Pompeii Gattuso rubbed his jet-black hair and looked in the mirror with satisfaction, satisfied with his oriental face and wonderful hair color.

It's just that his figure has lost a little weight, which makes Pompeii, who has always been fit, a little dissatisfied. He casually looked around, it was a wonderful building, a spiraling wooden staircase that stretched upwards to a distance of tens of meters above his head, and a bronze gate at the bottom.

I was invited. He was supposed to follow the half-mad black dragon march, but he appeared here in a haze.

When I opened my eyes, there was a mirror in front of me, reflecting the faces of an elegant man with black hair and a blond stallion.

After confirming that the door could not be opened, Pompeii made his way up the stairs, guessing which of his compatriots would be waiting for him above.

Stepping up the last step, the top of the building was a room covered with sky, but it was shrouded in darkness, with only a bright moon shining in the sky, no stars, and the only source of light in the sky was the candle flame on the eucalyptus.

Behind the book, a man with tied hair in a black and white robe is holding a scroll and studying it by candlelight.

Pompey's eyelids jumped heavily, inexplicably at this

The "Taoist priest" felt uncomfortable with his mysterious posture. Although it is also his forte.

"It seems to have worked." The Taoist priest saw Pompeii walk in, covered the scroll, and nodded at him: "Mr. Pompeii, long time no see." The identity of the meeting was revealed, Pompey didn't say anything, and his fingers tapped the wood a few times: "We've met?" ”

"Of course I do." In the dream world he constructed, he could change his face at will, and Chen Mo smiled wistfully: "Although in a special way. "Space-based kinetic weapons, codenamed Damnation's Killer Sword, the prelude to Odin's appearance, that root is hidden in the cruising satellite

The last shot in the "Revolver Magazine" was made in alchemy

"Bullet", the greeting gift of the head of the Gattuso family, he has never forgotten. Pompey replied, thinking about the identity of the person in front of him.

"Actually, I'm curious." Chen Mo stared at Pompeii's eyes, although Gattuso's characteristic appearance was blonde hair and blue eyes, but at this time, the head of the family used an oriental face, and even the role he played was the one who was there

In the establishment of the "Emperor Gaozu", he repeatedly made suggestions and waited for Zhang Zifang.

"What the hell is the world's largest half-breed family, and you, the head of the family that many people call a stallion?" Pompey spread his hands wordlessly, rolled his eyes, and did not answer.

"Silence is a good way to refuse to answer questions." Faced with Pompeii's silence, Chen Mo nodded absently.

"I must remind you, Mr. Stallion Master, that those who are silent about problems will also be silenced when they ask questions."

"Oh?" Pompeii raised an eyebrow: "Do you think I need to ask any questions?" However, the Taoist priest on the other side of the book picked up the scroll again and read it intently.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious. It will be returned as is. Pompey frowned, he knew it must have been some kind of spirit and even authority that had brought him from a large Nibelungen to this strange place out of nowhere.

There must have been a purpose for bringing him here with great effort, and the initiative should be in his hands. But this person has a breath of forgetting everything on his body, and it seems that he really has no plans for him.

"So how do I leave?" Chen Mo raised his head and glanced at him playfully, his fingers shook lightly in front of his lips, and then lowered his head to read.

Pompeii Gattuso did not start to be anxious because of this, but began to try various ways to leave the building.

Destruction of the building itself, failure; Jumping from the zenith and back to the original position, failed; Tried to open the door, failed...... Pompeii, who had experienced all kinds of failures, finally turned his attention to the Taoist priest---- the only character in the scene who could interact.

He began to think about whether to try to give the initiative to talk, or choose to ....... directly Do it!

But the place looks like his home turf, and it doesn't seem like a good thing to rush into it. He sighed, sat down in front of Chen Mo, and said, "I can't answer your question." ”

"Is there any difference between that and not saying it?" Chen Mo shook his head: "Then let me change the question, how many dark side monarchs and ancient dragons in the world are there who have awakened?" ”

"Less than double digits." Pompey replied one after another: "What will be the variables of capturing Xianyang?" What will you do? ”

"Guessed? The First Emperor's wrist is not comparable to that of the black dragon that has been crazy for thousands of years, and even if I don't do anything, you may not be able to succeed. ”

"Yingzheng." Pompeii repeated the name: "What arrangement did he make?" ”

"I can't answer your question." Chen Mo returned it again: "Let's change the question." ”

"What did you set up?"

"The snipe and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits." Chen Mo also gave a Mohu answer: "It's the same as you, isn't it?" You bet on that mad dragon, and I switch sides and put down my chips, just waiting for them to lose both, and finally devour the remains of the loser and the winner. Pompey faced up to the unknown enemy in front of him, whether it was a dragon or a half-blood, in the war, because the supreme power and power can only be possessed by one person, he did not worry about the child named Constantine and the Lord Norton, who valued his brother too much, they did not have the determination to devour each other, but would only become dry bones on the road to kinghood.

But the person in front of him is different, he obviously has enough greed and cunning, this is also a thing with the heart of a dragon king, and he doesn't care

"Despicable", only for the sake of the last good.

"What's your chip?" Pompeii asked. In the face of his question, the Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, and the laughter continued to reach Pompeii's ears, with an irritating aura, and finally the smile on his face seemed to be suddenly erased, his hands clenched into fists, hammered the eucalyptus, and said coldly: "In such a gamble, aren't the only chips that can be put on 'all'?" I didn't even dare to put the chips up, and I only lost money when I went to the table. Pompey silently listened to the mocking words, smiled and replied, "You know a lot about gambling." ”

"Dragon wars are never winner-takes-all, aren't they? The stronger the stronger, the weaker the weaker, and the weaker choose to die. ”

"What do you want?" Pompeii asked suddenly.

"I don't want anything." Chen Mo grinned and said, "I just want you to lose, the more you lose, the better." ”