak, but I am afraid that you will not speak. As long as there is an appeal, there is room for an offer.

As long as you are willing to speak, you are willing to communicate. As long as he meets his innermost requirements, he will be able to influence and change him.

"I see." Ducateo put away his sword of "Bright Blindness".

"Get out." Ducateo calmed down and drove the two jailers out.

"It was just a joke, Hidden Dragon Strongman, please take a seat."

Ducateo clasped his hands together, holding the sleeve of his shirt with his left hand and pointing to the ground with his right hand, motioning for the dragon to sit down.

As mentioned before, the king of Qin instructed the jailers to give this strong man the cells with better conditions here. Therefore, there is no vomit here, no cockroaches, and no rats, blood, moss, human bones and scavenging insect larvae. Unlike other loss-making cells, everything in this cell has been cleaned up - although the facilities are the same as the other cells in order to hide their eyes. But I believe that any prisoner in the prison of the Qin State will be happy after coming here, and even if they are desperate, I am afraid that they will do their best to stay here.

However, this can only be a pipe dream.

Nobody cares about them. They have no value.

They don't have any money, and they don't have the money themselves—and the rich don't come here.

"You're so good at talking!" Du Long said angrily.

He didn't want to listen to the Dog Emperor. Now all the friends associated with him are dead, leaving only the parasites on his body. Wouldn't he be afraid of being threatened with his friends, as for torture? As a person with shadow abilities, Du Long is definitely not afraid of this. When necessary, he is even able to cut off the senses of his whole body, thus avoiding all pain. It's a big deal.

Alone, with no future and no hope, he just wants to die quickly.

However, the king of Qin ignored him, and after the gesture was finished, he sat down on his own.

There was no human cushion, and the king of Qin's golden body sat on the thatched ground in order to impress the hidden dragon.

He had never done anything like this in the last thirty years. However, it was also the first time he had met someone who could compete with him at this age. Therefore, it is naturally worthwhile to make more sacrifices in order to recruit better talent.

Well, that's a weird feeling.

King Qin had never experienced this kind of feeling, even if the thatched ground was not bare, it was naturally warm for no one to sit up. At the same time, the thatched floor is not as thick as a person's back, and it is a bit hard and uncomfortable to sit on.

Du Long kept his neck tilted and never sat down, and King Qin had been sitting here all the time. The two of them didn't say a word between them. After a while, Ducateo, the "world's best master", changed to a more comfortable sitting position, expanding the force area, so that the pressure would become smaller under the condition that the body's own weight remained the same. Therefore, the king of Great Qin adopted this sitting posture:

Very domineering, use your feet to feel the pulse and rhythm of the earth, that is the breath of Mother Earth! Then put the buttocks evenly on the position close to the ankles, tightly seamless, as stable as Mount Tai, symbolizing the unbreakable position of the Great Qin King in the empire! He maintained an unbreakable alliance with the various nobles of the kingdom.

When Du Long saw it, his eyes widened, as if he was intimidated by the emperor's domineering spirit, and stared at him tightly.

Finally, he spoke, and it seemed that he was definitely going to surrender.

Ducateo, however, noticed a slight smile in the dragon's eyes.

"The dignified Emperor actually knelt down to me?"

[What's that?] Ducateo looked at his knees in surprise.

Even if he is as powerful and noble as him, he can't help but want to scold his mother.

However, as a superior person, you must always maintain an elegant demeanor. Maintain your demeanor as a nobleman.

"No, you don't have the culture to probably not know. During the period of the Magical Civilization and the Desert Empire, this method of sitting was most prevalent. They call it 'sitting upright', and at the same time, when the enemy comes, it can also be transformed into a 'dangerous sitting' practice. Often, when such a sitting posture is adopted, it is a peaceful and orderly world, and it is a prosperous era of strength and civilization. On the contrary, when civilization disappears, when culture disappears, when order is destroyed, and when power is no longer strong, people will adopt this way of sitting and being ready to run away. ”

Du Long couldn't help but reverie, what kind of place should it be, what kind of era, so that people can neither worry about their own manners nor their own lives, and choose such an inconvenient sitting posture to escape!

Looking back at the past, Du Long later asked His Majesty many times where his scroll of books on sitting postures was hidden. His Majesty said, let him go to the study to find it himself. Therefore, Du Long has read all of His Majesty's books in 20 years. Later, on the way to diplomacy, he traveled around the world in search of rune scrolls. The main purpose is not to refine one's work, but to find one's dream.

Du Long smiled. Later, he really found the book about the magical civilization and the sitting posture of the desert empire.

But it's useless anymore.

The emperor died. He died in the triumph of his last triumph.

Du Long seemed to feel that tears were about to fall, but years of cultivation made him hold back his tears, and his eyes were just red.