The Vanir Protoss, the goddess named Gulveig, visits Odin's kingdom with a mission.

The worship of billions of lives and the glory of the whole world should determine their belonging.

Charged with disrespect, the god of Aesir killed Gulveg three times with spear and fire, but she was repeatedly resurrected.

The two Protoss used this as a fuse, and a protracted war broke out.

......

If Caesar's mother, Gulveg, is indeed a descendant of the goddess in Norse mythology, then Luo Yin can undoubtedly get a lot of interesting speculation.

The leaders of the Warner Protoss are the god of the near seas named Neolde, and the immortal magic of Gulveig, both of which point to the throne of the ocean.

Gulwig may be referring to a subgener of the same vein as the sea and water, and it is not excluded that it is the monarch himself. A half-breed named after Gurveg is somewhat interesting, and Pompeii suggests that the family belongs to "another secret party".

All the information that Pompeii told was, in the final analysis, telling Luo Yin not to be too ostentatious. Some of the characters in the shadows are far stronger than they are on the surface.

His position is also quite complex. Pompeii is ostensibly a good partner of Angers, but in fact, he has already hooked up with another mysterious secret party.

Now that he is secretly sending Qiu Bo to Luo Yin, coupled with his identity as the former head of the Gattuso family, Pompeii actually stepped on four boats. It's a pity that this kind of person doesn't have a firewood knife to sanction it.

Although Pompeii broke the control of Li Wuyue and the Senate with violence, the temporary weakness of the Gattuso family is also a fact.

Pompey's release of kindness to himself at this sensitive time shows that he has no bottom in his heart. Those who will stare at Luo Yin's actions will stare even closer at Pompeii.

Luo Yin found that the current field was either an old silver coin or a dragon king, and maybe a silver coin dragon king. His development plan is just one word, keep going!

Until he produces an artificial dragon body that rivals the dragon king, he will never go around making waves.

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"Drink so hard and fall out of love again?"

"Xiaokui dislikes me for being uneducated and lacking topics for common communication."

Then you should go read some books, hey!

Shinjuku-ku, Tokyo, roast chicken izakaya. Raven stuffs a mouthful of yakitori smeared with sweet and spicy sauce, and Yaksha uses alcohol to kill his sorrows.

After Yuan Zhisheng succeeded to the position of the patriarch, the status of the trio is different from the past. Both Raven and Yaksha were promoted several times, and Miss Sakura was promoted from the secretary and driver of the young master to the secretary and driver of the master.

Gen Zhisheng hopes that Raven, who is also Ryuji Saeki, can take over the position of director of the Executive Bureau as soon as possible. This position is not suitable for the five small surnames, and the wise Asuya is very problematic in the eyes of the tortoise.

Raven and Yaksha still retain the habit of going to cheap izakaya to pour sake and eat more skewers than before. From fooling around on the street to being like a dog now, some habits can't be changed.

"Actually, I prefer girls with Sakura in their names, maybe Aoi doesn't suit me well."

The idea that you want to marry Miss Sakura as your wife has been exposed quite obviously, and you probably know it except for the eldest patriarch.

But a good man like the eldest family is a good match for Miss Sakura. Thinking of this, Raven took a large sip of wine at the same time, and there was far more than one Yaksha who had a crush on Sakura.

drank until they were dizzy, and when they walked out of the store and blew a cool breeze, the mood of the two gradually became more relaxed. Less than thirty, it's still early, and sooner or later the gangsters will be able to usher in their own spring.

Life is much better now, the name of "ghost slayer" is a thing of the past, and no one stirs up disputes because of blood.

"Raven, you're going to drive?"

"What a car! Our behavior outside is related to everyone's face, how can you be drunk? ”

Raven burps and punches Yaksha, who reflexively returns the punch.

Drunk driving is a low-level offense, and drunk boxing is their traditional art.

They were all professional street brawlers, and Yaksha used to fight drunk from street to street until he was punched in the head by a passerby who smoked a seven-star cigarette.

At that time, Yaksha also said cruel words, saying that he would definitely blow up the passerby's egg if he had a chance.

Passers-by on the streets of Shinjuku saw a spectacle of two gangsters in suits and leather shoes, punching and punching back and forth, tying tattered ties over their heads and staggering to the subway station.

Late at night, two men with the smell of barbecued chicken all over their bodies sat paralyzed in the subway, watching the lights turn on and out, and the passengers gradually became thin.

"Arrive at the terminal ahead ......"

The crow heard a hint in a daze. Where are they going to sit?

Oh no, there's a meeting of the Executive Board at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Forget it, go to a fucking meeting.

......

How cold.

As soon as the crow opened his eyes, he got goosebumps, and found that the door of the subway was not closed, and the cold wind had been pouring into the train, no wonder there was not much roast chicken left on Yaksha's body.

The light in the tunnel was a little dim, and the crow forced the door shut against the wind, which was all too rare.

Turning his head, the crow was stunned for a moment, his brain cold as ice soda.

On some of the worn gray doors are several hand-painted posters of Honami Suzuki, "Tokyo Love Story". The dim light comes from a few kerosene lamps.

He quickly kicked Yaksha, and the problem was big. He shouldn't have drunk so much, no, he should have been drunk.

"Punch me."

Yaksha's merciless straight punch made the crow's chest tight, and he almost swallowed his breath. It's not hallucinatory spirits, then they were taken to this old train in their sleep, who is so boring?

"Let's play a game."

Through the door of the carriage, a deep male voice was heard. The other party used Chinese, and the crow could barely understand it.

......

......

Ten days ago.

Fenrir is learning the basic poses of capoeira (Brazilian war dance) from Ms. Vera, and she is so fast that she is so angry that she doesn't want to go to work for a week.

According to the words of martial arts, her apprentice has excellent muscles and bones, but her understanding is a negative number, and it may also be an imaginary number.

Capoeira's master, with his agile and ferocious moves, recreates attacks from all directions by constantly moving, forming a powerful drum beat made of percussion.

And the capoeira that Fenrir used gave her the feeling of a rolling gourd, and the way she struck was like a gong.

But it doesn't matter, Fenrir feels that he is improving very quickly, and he has learned the sixth martial art.

Fenrir had always wanted to surprise his sister in a big way, but she never came back and there was no news. But fortunately, Fenrir still has games to play, and life can go on.

Until the moment comes.

"The remaining alchemy energy is 3%, please replace it with a new energy module as soon as possible."

Yes, the gaming headset uses something similar to an alchemy battery. This kind of mass-produced low-end alchemy item, it is nonsense to expect it to be effective permanently.

If you rely on the helmet itself to recover energy, you can only play for about half an hour a day. Just like that, three days later, Fenrir was forced to turn on the underage game mode.

Theoretically, Fenrir, as the first breed, would not have been able to "charge" the helmet. However, his operation was too rough.

The dragon kings all master alchemy without exception, but the gap is as big as that of Jay and Tony.

Norton can smelt nano-sized recycled wire, and Fenrir can make a puppet move, and Jörmungård will have to be excited for a long time.

Fenrir, who was forcibly restricted from playing, collapsed. Half an hour was not enough for him to complete his daily tasks, and Vera's teaching was even more difficult.

Although his mental age was less than 6 years old, Fenrir also knew that he would never be able to sneak out and buy batteries on his own. If you order takeaway, the Nibelungen is obviously not within the scope of delivery.

Once upon a time, there was little happiness, and Fenrir could watch a silent movie with snowflakes twenty times in a row, forcing the dealer to dub it.

When the TV had no signal, he lay on the mountain of gold and silver, melted and minted the gold coins with dragon breath, minted and melted again, and yawned and waited for his sister to come home.

It is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift.

For two days, Fenrir rolled around on the mountains of gold and silver, guarding the half-hour game time. For the first time, he learned that there was a pain called Internet addiction.

It is no exaggeration to say that he lost at least a quarter of a ton.

Finally, Fenrir made a decision against his sister to go to the game to find his sister and ask her to bring him batteries.

With the username [Fire and Theft Guard], Fenrir has added a sister and friend in the game. But he has always been obedient and has never exposed the familiarity of the two dragons in reality.

Unfortunately, Fenrir's plan went awry.

"Facial paralysis, look, it's that star player [roar!] Eh! If you kill him, you might drop special equipment. ”

Chu Zihang, who was accompanying Xia Mi to press the road in the game, looked solemn and used a textbook-like dragon slaying technique to sneak attack Fenrir.

The younger brother Long only had time to let out a suspicious roar, but he was stunned by the combined blow of Chu Zihang and the second generation of eyes Xia Mi, and was put down in suspicion of Long Sheng.

So, love will disappear, right?

(Even in different worlds, history can be strikingly similar.) ）

My sister doesn't love him anymore, and she runs away with a half-blood. She wouldn't even help him carry two batteries.

He was still a 6-year-old and tens of thousands of months old, and he experienced the grief of family divorce prematurely.

The grief-stricken Fenrir decided to return to his old business, start the dragon king's small train, and pull some people up.

What game do you want to play......

The game my sister chose was called poker, and Fenrir didn't understand it at all. The winner chosen through this game probably won't have much in common with him.

Fenrir had a flash of inspiration, and there it was! Master Wei told him a few very interesting stories, which could be used just in time.

The younger brother dragon turned grief and anger into strength and burst out with amazing action.

Everything is ready, Fenrir Train, start!

......

With his voice alone, Raven knew it wouldn't be an easy character.

A pair of big hands vigorously opened the door from the rear of the car and entered the last carriage where the crow and the yaksha were.

Seeing the image of the comer, the Yaksha, who has always believed in the first word of recklessness, is a little reckless.

The man is nearly two meters tall and looks a bit like a mixed Mongolian and white race. His muscles were as strong as axes, his face was as hard as iron with a dark red scar, and his long gray hair was tied back with something like animal bones.

Coupled with the wolf and eagle head tattoos on his chest and the rugged fur coat, Yaksha felt that this thing was going wrong for a long time.

"Go forward, rely on martial arts to go through each carriage until you reach the front of the car, there are prizes."

The strong man spoke one after another, just enough for the crow to follow.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the player here. You, newcomers, move on. Loneliness, in exchange for weapons. ”

Fenrir also felt that his disguise was seamless, and in fact there were more question marks between the Raven and the Yaksha than the other.

In terms of your style of dress, it is conservatively estimated that it predates them by a thousand years. Player, crossing player?

"How do you get out?"

Fenrir shook his head.

"Arriving at the first carriage, it is possible."

After reading the opening statement, Fenrir opens the door of the carriage like a competent NPC and prepares to go to the previous carriage.

"What do you call you...... Warrior? ”

Fenrir's brain shook and he forgot to name it. This body was a mixed-race warrior in the Hun army during the Eastern Crusade, who was made into a corpse guard by his sister using alchemy after his bloodline got out of control. Because it has been kept in the Nibelungen, it looks quite fresh.

It took a lot of effort for Fenrir to learn to control the corpse, and he stammered, his face was paralyzed, and he often shared hands and feet. I can't remember his name.

Pregnant!

"Vivi. I'm Vivi! ”

Raven, Nakshatra:?

Vivi the Warrior reached out and touched the scythe-shaped metal carving on the side wall of the carriage, and the nine bird's heads measured his loneliness, and began to spit out gold coins frantically, and the dark golden hill was cast in place into a tall Fang Tian Painting Halberd.

Wei Wei lifted Fang Tian's halberd and entered the previous carriage without looking back.

The crow and the yaksha touched the back of their heads in confusion, confused, just very confused.

They didn't understand what was going on at the moment. The Nibelungen was still a little too far ahead of their time in terms of educational experience.

"Try?"

Yaksha suggested.

Loneliness in exchange for weapons.

The crow was a little nervous. They just came out to drink, and they didn't have weapons with them, which would be a good help if they could get a strong weapon, but at the same time, it would show that he was a lonely and miserable thing.

He touches the scythe carving, one, two, three...... Six gold coins, melted and condensed in a magnetic field into a dark golden knuckle. It's not bad.

Yaksha also touched it, but it didn't respond for a long time. After a while, the leftmost bird's head finally vomited a gold coin like spitting.

As a result, this guy actually bit the gold coin and swallowed half of it back with a click. Half of the gold coin fell to the ground and continued to melt. After a long time, it was finally deformed and cold.

It's a nail clippers.

"Hahaha!! Hahaha! ”

Yaksha wanted to punch him in the face.

"It's not that half-breeds have blood sorrows, they should all be more lonely."

"Maybe I'm a big heart."

The crow put on the knuckle, and Yaksha pinched the nail clippers and looked at them for a long time, but still stuffed them into his pocket.

Opening the door behind him, the black hole in the depths of the tunnel and the sporadic light began to annihilate.

Let's go ahead and give it a try.

Although the current situation is very strange, fortunately, there are two of them, and it is better after all.

There was a metal clash sound in the previous carriage, and immediately, a Fang Tian painting halberd pierced the side wall of the carriage, scraping shining sparks on the surface of the rock tunnel.

The door opened, and a little blonde girl with a nosebleed walked into the last carriage with an angry expression and a short stick in her hand.

The raven shrugged and nudged Yaksha, who backhanded him again.

Without saying a word, the little sister attacked Yaksha, but Raven hit her in the lower abdomen with a beautiful right hook. How to beat people hurts, they are familiar with it.

By. It took a long time for the little sister to stand up, jump off the little train like a ghost, and enter the deep tunnel.

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