Surrounded by insect swarms, Edward walked through a sparse forest and up a low slope to a few hundred meters from the Celestial Tree. 『』『Words*love*first*hair http://www.Klxsw.com

www.Klxsw.com… In the top novel, 23wx looked from afar, and saw a huge obsidian placed under the trunk of the tree where more than ten people were hugging. And the top of this obsidian is carved into a giant stone chair. The back of the stone chair was seven or eight meters high, and in the hazy night, the knife-like black stone gave off an icy sheen. If you look closely, the quaint shape is like the throne of an ancient king, and the atmosphere is awe-inspiring.

As he approached, the scene became clearer. On the obsidian throne, a tall human woman sat upright. Looking up, the woman was covered in crimson carapace, shimmering with a snow-white cold light in the starlight like a thin veil.

When he walked to the throne, the cries spread out one after another, forming a circular encirclement around the throne.

Edward looked up at the woman above, slowly knelt down on one knee, and then said in a loud voice, "I, Edward Thorthy, extend my deepest greetings to the great Crimson Queen. ”

"Welcome, Baron Edward." The woman on the throne stood up, looked condescendingly at the man half-kneeling on the ground, and said slowly, "Get up." ”

"Yes." Edward stood up slowly, then looked downwards and folded his hands in front of him in a look of complete humility.

"Baron, look at me." The Crimson Queen said.

Edward immediately looked up, and saw that the upper part was dignified, good-looking, with long bright red hair, and was about thirty years old. Looking from the bottom up, her chest is very full, and there is a faint charm between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes people uneasy and in a trance.

She was once known as Thrazze Cayce, a Saint-Order Psychic of the Humans, one of the Twelve Archangels of the Temple, known as the Seraph. She was betrayed in the war sixty years ago. When he was seriously injured and dying, he was inspired by a crimson juggernaut. Descended into darkness and became a crimson queen, renamed Thrazze Bakaliel Amber.

"Great Crimson Queen, your loyal followers have good news for you." Edward said, "Tyre Fortress is underarmed, currently only garrisoned by six Academy legions and a twelve-man psionic warrior squad, and I am confident that I can take three of them. ”

"But what's in it for me?" Serazer asked.

"As far as I know, there are twenty tons of spiritual ore and three tons of black oil in the warehouses of the fortress." Edward said. However, he was not aware of the actual inventory in the warehouse, which was just a lie made up to serve a purpose. However, the warehouse of the Tyre Fortress does have a lot of spiritual ore and black oil, which are resources deliberately left behind by the previous person in charge in order to show favor to Yugo Lombal.

"Very well, Baron, I hope your information is accurate." Before he could finish speaking, Serazer flickered in front of Edward, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the latter's neck, lifting him up.

In an instant, Edward felt his throat about to be crushed. His face was flushed, and he was about to suffocate to death, and Serazer threw him to the ground.

"Remember, you only get one chance." She said lightly.

"I ...... I'm you...... Your most faithful servant, please ...... Please trust me. Edward said half-lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

Three hours later......

At 1 a.m. Silver City time, 8 p.m. Set, fifteen hours after Edward left Tyre Fortress, the iron slag lying on the bed and couldn't sleep got up, got dressed, and then woke up Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe in the VIP room next door, and took them to the office to drink.

"Can't you sleep?" Mu Qianhe shook the dark red wine in the goblet and asked with a smile.

"Hmm." Iron Slag took a sip of wine and said. He had been sleeping so much these days that he had too much energy.

"Commander~ Tell us your story, you ......" Qin Ke'er hesitated for a while and said, "Did you really grow up picking up garbage in the Northern Wilderness?" ”

After pondering for a moment, Iron Slag put down his glass and told the two daughters about his experiences from the age of eight to fourteen.

Ever since the death of the Iron Old Man, he has been working alone in the garbage dump of Silver City Thirteen. At that time, Tieshan Town was mixed with gangs, and the sheriff was mediocre and lacked courage, hiding in the office all day long, hugging Xiaomi, and basically didn't care about anything except collecting taxes. As a result, the dump was divided into more than 30 areas according to different dumping points, each of which was managed by a different force. Some of these factions have been aided by the Iron Old Man, or have respected the Iron Old Man's character, allowing the Iron Slag to operate in the area under their control.

There are three kinds of garbage in No. 13 Silver City, the least valuable is domestic garbage, followed by electrical waste, and the most valuable is mechanical waste. At that time, the eight-year-old iron slag only recognized some of the valuable mechanical parts, so he was active at the two mechanical waste drop-off points all year round.

"It's amazing, the head of the regiment has been living on his own since he was eight years old~ When Ke'er was eight years old, he didn't know what he was doing~" Qin Ke'er sighed.

"Eight years old, we should be in the third grade at that time, and we will know how to multiply." Mu Qianhe said.

"By the way, the head of the regiment has never gone to elementary school, can he multiply?" Qin Ke'er asked innocently.

Iron Slag listened to it and said in a deep voice, "Of course I will...... and then added, "I taught myself." "In the garbage heap of Yincheng back then, I could often pick up all kinds of old books, including many textbooks for elementary, junior high and high schools. He and Lao Niu relied on these textbooks to teach themselves. Of course, he couldn't write because he didn't have a teacher to supervise him......

"It's so smart~ I can understand it by self-study~" Qin Ke'er said to herself.

"When I was eight years old, I learned to throw a handkerchief myself, and it took me several days~" Mu Qianhe said thoughtfully.

Next, Iron Slag talked about how he met Lao Niu and how they survived in the cracks of gangs and gangs......

Before you know it, the two bottles of the Siren are drunk, and the story of the iron slag is nearing the end. After the age of fourteen, there is nothing to say, under the protection of Lena, his small life is very nourishing, not only has a stable income, but also has the extra money of the garbage dump, and occasionally does a little business to escort caravans, collect sandworm eggs, and hunt down wanted criminals. Besides, he has a big beauty to bully at any time, although that beauty is a little overbearing, but he has to admit that it is still quite cool to bully......

However, after talking about the experience, the iron slag not only did not feel sleepy, but became more energetic. But at this time, both girls were a little sleepy. They lay lazily on the sofa, breathless, and said a word.

"Chizuru has a good way to solve the problem of insomnia of the head of the regiment~" Mu Chizuru said with a shallow smile and a confused gaze.

"Huh?" Iron Slag asked, squinting.

"If you're tired, you can fall asleep~" she said.

"But I'm not tired, am I running around here?" As he spoke, Iron Slag looked around. This office is more than 300 square meters, which is not a small space, and it can really run.

"How boring is running~" "Then do push-ups?" "How boring it is to do push-ups~" "Do you want to do sit-ups?" "How boring it is to do sit-ups~"

"So what?" Iron Slag spread his hands and said helplessly.

Mu Qianhe put down the wine glass, looked at him seriously, opened his lips lightly, and spit out two: "me~"

"Huh?"

"-I-" Mu Qianhe bit her rosy and full lips and said word by word. And Qin Ke'er, who was lying beside her, suddenly blushed, and then looked at the red wine glass in his hand without saying a word, and his eyes fell on the white stone floor as smooth as a mirror through the red wine syrup.

It's all said and done, plus they have been repeatedly tempted these days, and the evil fire "poofed" at once......

Thus, the story of a wild wolf and two sisters played out again......

A moment later, a crystal clear teardrop slipped from the corner of Qin Ke'er's eyes, announcing the end of an old era and the beginning of a new era......

ps：

I had a sore braincase last night, I couldn't sleep, and I've been in a bit bad lately and may need to rest for a few days......