"Idiot!"

In a mysterious place, Johnson looked at the news he had just received in his hand and spat out these two words disdainfully.

In fact, at the beginning, Johnson already knew Sartre's thoughts, nothing more than wanting to use this as a hole card to step on two boats, although this seems to be safer, in fact, it is the real way to die, Johnson himself and Sartre do not deal with it, since people want to die, of course he will not stop, so he sent Phyllis and No. 10 to Sartre's hands, anyway, he didn't give it to him.

Johnson is very aware of Zhao Lun's feelings for Phyllis, and he also knows that once one of the three guys dies, Zhao Lun's madness, in Johnson's opinion, this kind of madness is completely irrational, in the face of Zhao Lun in such a state, Sartre will be torn apart by Zhao Lun no matter how perfect he is. As for whether Sartre will prepare any hole cards to counter Zhao Lun? Johnson can only hehe,

This is a terrible situation for Sartre, but it is too good news for Johnson, he is very confident in his hidden means, and believes that Zhao Lun will never find him after Sartre dies, but that group of guys from the rescue club will definitely go to Zhao Lun to clarify the cause of death of Dajian No. 1.

Johnson is not worried about this at all, just clarify, anyway, with Zhao Lun's current state, even if he knows that the death of Dajian No. 1 has nothing to do with the rescue society, Zhao Lun will definitely not let go of the rescue club in his anger, and the situation of being angry and killing the person who went to the rescue club to clarify will happen 100%, so that the relationship between Zhao Lun and the rescue club will be completely broken and like fire and water, and at this point Johnson's plan is nearing the end.

As far as Johnson is concerned, he has received the news. Zhao Lun has already arrived at the 'White Bone Alliance', so the plan has reached the second stage. So far, everything has gone according to Johnson's vision, and if there are no accidents, it will continue to follow the vein that Johnson sorted out.

White Bone Alliance. In Sartre's palace, Zhao Lun in the form of a skeleton directly grabbed Sartre's neck with one hand, and his eyes were extremely cold.

"My lord, have you misunderstood something? I am loyal to you. Zhao Lun's mood fluctuated a little, but Sartre's absolute everything was still under his control, and he didn't panic, but said very aggrievedly.

"Misunderstanding, what's there to misunderstand?" Zhao Lun shook his hand casually and slapped Sartre on the golden wall of the palace, under the huge force. With a snap, Sartre's flesh shattered directly, revealing an embarrassed skeleton.

Zhao Lun walked over with a monstrous rage, and pulled this guy out of the flesh and blood: "Let me ask you humans, what about the skeleton army I left for you? That is the most elite force under your command, why didn't I notice their traces in this palace or even in this city? Did you transfer them away? Why? And what about the magic array in your palace that is obviously aimed at the skeleton clan?"

In fact, even Zhao Lun himself didn't understand why he was so rational when he was angry, and he could find out about this little detail, not to mention that Sartre suddenly heard Zhao Lun's words. couldn't help but show a surprised expression on his face, and then his face changed again and again, and finally Sartre's face finally stopped changing, revealing an indifferent smile: "This is seen, it seems that I am really acting material." ”

Sartre could have been quibbling for a while. However, this guy seems to feel that he doesn't have the need for this, he has a lot of hole cards in his hand, and in the face of Zhao Lun, he feels that no amount of preparation is too much. However, when the means were prepared to a certain level, Sartre felt that he was easily played with by his subordinates to deal with Zhao Lun. Only brute force guys are already nine out of ten, so if they are seen through, they will be seen through. It's a good time to try your own tricks.

After Sartre's words were finished, in the entire hall, mysterious runes lit up one by one, like a cheerful swimming fish, swimming with great aura in this palace, and after a while, a magic array completely composed of runes appeared in this palace, after this rune appeared, a special fluctuation only locked Zhao Lun, Zhao Lun was very keenly aware that this fluctuation could weaken 100% of the ability of the skeleton clan, whether it was fighting qi or mana or spiritual power would be suppressed by this mysterious power。

Sartre looked at Zhao Lun, who was entangled in a mysterious aura, and said triumphantly: "This magic array is called 'Skeleton's Wail', I am specially preparing for you, even if it is a 'nightmare' level existence, the power of the fifth layer will be suppressed, and this magic array can also imprison you for a second when it is fully activated." ”

Sartre looked at Zhao Lun, who was unimpressed, and continued, "You may feel that a second of time is nothing to you, even if I use all my strength, it is impossible to kill you in a second. Saying this, Sartre paused, looked at Zhao Lun who was in the ruler, and his face was full of happiness and cruel smile: "I fought so hard for this second, I didn't want to kill you, did you see the ice coffin that trapped the two stupid skeletons of Phyllis and Ten?" I set up special magic traps in it, it only takes me a second to detonate them, and although the power of those magic traps is not very great, it is enough if I just want the lives of Phyllis and Ten, and I have to work hard to get them to this point of half-death to ensure that they will die. ”

When he heard this sentence, the aura on Zhao Lun's body surged, and those mysterious aura seemed to be broken by Zhao Lun at any time.

"Don't move, I'm afraid I've accidentally detonated a magic trap and killed those two stupid skeletons. Sartre said fearlessly, and sure enough, when he heard this sentence, the breath on Zhao Lun's body eased.

"That's right, don't be impulsive, I can assure you that as long as you don't mess around, I won't kill those two stupid skeletons. But it's not a good idea for us to be at a stalemate, you know, I'm not as idle as you, but I'm still in charge of a huge territory. Well, I know that you undead have a natal pact to recognize a human or some other creature as the master. Even if the other party is a skeleton, there is no problem at all, I think this contract is very interesting. How about you come to recognize me as the Lord?" Sartre said this, looking at Zhao Lun's eyes full of greed.

This guy in front of him is a legendary-level existence, not long ago he was begging for a living under his hands, and almost everything he has now is given by him, but now, everything will change soon, and everything that the guy on the other side has will become his own, including himself.

Being able to make a strong man who was still high up not long ago become his own slave is the most charming feeling! Sartre looked at Zhao Lun in front of him proudly. He has a lot of time, and he is not worried that Zhao Lun will refuse him at all, he knows that Zhao Lun on the other side will resist a little, but it doesn't matter if he is fully prepared, no matter how the other party resists, it is impossible to succeed, as long as he survives a few resistances, the skeleton on the opposite side will definitely give in.

At this point, Sartre was quite confident, because he knew the skeleton on the other side.

At this time, Zhao Lun, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke: "You want me to sign a natal contract with you?"

"Yes!" Sartre smirked.

"You want to serve me?" Zhao Lun said again with an expressionless face.

"That's right!"

"Do you have this qualification?" Zhao Lun said this, Sartre was full of fanatical power, and was about to tell Zhao Lun loudly that he was completely qualified by this qualification.

"Smack". The two ice coffins that trapped Phyllis and Tenth were quietly unraveled, and Sartre's face instantly turned pale: "What's the matter? You have been standing here? How did you remove those two ice coffins." ”

"Do you really think that you can control me with this half-baked magic array and an inaccessible magic trap? It's ridiculously stupid. Zhao Lun said coldly and clicked. The magic array that was originally arranged to wrap around Zhao Lun's body collapsed instantly.

"No, I still have hole cards. You can't ...... so easily" Sartre's face changed drastically, and he was about to say something, but Zhao Lun didn't want to hear anything from him now, so he grabbed his skeleton directly and used it violently. Soul search' found all the news he wanted to know from Sartre's soul fire, and all this news of course included the conspiracy of Sartre and Johnson in full view, and also knew the true news of Dajian No. 1, but this one was not good news, when Zhao Lun knew that Dajian No. 1 was really dead, a flame erupted from Zhao Lun's skeleton.

The most common way is to cry, whether it is a sound cry or a silent cry, but what about skeletons? What does a skeleton look like when it is most sad and painful?

This is a question that no one in the Continent of the Gods may have thought about before, nor was it clear, but soon everyone knew, it turned out that skeletons would also cry, and at the same time, they understood more deeply that the crying of an incomparably powerful existence was not so easy to observe, and the price was so heavy that this continent could not afford it at all.

If you ask Zhao Lun who his closest subordinates are before Zhao Lun's system is charged? Zhao Lun has no way to answer you, but in general, he can't do without those few, either Phyllis or Olis, but after the system is charged, there will be another big sword No. 1, because in Zhao Lun's memory for hundreds of years, Dajian No. 1 is the one who accompanies him day and night.

These memories that have just been lost are extremely profound, Zhao Lun seems to have re-experienced that period of time, he re-faced the scene of watching Dajian No. 1 disappointed and powerless to save, originally he thought it was all over, those were just memories in reality Dajian No. 1 was still alive, but immediately someone told him that Dajian No. 1 was dead, this time it was really dead.

"I still haven't been able to save you. Zhao Lun muttered softly, and then Zhao Lun cried, no tears, no sobs, no crying, but for a moment the entire continent was immersed in an extremely sad mood. It's very depressing, the world seems to have been suddenly muted, and even the most unscrupulous insects that chirp without a little wisdom on weekdays obediently shut up.

"What's going on? This breath? Could it be the skeleton? Is that guy crying again?Wonder why I feel the way I feel?" The angel girl looked at the place where Zhao Lun was, thinking silently, as strong as she couldn't say anything.

"Damn, when did that guy become so powerful? This always feels not much worse than the previous one, doesn't it? He seems to have time in his hand for the mystical magic weapon, and the damn guy can't be provoked at all, damn Johnson, that madman actually killed the Great Sword One, what should I do now?" thought to the dervishe.

"Is it him? He's crying, hehe, he's really crying, he's ......crying, he's crying," Johnson smiled maniacally, hiding in the mystery.

In the eastern part of the continent, Olis looked at where Zhao Lun was, watched quietly, and said after a long time: "Do you need me to help you?"

After saying this, Olis himself felt puzzled how he could say this.

After a long, long time, when people thought that the world was going to fall into this kind of eternal silence and sorrow, countless cries rang out, not from Zhao Lun, but from those who had bitterness in their hearts, whether it was the gray-haired old man who missed his children and grandchildren, or the child who was wronged by the candy in his hand, or the strange people of all colors, etc., even not human beings also cried. For a moment, the whole world was enveloped in crying.

This is the power that Zhao Lun has now. His sadness alone will make the world grieve with him, but this world may not be able to withstand this kind of sadness, because even the plants begin to wither in the sad mood, if it lasts in this state for more than ten days, then ninety percent of the human beings in the whole world will die in this sorrow, if it exceeds twenty days, more than eighty percent of the plants in this world will be completely disappointed and extinct, and as long as it exceeds thirty days, then this world will basically be scrapped.

And seeing that Zhao Lun's concept of time has slowly departed from the category of human beings, no one knows whether he will cry for a long time. (To be continued......)