"What was given away, there was no intention of taking it back."

The Templar Master said, "It's an eyesore to keep it, so it's better to slap it to death."

"Don't!"

Song Ziyu stopped, "Why don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade so much?"

"What's the use of keeping her?"

The Templar asked.

"Even a piece of toilet paper is useful, let alone such a flowery girl...... If you don't want it, give it to me!" Song Ziyu said.

"If you don't eat her, what's the use of taking her?"

The Dark Lord asked.

"Who said you had to eat it? Can't she use it to warm the bed?"

Song Ziyu said with a smile.

Is the Lord of Darkness a fool, and his face darkens on the spot: "You want to save his life?"

"That's right!"

Song Ziyu replied calmly.

"Why?"

The Lord of Darkness was a little upset, "A mere human slave is worth your attention?"

Song Ziyu said lightly: "Lao Tzu likes it, why do you have an opinion?"

As soon as these words came out, the happy atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly became cold.

The zombie nobles and the high-ranking members of the Templar looked at Song Ziyu and the Dark Lord one after another, and their eyes widened in disbelief.

Throughout the ballroom...... There was a tense atmosphere.

If there are living people here, it will be very difficult to breathe.

Of course, except for the naked *** little Lori who is kneeling on the ground, the other zombies don't need to breathe through their noses.

But this does not prevent everyone from feeling the solidification of the atmosphere.

Song Ziyu and the Dark Lord went toe-to-toe, and the eyes of both sides collided together, erasing the meteor-like sparks.

It is as if a thunderstorm is about to erupt, and a violent conflict can break out at any moment.

The air is frozen!

Time also seems to stand still!

Suddenly!

A voice broke the silence.

The Templar Master spoke.

The old thing's voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples in circles and circles.

"Boy, don't toast, don't eat, eat and drink."

The words of the Templar Master were like sharp blades, slashing in front of Song Ziyu, trying to tear through Song Ziyu's defenses.

But it makes no sense.

Faced with the threat of the Templar Master, Song Ziyu was not afraid, but responded lightly: "If you have any tricks, just use them, Lao Tzu will accept them."

As soon as these words came out, the Templar Master no longer had anything to hide, and the terrifying aura of the superior swept towards Song Ziyu.

This is the most common method used by high-level zombies against low-level zombies.

It's the only way to deter your enemies!

At this time, the low-level zombies are like grass dogs with their legs and stomachs spinning when they see a lion, and they can't have the idea of fighting at all.

The Templar Master intended to use this method to make Song Ziyu submit.

And yet it turns out!

The suppression of the rank that the Templar Master was proud of did not happen, and Song Ziyu still looked at him lightly.

For a moment, the Templar Master froze.

This guy ...... What kind of existence is it?

The Templar Master couldn't help but mutter.

It's enough to wonder.

Those who can not be suppressed by their own breath should at least be a duke-level existence.

So what kind of strength is this guy in front of him?

Just when the Templar Master was hesitating, Song Ziyu suddenly spoke: "Don't think that you are a master of some kind of thing, you think that you can do whatever you want, believe it or not, I will make you unable to get off the stage?"

Talking!

The atmosphere of the banquet hall changed suddenly.

The murderous aura swept towards the Templar Lord like a blower

, The hairstyle of the master who was poured on the spot was messed up.

Song Ziyu's gaze was like a sharp blade!

Not only cold but also ruthless.

At this moment, the Templar Master felt that he was no longer dealing with an approachable young man, but with a ruthless messenger of Hell.

"......Who the hell are you?"

The Templar Master couldn't help but exclaim.

Song Ziyu didn't answer the words of the Templar Master, but his expression became even more grim.

With such an expression, people have no doubt that Song Ziyu may burst out and kill people!

Everyone in the banquet hall stood stiffly in place, and the space seemed to freeze.

Song Ziyu slowly stood up, then walked up to the Lord of the Templar and whispered, "Lord Juggernaut, you must not try my bottom line, once you anger me, you will pay a heavy price."

When the Templar Master heard this, his face turned extremely ugly.

But the Templar Lord didn't dare to move!

Because the Templar Master found himself facing a terrifying being who could kill him at any moment.

The fear that comes with this perception is so real, it really silences itself.

The Templar Master had forgotten, forgotten how long it had been since he had faced such fears.

That's when I faced the first adult......

Could it be ......

The dark master's heart erupted like a volcano, and the chaos was out of control.

An absurd and terrifying arose in the mind of the Templar Master.

Could it be that this guy's strength can be compared to those first-generation adults?

No way!

When pigs fly!

The Templar Master didn't believe his own ideas at all.

But if so......

How can we explain the current situation?

Just when the Templar Master was suppressed by Song Ziyu's momentum.

Just when the Templar Master was about to lose his nerves!

The aura of the oppressive superior suddenly disappeared.

The Templar Master had not yet figured out the situation, and Song Ziyu stretched out his hand to straighten out the Templar Master's shirt: "Lord Juggernaut, don't be so angry, you have something to say."

The Templar Master's face was about to overflow with cold sweat on his zombie face.

"What Your Excellency said is very much, for the sake of a human little meat dish, the two of us are arguing like this, it is really insulting." The Templar Master smiled dryly, "Why don't you turn your rivalry into a jade silk?"

"That's all the good!"

Song Ziyu knew that this Templar Master was finally instigated by his own deterrence!

Since he had won this game, Song Ziyu felt that there was no need to chase after him, so he simply gave the Templar Master a step to step down.

The two of them returned to their seats in a friendly manner and began to drink heartily.

"Since His Excellency Don Quixote likes this chick so much, then I will spare her life and give her to you."

The Templar Master spoke.

"Thank you very much!"

Song Ziyu grabbed a tablecloth and threw it to the little Lori who was kneeling on the ground, and then continued to drink with the Templar Master as if nothing had happened.

In this temptation, Song Ziyu can be regarded as winning face, but he also exposed his strength to a height that should not appear.

The banquet hasn't even ended, and these zombies have struck again!

"Lord Don Quixote, there's one thing we need to confirm with you."

In the midst of the staggering, an old zombie who was as dry as a mummy spoke.

"If you have a fart, let it go, and if you have something to say, you can talk about it!" Song Ziyu said loudly.

The old zombie said, "We plan to ask your Excellency for a drop of blood!"