Those who know the monarch are also ministers, but at the same time, thousands of years of getting along make the monarch know more about what the ministers mean.

The Dead Emperor raised his eyebrows and feigned anger.

"You thief, if you don't come up with an interesting plan today, you will cut off your limbs and make a man's stick!"

The pawn also pretended to be frightened, "Your Majesty is angry! The offender thinks ......"

He paused for a moment......

The criminal thinks that this money must be paid by the bedbug. It just so happened that His Majesty had ordered an autumn hunt before, so it was better to ...... In this autumn hunt, how about not determining heroes by the number of thieves, but by the spoils of war? ”

The Dead Emperor stroked his palms and smiled, "Wonderful and wonderful!" Do as you wish! Peep kitten, remember to prepare more newspapers this time, if there are not enough of them, I will hang you in front of the palace gate for the courtiers to tease! ”

The voyeur had a chill, looking at the dead emperor who was on the rise at this time, he didn't dare to say anything after all, but secretly thought that the black cat tabloid sold to the dead country should not be mixed with a few defective products?

Fran's swallowing action finally stopped as the remnants of the wings continued to dwindle, and the excessive divinity made Fran's expression hover between crazy laughter and absolute calm, he covered his face, and kept shaking his body, clenching the obsidian-like body of the gun in his hand to light up one white line after another. As Fran's body swayed, the swarthy muzzle of the gun inadvertently slashed over the body of the celebrator.

The slightly cool chill made the avatar of the celebrant a little solemn, and the vertical eyes on the back of his head were always staring at Fran's crazy posture, as long as Fran showed a little sign of losing control at this time, he would directly give up the suppression of the greedy butterfly, and turn around to suppress the divinity of Fran's body that was completely rioting.

Things like revenge can be done slowly after the fact, and if Furlong's situation deteriorates, it will certainly not be easy to solve.

The Greedy Butterfly struggled faster and faster, his huge compound eyes staring at Fran with a terrible cry full of hatred, he had anticipated many unexpected situations before he acted, and even he had a detailed plan for dealing with the direct arrival of the feaster on the deity.

But he didn't expect that the frail dependents would be able to wound themselves with a strange revolver. I didn't expect that annoying Dead Emperor to appear here!

At this time, he was only one wings away from breaking the suppression of the feaster, and his huge compound eyes stared at Fran, watching the previous streamer take root in Fran's soul, and the task of this trip was completed.

Although he was extremely embarrassed at this time, in fact, the physical damage was far less than the damage to his dignity. The physical injuries can be recovered after a period of rest, but the humiliation suffered on this mortal man makes him have nowhere to vent his grievances.

Directly vent your anger on Fran?

How can it be?

Don't say that after this incident, these guys will inevitably set some of their eyes on this little guy. Even if Fran stood unguarded before him, the Butterfly of Greed didn't think he could do it.

Without him, Fran, who accepted the gift at this time, was no longer an ordinary dependent, he was a delicious sacrifice.

Fran suddenly stopped shaking his body, he raised his head, and looked at those compound eyes with magnificent purple eyes, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes......

Even Dan Yan and Lavender, as they watched everything that happened on the ground, consciously or unconsciously avoided the huge compound eyes of the Greedy Butterfly.

Even if the Butterfly of Greed is just a demigod whose origin has been badly damaged, he is also a true god in person.

The taboo of not looking at the gods still exists in front of the Greedy Butterfly.

But Fran didn't care, even though his white face was covered with blood, even if there were already fine cracks between his eyebrows, he still stubbornly looked at the huge compound eyes that ordinary people would have nightmares just by looking at them.

Fran was serious, as if he were dealing with those delicate machines, like a test drive feast.

He said:

"What do you think your dad does?"

Perfect!

No rhetorical invective! A groomless rebuke! Straightforward words, piercing the wickedness of the soul, less than ten words, but showing the despicability of human nature to the fullest!

Fran held a gun in his right hand, put his left hand on his forehead, wiped a handful of blood, and then tugged at his hair, as if he was enduring some kind of inescapable suffering!

Facing the huge compound eyes of the greedy butterfly, facing the mighty divine power that seemed to crush him, he laughed madly and lifted the revolver of reduction to everything in the depths of his soul! Trigger the greed of diminishing!

The eerie revolver was like an insatiable, hungry beast lying on top of Fran's soul, devouring everything it could touch. With the devouring of the subtraction, Fran's pale face became even paler, if it weren't for the lavender holding him from behind Fran with Kamui on his back, Fran would have been paralyzed to the ground at this time!

Unlike before, this time there was only one bullet condensed in the bullet nest, which was a completely different bullet from the previous one, the whole body was snow-white, and the purple color that had been dominant in the past turned into dots of lines at this time, and it was dotted on the bullet in a distorted posture.

Only the black at the warhead is a little thicker, and it already presents a feeling of pitch black like ink!

Even though the bullets of the nest are undetectable by ordinary people under the cover of the wheel, who is there who is mortal? The Dead Emperor stood up, his young and handsome face full of shock and horror, and he turned his head to look at the pawn on the side. The old face of the pawn was also shocked and horrified, but the frightened expression of the dead emperor made the old guy a little carried away, "Your Majesty, the old slave has been coveting that nine-colored koi in your back garden for a long time......"

The Dead Emperor laughed, "You old ghost, go back and get yourself!" ”

The pawn didn't answer, at this time it was obvious that watching the play was the most important, as for the reward?

When was the Dead Emperor stingy?

The celebrant sensed the bullet with a lot of breath, and was slightly moved, and the vertical eyes on the back of his head inadvertently swept over a guy who was staring at this place blankly, and he couldn't help but adjust the planned itinerary slightly.

The moment the voyeur felt the bullet, he meowed in surprise, and he didn't even dare to continue the record, and he swooped down and fell into the arms of the dead emperor.

The Dead Emperor patted the little head of the voyeur, "Peep into the kitten, and record it with peace of mind, with me, everything is worry-free!" ”

Between the gestures, there was a convincing aura revealed, and the voyeur meowed dissatisfiedly, but under the gaze of the Dead Emperor's eyes that had turned gray at some point, he could only blink his eyes of different colors, and obediently continued to record everything that happened in the field.

The lilac behind Fran was the closest to the bullet, and she felt only a chill rising from the depths of her soul, spreading down her spine and up and down her spine.

The worn-out dust gradually spilled from the barrel of the gun, this is the dust that appears for no reason, there is a smell of decay coming out, it is heavy, it is sad, it is powerless, it is a kind of passing, a passage of time, unstoppable, anything solid will be reduced to nothingness under that wash.

But above nothingness, there is death derivation, that is......

The power of the country!

More hunger emerges!

That's gluttony!

There is also a milky white glow......

Is that......

The power of erasure from nowhere......

Between the gunfire, the light suddenly appeared!

The compound eyes full of hatred were like glass, shattered in front of that strange bullet!

Dan looked at the greedy butterfly's right eye, which was shattered like a spider's web, it was a demigod! And it's not an incarnation, it's a real demigod, although it's a demigod with a big injury to the origin, but how can it be?

How can you be injured by a small bullet?

It seemed that it was only at this time that he reacted, and a scream that was a hundred times more terrible than before appeared, and the sound of countless cards intertwined sounded chaotically, and one after another screams filled this empty hall!

The Dead Emperor snorted coldly, his eyebrows were full of schadenfreude, and a majestic Great Wall appeared behind him, enclosing the sudden explosion of divinity of the Greedy Butterfly around him, so as not to disperse the power of the gods. If you hurt those mortals, it's fine, but if you hurt the secret ritual of the Feast of Bliss, it's not good.

After all, just now, Fran has made great contributions to the dead country one after another, how can such a warrior be chilled?

Fran looked at the screaming Greedy Butterfly, his cracked little face full of pleasure, he laughed maniacally, and pointed at the Greedy Butterfly with his trembling left hand.

"How dare such an ugly thing come out and make waves!"

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly fell backwards in complete exhaustion, and the lavender caught it from behind him, and the revelator smiled gently, and the smile was full of pride, he withdrew the spells everywhere, and walked slowly to Fran's side, just standing in front of Fran, looking at the miserable greedy butterfly, and slowly speaking, his gentle tone contained undisguised murderous intent and malice

"Little Butterfly, my son's banquet today is worrying about the vain success of convincing my disciples who admit death, you are kind, and you have sent a considerable result from thousands of miles."

No matter how gentle the rejoicer is, no matter how unconcerned he is, how can he calmly let the greedy butterfly go away in the face of such a fellow who dares to attack his own son in front of him?

You must know that no matter how gentle a god is in the mouths of many cooks, he is also an evil god in the mouths of others!

"I have issued a pardon to the feast of pleasure, and let them tell the many planes that I want to eat the gamblers." The revelers smiled gently, but there was a chill in their purple eyes.