The black-haired man's human identity was not particularly surprised, and she said to the short, green-skinned man standing stunned on top of the two-headed giant, "Sir Turner, old rules. ”

The other party came back to his senses after being called, and his eyes seemed to exude the smell of copper full of gold coins. The goblin snapped his fingers, and the Drow soldiers drove the "guards" to chrysalis in the direction of the auditorium.

"It's a big bet. Sir Turner looked at the two contrasting purses, although intellectually speaking, except for the strength of the Zorn martial arts chief, the chances of winning were not small, but if the black-haired man of unknown origin won the battle, then it would be a very good business.

The black-haired man looked at the expressions on the faces of Barcelo and Rachel, and he secretly assessed the benefits of his rash approach, but when he saw the expressions between the two, he was quietly relieved.

Then, Zhuge turned to the cloud platform, and he gave the girl who had been watching him a reassuring smile - there was only one thing to focus on for now.

"Risks and benefits coexist, if you don't waste a little, how can you know the next second, what awaits you is despair or hope?"

In the blink of an eyebble, the goblin withdrew his hand and quickly shoved his shaggy claws into the black-haired man's pocket. After doing this, he secretly peeked around, as if to make sure that anyone had noticed his small movements.

But the thunder didn't stop there, the black-haired man casually threw the mandala in his hand to the ground, and then looked up and said firmly.

"Can deathmatch increase the odds?"

"Are you sure?" the expression on Mistress Barceló's face didn't show too much surprise, and she said shallowly, "As an alien, just a humble male, dare to be presumptuous here?"

"So, what about in the name of Rose?" Although the black-haired man belongs to the category of atheism in concept, it doesn't seem impossible to impersonate himself in the name of a guy sitting high in the sky, "Don't forget, I'll be standing here, it seems impossible to do it without the instruction of Goddess Rose, right?"

Before Barcelo could speak, a whirring voice came from behind Zhuge who was another party.

"Who should I be?" the other paused, perhaps in another place, because the angle of the voice was different, "when did Cersylis start colluding with the foreigners." ”

"I'm talking to Mistress Barceló, do you have the right to interject?" the black-haired man, who considered himself a temperamental person, asked rhetorically continuously, not wanting to leave the other party the slightest breathing space, "Or is it just a despicable guy who is a vassal behind a woman's back, and once arrogantly presented the Lord God of Rose?"

"You!" Serafi was stunned by such a malicious speculation, but this was only the beginning.

"Have you forgotten what you just said to me?" Zhuge stretched out his foot and stomped the mandala that had been discarded to the ground again, turning it into a pool of purple mud in the loess, "No matter what, in front of me, you are already a corpse." ”

The black-haired man strode to the center of the square, and he said, "Don't take any of the things I want!"

Zhuge pointed to Cexilis in the audience, and then pointed to Mina on the cloud platform, declaring like a sovereign: "Whether it's her, it's her!"

"Did you ask me?" said Mistress Barceló, perhaps because of the arrogance of the dark-haired man, and she said sarcastically, "Who gave you the courage to sprinkle here?"

Shaking the necklace in his hand, the black-haired man stepped forward.

"Who?" Zhuge sneered, "Barcelo, I don't know if you've lived too long and become deaf, or if your memory has deteriorated. Didn't I say that, in the name of Rose, could it be that you have been sitting on the throne of the First Family for so long that you have forgotten the mission of your existence?"

Surprised, in addition to the Barcelo Mistress, as well as the Rachel Mistress also began to look restless, she hurriedly stood up, and shouted at the black-haired man: "It's too presumptuous, quickly kneel down and ask for my forgiveness!"

"Kneel?" the black-haired man's bewitching face had a more proud expression, "May I ask if you are my parents or my benefactor, let me kneel, why?"

The Barcelo hostess stood up quickly, she had never seen such an arrogant person in front of her for decades, she didn't want to say anything, she would definitely not survive in the world if she contradicted herself, let alone on this occasion!

"Rachelqing, you recruited him, right? Mistress Barcelo waved her hand, as if there was nothing but a bug in front of her.

Then the Rachel mistress hurriedly got up, as if she was afraid that the other party would be angry with her, she looked down at the patriarch of the first family, and she hurriedly wanted to put aside the relationship with the other party: "This person is too arrogant, but I didn't expect that his personality is so bad. ”

"Zorn!" the patriarch of the Third Family shouted to his martial arts chief, and at the same time, Drow's soldiers quickly stepped forward, firmly surrounding the black-haired man.

Although he hadn't been in the underground city of Gurola for a long time, Zhuge still figured out the social structure between them to some extent.

This so-called structure of the divine right of kings has long been seen in the history books—not to mention, for them, God is real.

And as the main god of these hypocritical guys in front of him, Zhuge naturally would not easily believe what the other party promised. Ever since he had seen the dark elves, he had made up his mind that he would never play his cards according to common sense, because only in this way could he find his way out of the web of lies and fog.

And the key to solving the puzzle was given to him by the guy who was keen on conspiracy.

In the face of the hostility of the crowd, the black-haired man imposed his composure, at least not to show his timidity on the surface.

Attack the heart in everything. Speaking of stratagem, the wisdom of these backward nations is not as good as that of their ancestors!

The Drow soldiers couldn't figure out Zhuge 's routine, and they watched the black-haired man approach him fearlessly, and no one dared to make the first move.

Less than 20 meters from the outer wall of the encirclement, the black-haired man stopped, swept over Serafi's pigliver-colored face out of the corner of his eye, and did not want to look at it again.

"What are you waiting for?" shouted the Rathel Mistress, the guy in front of her had messed up everything he had planned, and even because of him, perhaps leaving a gap in the mind of the Barcelo Mistress, she roared, and the thick Suren accent was even more extreme and high-pitched, "Kill him!

"I want to ask, are you going to rebel against Lady Rose's will together?"

The black-haired man was not unconcerned about the threat of force on the field. Immediately afterward, he pulled out the hidden object and held it high, focusing everyone's attention on the spider-shaped necklace.