If you want to blame, you can only blame the ancient Yinggou period, and there was no requirement for dry garbage and wet garbage classification.

The loot hunted by Win Gou, the meat eater, the winemaker, and the remaining bone slag was thrown aside, which was probably the first prototype of the Throne of Bones;

Until now, this unethical way of disposing of garbage is punishable by fines and education.

Therefore, you really can't force Wingo to recognize what the garbage you threw away on a particular day.

Zhou Ze estimated that this sculpture must be very aggrieved in his heart,

He was once a defeated soldier of Win Hook,

And regard winning hooks as the enemy of life,

however

In the eyes of Yinggou, he is just a passerby B who has long forgotten.

"Boom!"

Raise your hand,

downward pressure,

The gazebo collapsed.

After destroying the gazebo, Boss Zhou clapped his hands and signaled that the old belt could continue to lead the way.

Lao Dai himself has already said that he was originally a "Huang Gai", but he knew that the current affairs were Junjie, and he directly turned against Zhou Ze's side.

Continue to go up, there are not many steps left, after all, this mountain is not very high, the same height of the wolf mountain in the city has been climbed more than once in the previous life, its mountain road is designed to twist and turn, but to go up with one mind, it will take fifteen minutes for adults.

And the mountain road here is even more straight and straight, so it is naturally shorter.

When you reach the top of the mountain,

The vision is clear.

There is a large round platform in front of it, and there are more than ten iron pillars standing around the round platform, which is very powerful.

In the center of the round platform is the Throne of White Bones, shrouded in the cold, with a full sense of special effects, just like playing an online game and seeing the artifact in front of your eyes.

On either side of the White Bone Throne, there were three masked men standing on each side, and in the cave on the mountain wall farther away, nearly a hundred black shadows could be seen looking there.

At the moment, if nothing else, it should be the last line of defense.

Zhou Ze stopped,

sat down directly on the ground,

Place the shoulder bag on your lap and unzip it.

Coke

ketchup

vinegar

sugar

salt

These were all prepared by Yingying in advance, and the attentive maid took into account that the boss would be difficult to swallow if he only ate potatoes, so she prepared the seasoning.

Even, Zhou Ze took out a mini juicer with a battery from his shoulder bag.

Because the potatoes must be raw, each small potato contains an extremely pure and terrifying evil aura, naturally no one dares to scrape the skin in advance and cook it before bringing it to Zhou Ze.

Anyone with a slightly normal brain can think that the consequence of this is that the energy contained in the potato will be basically lost.

Therefore, Boss Zhou still has to eat raw potatoes now.

Yingying knows that her boss is not tired of eating and not getting tired of her living habits, and she is very distressed, so she prepared a juicer, not seeking to squeeze out the juice, but only to make a paste so that the boss can pinch his nose and swallow it in one bite.

That's it

The six masked guys in front of them were waiting there,

On the pillar and in the surrounding space, there are still the eyes of more than a dozen demon gods staring here.

And Boss Zhou,

then started his own picnic.

The old belt stood in front of Zhou Ze with a serious expression.

There were many dark shadows on the stone wall behind them, and there were violent and angry mood swings, presumably denouncing the hateful behavior of the old "traitor" in their way of communication.

"Let's chirp"

The small potatoes are not willing to peel the skin, because they are not willing to waste it, and the taste is really worse and worse when you bite into it, and it has an extremely strong earthy smell.

But after eating,

Zhou Ze felt a burst of joy in his heart,

Obviously, this joy does not come from Zhou Ze,

It's about winning hooks.

If he didn't know the real reason, maybe Zhou Ze would have thought that the reason why Ying Gou and the Yellow Emperor went to hell was because the food in the yang world couldn't support Ying Gou, so he could only let him go to hell to eat ghosts.

Potatoes with skin are really unpalatable,

But because of the win-hook relationship,

Zhou Ze went down one bite at a time,

I became more and more excited and happy, as if I was inhaling laughing gas.

Zhou Ze shook his head a little helplessly, and sighed in his heart:

Hey, like a kid, gluttonous.

Boss Zhou ate slowly, and the six masked people standing there were a little embarrassed, and they didn't know whether it was better to wait and see.

Zhou Ze wasn't worried about them suddenly launching,

The reason why he chooses to eat slowly is just that he feels that life needs a sense of ritual;

If the other party rushed up directly, Zhou Zeda could crush the remaining potatoes and stuff them into his mouth.

But they didn't move, and because of this, there was really no other sound around except for Boss Zhou's "baw chirp" gnawing on potatoes.

Potatoes, after all, are not many, and the yield of the first batch of improved ones is naturally not as high as the sky, but it is indeed much more hungry than the original peanuts.

After eating, Zhou Ze clapped his hands and stood up.

This is a bit like taking drugs before the start of the fight to return to the blue, saving the next fight without blue and not being able to amplify the move.

Zhou Ze's movements are like the director shouting "continue" again,

The actors are in place and getting to work.

The six masked people were sealed together, and there was light on them, and on the canopy, cyclones of various colors began to circle.

Whether it is this clan in order to avoid the fate of their own extermination, or those demon gods in order to avenge the revenge of the year,

They all have absolute motives and reasons to share the same hatred when faced with a winning hook.

The old belt is still standing at the forefront, ready to go, but after all, it is just for show.

He took refuge in Zhou Ze for his life, not for Zhou Ze to sacrifice and dedicate himself, if he died horizontally and vertically, why didn't he stand on the other side?

But the old belt still turned his head to Zhou Ze and said:

"Boss, the Throne of Bones is blocked by a seal, and as long as you can break that seal, they will lose control of the throne."

Zhou Ze nodded, the masked man over there also seemed to hear the movement, and he was so angry that he scolded directly, what was the specific scolding, Zhou Ze really didn't understand.

After all, they have been isolated and hidden here for countless years, and it is really difficult for you to get them to promote Mandarin.

There are only a few exceptions, because I have been out a few times and learned the language.

Zhou Ze crossed his hands together, pinched his knuckles, and made a crisp sound in turn;

Then he twisted his neck, and there were two more crunch sounds;

The posture of the villain is really enough.

After the preparatory actions were completed, Zhou Ze didn't bother to go up and try to break through or something, anyway, the winning hook was too much to cushion his stomach, and he should come out to do activities.

Because of the broken bottom of the cup, it would be good to eat ten apples, and it would be good to keep one, and the remaining nine would slowly dissipate over time.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

Consciousness begins to sink,

And with that,

It is the awakening of the power of winning hooks.

When Zhou Ze opened his eyes again,

The terrifying coercion actually caused the mountain to tremble, and the white bone throne in the center of the round platform also emitted a special light.

Zhou Ze's gaze swept forward,

Majestic coercion poured down,

The old belt closest to Yinggou knelt down directly,

At this moment,

He felt the real fear that was in his veins!

The bodies of the six masked people on the round platform were also trembling, almost kneeling, and the black shadows in the stone wall behind them had already prostrate on the ground, trembling.

Zhou Ze raised his head,

Look to the sky.

Those demon gods who had deliberately released their breath before were under this gaze,

One by one, as if in a race, they began to dissipate.

Because they know that

When this breath of winning hook appears,

In fact, the winner and the loser,

There is no need to discuss it.

Win hook is certainly not at his peak,

But they,

How could they be at their peak?

It was killed in ancient times, and the remnant soul was permanently suppressed because of the relationship between the White Bone Throne, and after years of polishing, it became a "spirit" around the throne.

Win Gou is certainly not the master of the Netherworld, but how can they be the giants who can stir up the side of hell in the past?

The six masked men seemed to be in disbelief, and they continued to resist the coercion from Zhou Ze while desperately trying to continue to contact those demon gods.

It's a pity,

Even if it's the good sparrow,

At this time, he did not reappear to help in the battle.

Everyone is so old, and they have long learned to be realistic.

The only people who don't want to face the reality may be these people who will be exterminated if they lower their heads.

Zhou Ze walked towards the round platform step by step,

In fact

He didn't get too excited about seeing the throne of yesteryear.

As throughout the ages,

I don't know how many people are desperate for that dragon chair,

But what they care about,

Is it really just a gold-encrusted chair?

What they want, what they care about, is the power that this chair represents.

Now, everything is in the past;

With the character of Yinggou, you let him simply snatch the chair back and have nothing to do, and when he has nothing to do, he sits on it and reminisces about the eventful years of the past.

Or sit up in a night's dream,

A slap on the armrest of the throne,

Tears of emotion:

"If only my Qing Dynasty were still ............"

Sorry, I can't do it.

Therefore, he has not been interested in taking back the throne.

But I can't bear to like my dog and want it, but I have no choice but to follow him.

Just when Yinggou was about to walk on the round platform,

Suddenly, a green beam of light appeared in the sky and fell vertically!

The six masked men below who were almost in despair and collapsed almost cried with joy,

They finally saw the light of day.

The green light fell to the ground and dissipated, revealing the appearance of a young man, dressed in green clothes, with a smile on his face, and bowing slightly;

It's just that the traces of time in the depths of his eyes still tell that he is really not young.

The six masked men immediately knelt down,

Even the old belt behind Zhou Ze kowtowed solemnly to this green-clothed little guy.

Zhou Ze also stopped.

"Master, the little slave has finally waited for you."

The little girl knelt down with tears in her eyes, and her knees kept moving in the direction of Zhou Ze.

"You threw yourself into the throne."

Zhou Ze's tone was very flat.

"Yes, the little slave had a premonition that the end was coming, so he took the initiative to order the descendants to throw my bones into the throne, and with a shy face, he also became a spirit under the throne.

Because the little slave knows, and the little slave is convinced, the master will definitely return again, the little slave wants to see the master again, and the little slave wants to wait for the master to return before continuing to serve the master.

Master, after you are gone, the Netherworld is divided by them, the hell is divided by them, the palace is divided by them, and the little slave is useless, so he can only keep this throne from being taken away.

The little slave is guilty, the little slave is useless, the little slave is guilty, please punish the master! ”

The green guy knelt and moved to Zhou Ze's side.

Zhou Ze just looked at him calmly.

In the air, there seemed to be a touching smell of the reunion of the master and servant after a long absence.

But at this moment,

The green guy who had already knelt down in front of Zhou Ze suddenly raised his head,

A green rune paper appeared in the palm of the hand,

Directly pasted on Zhou Ze, the green rune paper immediately melted, turning into beams of light that completely covered Zhou Ze's body.

In the distance, the White Bone Throne also released a green light, and in the distance, a terrifying suppressive power came from the throne!

The little guy stared at Zhou Ze with a gaze full of resentment,

Vicious:

"You are no longer the same person you used to be, and today, I will use your throne to suppress you, so that you will sink under the throne forever with us!

Aren't you proud, aren't you self-righteous, aren't you high, aren't you invincible?

I want you, just like us, like us the scum in your eyes, hahahaha!"

Followed by

He suddenly said timidly and tearfully:

"Master, don't blame the little slave;

After all

Who the was born to be a dog! ”