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He pursed his lips, the old wrinkled skin on his chin that could not stand the polish of time looked furrowed, and the sweaty moisture was visible to the naked eye.

"My king, according to your orders, tomorrow's match has already arranged a tricky opponent for that player named Fan Sheng, I wonder what else you have to order?" Seeing that the king did not speak for a long time, Yan Song said stubbornly.

Time went back to the night before, when Yan Song had just obtained the fragment of the [Wang] level nuclear weapon from Luo Jian's hands, and couldn't wait to open it for a closer look, he never thought that the master of the [Immortal Will] throne who had been out for two months would come back, and he appeared in his mansion unbelievably, he had heard that my king would sometimes appear in the mansion of his subordinates, but he never thought that one day he would meet it, or just accepted Luo Jian's gift, he would not be stupid to doubt the wisdom of the king, and immediately put the 'evidence' [ The fragments of the king-class weapon were handed over to the king, and he remembered the scene very well.

The originally calm citrus wood box shook violently when Wang's hand touched, and from his professional perspective as a mechanic, he naturally knew that this was the resistance of the fragments of the [Wang]-class nuclear weapons to another [King]-level nuclear weapon owner.

"Be quiet!" Chen Zhou's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and the inner core armor on his arm suddenly lit up, and soon the restlessness of the citrus wood box gradually decreased, and finally calmed down.

It seems that the king's strength has increased much more than in the previous two years. Yan Song lowered his head and watched the whole process, he knew very well that the nuclear weapons in the king level had a certain degree of independent consciousness, which complemented the consciousness of the master, and it was not so easy to be convinced, even if it was only a fragment of the nuclear weapons in the [king] level. He just opened it and looked at it, but if he wanted to reach out and touch it for further research, he would have to do a lot of preparation to suppress the remaining will in the fragment.

"Yan Song, how long have you been in the [Immortal Will]. Chen Zhou asked as he stroked the fragments in the box.

"It's been 43 years and 7 months. Yan Song replied tremblingly.

"Then are you familiar with the laws of Wangcheng?" asked Chen Zhou again.

"Naturally ripe in the chest. Yan Song replied.

"The first one is to hear it. ”

"No one shall do anything against the interests of the Immortal Will. ”

The two quickly engaged in Q&A, and their tone was as smooth as an ordinary conversation, but Yan Song was not as relaxed as he appeared, and he was under a high pressure from beginning to end.

Chen Zhou, the master of the [Immortal Will] throne, is a man who is respected as the [Blazing King], in this [Immortal Will] situation of many burly people, he is one meter eight tall, not outstanding, but he has reached the level of ordinary wasteland, and his appearance does not matter the spirit of a king, but between his eyebrows and every move, he is free and bold, as if engraved in his bones.

Listening to Yan Song's answer, the lord of the throne pondered for a moment and closed the citrus box again, "There can be a man named Mortal on the list of this ring match. ”

"Huh?" Yan Song chuckled in his heart, and the words stuck in his throat, isn't this person the one mentioned in Luo Jian's request?

"What's wrong?" Chen Zhou was puzzled and glanced at the other party briefly.

"There is this person. Yan Song's eyebrows jumped, and he hurriedly said all the requirements on Luo Jian's paper for the proper arrangement of strong opponents for mortal life and other requirements, and after finishing speaking, the old mechanical master still stared at the other party's expression, in case the mortal life on the paper had something to do with the king, he would be the unlucky.

"Yes, since that's the case, according to Luo Jian's arrangement, arrange more difficult ones for the mortal sheng contestant, the more powerful the better. Chen Zhou waved his hand.

"Ah?" Yan Song was really stunned this time, since it was the name from the mouth of the lord of the throne, in his opinion, this person must not be able to offend, and he didn't think that this person was offended by Fansheng, the only explanation was that Fansheng was a well-known descendant of my king, but why did my king make such a decision, for a while, the machine master was a little confused.

"Do as I am told. Thinking about it to no avail, in the end, Yan Song no longer thought about the deep meaning and agreed.

Time comes back to the present.

Chen Zhou sat on top of the brocade, in today's battle, he was still very satisfied with the performance of mortals, as for Yan Song's arrangement, it was also in line with his mind, "After this mechanic competition, you will go directly to the depths of the wasteland!"

Yan Song heard this, and his heart that had been hanging for two days was slightly relaxed, the depths of the wasteland, the forbidden area for ordinary humans, and the paradise of kernels, mechanics, and pharmacists, all kinds of rare wood, metal ores, plants, and creatures from the outside world can be found here, and the quality is even better.

The Kernel can hone his combat skills in the most primitive hunting, and in the process, the inner nuclear weapons are often damaged, and the Kernel will also suffer various injuries and encounter various toxins, which also provides opportunities for mechanics and pharmacists to hone their skills, and if they are lucky, the mechanic can also watch the biological anatomy with Qi Lu Road.

Of course, the danger factor in the depths of the wasteland is no less than the opportunities in the meantime, but in summary, the depths of the wasteland are a land of opportunities, but the depths of the wasteland are too large, and the entire wasteland has the ability to provide a base here except for the four thrones, which is also an important reason why the four thrones can stand in the wasteland.

But these are not attractive to Yan Song, after all, he is in his sixties and is there, although he is a little reluctant, but Yan Song still salutes and accepts this punishment, although the depths of the wasteland are bitter and cold, but it is much better than the other punishments he knows, he also figured it out at the moment, no matter how he maintains it, his age will not stop, he must admit that he is no longer young, and now, at the end, he can go to the depths of the wasteland to shine for the younger generation, and it is a good place to burn.

Thinking of this, there were a few more folds on his face, and the whole person seemed to be a few years older all of a sudden.

"At your command. He replied respectfully, but his words lost their former vitality.

Chen Zhou looked at this old man who liked to be greedy for small gains, and said: "You can also take the fragments of nuclear weapons within the [Wang] level, I have temporarily suppressed the remaining will inside, and after three years, no matter whether you are promoted to a mechanical grandmaster or not, you can return to the royal city." ”

The words of the lord of the throne were like a stimulant of the highest quality, which ignited Yan Song's fire of life at once, his eyes shot essence, and his old face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum again, "My king, is this really the case?"

Chen Zhou snorted and scolded with a smile: "Naturally, you old man should smile more! Just now, Lao Tzu thought you were going to wind immediately," he glanced at the chrysanthemum, and then showed disdain, "Forget it, don't laugh, I really can't appreciate the chrysanthemum face, let's go." ”

After that, the [Blazing King] left the brocade, turned to leave, and the old man Yan Song, who was sitting in the pavilion, stood up, stroked the back of the departing with his hand, muttered softly in his mouth, and listened carefully, it was the old man who had said countless times, and it had already been engraved in his heart, "Fight and be happy." ”

Outside the pavilion, the two-handed sword and horse that had been standing here kept up with the footsteps of [Blazing King] Chen Zhou.

"How is my king doing?"

"Everything is arranged, just wait for tomorrow's performance of the little one?"

Chen Zhou looked into the distance and said to himself: "Since you want to teach my daughter, of course you have to see your condition, isn't it?