Law of the Devil
Chapter 326 [He's a Man]
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Chapter 306 [He's a Human Being]
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Leaving the town of Broken Back Mountain, everything that happened in the town, the Temple Chief Justice and the Holy Knights would naturally rush up in return. But none of this has much to do with Dewey.
He's thinking about his escape plan. This White River is not only powerful without edge, but more importantly, he is also intelligent, definitely not the kind of fool who only tastes arrogant.
Along the way, Dewey thought, if we're really going to make a trick out of this guy, maybe we can do it. It's just that after the other party, with his strong strength to back him up, he can immediately rearrest Dewey, and then piss off this moody guy, it's not good enough.
Along the way, however, the White River was polite to Dewey and did not really regard him as a prisoner. As long as Dewey doesn't run away, the White River will never limit him to anything else. Even occasionally, you're welcome to say a few words to Dewey.
Two more days west, at the end of the day, the two of them walked on wild roads and had already missed their boarding towns - not to blame Dewey.
Neither of them, one of the higher wizard kings, will necessarily come down once in a decade. One is the honorable Duke, once upon a time, but whenever he went out, this kind of pre-fight thing had people worrying about him. Where would Dewey himself care about these trivial things? As a result, the two men flew on the road in the afternoon and missed their accommodation until the sun went west. They suddenly strangled the horse and looked at each other.
In this one, a big one or two monsters, as if all of a sudden there was a strange acquiescence, looking at each other and laughing at each other, Dewey sighed: “Looks like we're going out into the wilderness tonight, but unfortunately I didn't bring a tent. ”
The White River said softly, "That's nothing. I'm on a snow mountain, where water drips into ice, and I sit on a snow bee all the time. ”
After that, the two of them got off the horse and searched for a slightly flatter spot on the roadside wilderness, ready to camp.
The colder the winter, the northwest the colder the weather. After the fire, Dewey looked at the clouds far from the sky and smiled bitterly: "I hope it doesn't rain tonight. ”
The White River, sad, sat beside the fire, bounced the dust from the clothes, casually touched a thick stick from the side as a pillow, and lay down.
He's the Witch King, and Dewey is his prisoner now. Dewey Jean didn't expect this wizard king to have the virtue of "treating prisoners well”.
He has been bumping on the horse for a day. He already has sore waist and legs. He just feels like he's about to break up. At this moment, he's hungry. He doesn't expect this Mr. White River to make himself anything to eat - but he hasn't seen him eat anything on his own. Can this guy not eat or drink? Isn't that a fairy?!
Dewey sighed and searched the surrounding wasteland for a while - two days down, Dewey felt the sad temper of the White River, a very lazy personality who seemed indifferent to everything and cared nothing. Though Dewey is his prisoner, he doesn't care as long as he doesn't leave a few hundred meters around him. Even once, Dewey went out to find something to eat, walked all the way, couldn't even see the White River saddened - at that time Dewey was really moved, really wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but the thought just moved, felt the cold behind her back, a fierce kill tightly locked herself! Dewey sighed and gave up.
It is not difficult to find food around at this moment.
After all, it's not the first time Dewey's been taken prisoner. Gandalf the White Robe has captured the frozen forests of the North before - much more comfortable with this white river than with Gandalf the White Robe. At least this Mr. White River Woe won't let himself punch himself in the mouth with a magic puppet.
Dewey pulled out a few groundhog caves in the wilderness, and in the winter these snake rats and other things were hibernating, and as long as we could find their cave locations, it wasn't hard to catch them.
A moment later, Dewey caught two fat groundhog rats, plus a flower snake, and came back. Sitting next to the fire, he ripped open his belly, peeled off his fur, and used the water in his sachet to clean it up, then found two branches, stringed two groundhogs, and roasted them on the fire. After a while, Dewey flipped out another big pot in the storage ring.
This pot is not for camp barbecue, but a magic pharmacist's tool for O.D., but at this point, Dewey used it to prepare a pot of snake spoon.
To say that Dewey's craftsmanship, though not superior, is, after all, originally from China in previous life. Chinese cuisine is well known in the world, and a little bit of the home-cooked dishes are made out, and there are no flavors, and the diet is very different from that of the Loren mainlanders. The old man praised Dewey's craftsmanship on the way to the ice-covered forest before Dewey was captured by Gandalf the White Robe. At this moment, Dewey's geisha was repeated. A moment later, the aromas were overflowing on the fire. The two barbecued groundhogs were roasted by Dewey with a touch of roast flesh and spices floating beneath the nose of the White River.
Though expensive as a wizard king on Snow Mountain, the White River spent its entire life on the pursuit of strength by virtue of his character and cultivation, this appetite never even occurred to me. On top of the snow mountains, ice and snow, where's the good stuff? Even if it's meat and vegetables, as soon as we get to that place, it gets frozen, so where can we talk about the delicious?
At this moment, the White River was lying there sad, but only felt the scent smelled. It was actually tempting that he had never seen before in his life. He had to sit up, his eyes looked at Dewey and his eyes were full of curiosity.
Dewey's whole spirit was focused on fixing that pot of snake soup spoon. At this moment, the big pot burned on fire for a while. The soup mumbled and rolled away. Dewey freely made a branch to peel off the book, dipped in the soup spoon, tasted it, and had to sigh comfortably.
Looking back at White River's sad and curious eyes, Dewey moved in his heart and laughed: “Mr. White, let's try it together. There are no more than five people in the world who can eat the food that Dewey has cooked himself. ”
After that, I took down a bunch of roasted groundhogs and passed them over. The White River was also unwelcome, and then took a bite, but was immediately burned. He spent most of his life on the snow mountain, before he became king of witches, he spent most of his time on the snow bee. When he was thirsty, he drank a few bites of snow water. When he was hungry, he stuffed a little cold food, and rarely touched any food. At this moment, he bit down and was burned a little awkward.
When Dewey saw this powerful man, even in the face of the Holy Strong, he might not have been able to hurt him a little, but at this moment he was almost burned by a string of barbecues, and he had to laugh a little. The White River gripped the barbecue, looked twice, and thought about it. I think the temperature was too high, suddenly I frowned, lifted a finger, and gently rowed over the barbecue.
When he heard the sound, Dewey glared at the ball, staring at the grieving fingertips of the White River and shooting a frost fight, instantly froze the hot barbecue into ice. White River was sad but didn't think of it. He chewed his mouth and ate it squeamishly. He frowned again: “How come it's cold and it's not good? ”
In his eyes, Dewey wanted to laugh, but looked at the white river sadness in front of him, but he really looked blind. He suddenly had to give a little pity to this powerful man who had reached the level of anti-heaven...
This little pity is ridiculous. I don't know how many times the strength of the White River is higher. Where can I pity him? It's just that Dewey looked at the White River and faced such a string of barbecue, it all seemed a little confused and she had to sigh in her heart...
Everybody knows how hard it is! The White River is almost invincible over the continent... but can a man like him really have fun?
It is true that he stands at the height of the power of this world, and the price that can be paid is truly breathtaking.
All the fun in life, eating and wearing, I'm afraid he's never enjoyed a drop in his life.
What's the point of a life like this, even if you've practiced against the sky?
Thinking of this, Dewey had to sigh, and the mockery of the White River suddenly disappeared. After laughing, he blew the barbecue in his hand and handed it to him, smiling: “Mr. White has probably never eaten this kind of food, but this can't be roasted with ice. I'll cook it again with your string. Eat this first. Don't make it ice with a fight this time. Hold it in your hand for a while. When it gets a little cold, it will taste good. ”
The White River took what Dewey had handed over and turned around in his hand and shook his head: “When it gets cold? This thing is so hot right now, if it gets cold on its own, it'll have to wait a while. Alas... I have been practicing for almost minutes and seconds of my life. For me, eating is a race for seconds. I just need to fill my stomach with something right away. Where can I wait for it to get cold? If I had to do this every time I ate, I didn't know how much longer I would have to spend practicing. ”
Dewey listened to the silence and thought about it for a while before cautiously saying: "Mr. Bai, in your opinion, is it really a pleasure to forget about sleeping and eating like a cripple and to have a hard time repairing your life? ”
The White River was sad about the problem, but it seemed to be silent for a while, then shook his head and said with a low voice: “I... I don't know, I never thought about it. All I know is, I really want to be strong, the stronger the better. That's what I want. ”
After that, they were silent and the atmosphere silenced for a moment.
After all, on the wilderness, the winter evening is still cold. Less than a moment, the hot barbecue is slightly cooler. Although it is still hot, it is not hot. The White River took a bite and smiled. “You're right, it's so much better. ”
Dewey also laughed. At this moment, it seems that the relationship between the two is no longer between the captive and the captive, as if they were friends and companions.
White River's meal was huge, but he ate two strands of barbecue meat by himself. After Dewey handed him a bowl of snake spoon, he drank it and had to pick his eyebrows: "Yummy! This stuff tastes better with barbecue. ”
Dewey watched him drink sweet, he couldn't stand to rob him, he drank only one bowl of snake spoon, ate half full, and he stopped eating.
After the White River had eaten, he looked at Dewey and smiled, and suddenly the tone became very sincere: “This is the most comfortable meal I've had in decades. By the way, I want to thank you. ”
Dewey had no idea that this tough murderer would be so kind to himself. He stunned for a moment and said: “I've been sad all my life. I would never want to owe anyone anything. So, you buy me this delicious meal, and I'll pay you back one or two. Speaking of which, if I let you go, that's absolutely not possible. I also told you that the beast pet was of great use to me, and I could never give up. But besides that, what's so hard about you, tell me that I can fulfill one of your requirements. ”
After a pause, he smiled suddenly: "Do you have any enemies in your life? Anyway, I have time around now, and I'm not too busy going back to Snow Mountain right away. You told me that if I had time, I would kill him for you right away, and it wouldn't be difficult. ”
His two sentences naturally smell like the world. But with his strength, he does have the right to say such arrogant words! His skill, almost the number one in the world, Dewey had already thought about what he knew, but none of them could be his opponents. Even the pope who lived in that temple, in Dewey's view, was at most Gandhoff's level, and that was probably not the White River's grieving rival.
He said that whoever he wanted to kill could indeed have done so.
When Dewey heard it, a ridiculous thought suddenly arose in her heart: Why don't I let him kill the old dragon for me? If this mighty man encounters that millennial dragon, it must be a great war!
However, this absurd idea just flashed by. Wouldn't it be foolish not to say that the White River really went to a life and death duel with a master of his own class to eat a meal of Dewey... I don't think he was that foolish.
Besides, Dewey now knows that the Dragon Nation is the line of defense against the sinners in the north of Shenshan. Killing the Dragon is painful, but not necessarily a good thing.
More importantly, from here to the north, through the frozen forests, through the forgotten ice sheds, to the dragon tribe's mountains, and this time again, it will never be possible for months. And the White River was saddened to go down the mountain once, but only for three months, and he just said, "If it's time," to help Dewey kill. If it were to go beyond his time, he would never refuse.
Dewey's thoughts flashed and he skipped mentioning them. Looking at the White River, suddenly my heart moved and I laughed: “Mr. White, in your opinion, can a man like me have any wish that cannot be fulfilled? ”
After a pause, Dewey slowed down: “As Duke of the Empire, I hold power and admire it. Whatever I want to eat and what I want to wear, I don't have to do it, and naturally my people get me the best. If I like women sexually, as long as I move my eyeballs as I please, hundreds of beautiful women can line up in front of me and let me choose. Life is nothing more than eating, wearing and living, carefully enjoying it once, so as not to injustice the life of the world. So I'm not particularly sorry anymore. Glorious, expensive, good wine, good food, how have I not enjoyed it? At the height of power, I've tasted it. For a lifetime like this, I've had enough. ”
After a moment of meditation, the White River looked at Dewey and said, “You're right, you're satisfied. ”
Dewey's heart moved, adding another sentence: “Mr. Bai, speaking of status, you are the true master of the prairie, and the king of the prairie will lift your nose. By the way, your position is much higher than mine. It's just a pity that, in my opinion, you're invincible, but this life is far from me. ”
White River frowned. “Oh? ”
Dewey's eyes caged in his eyes and suddenly he felt cold, biting his teeth and scratching his scalp: “Nice! If you think I'm wrong, I'll ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, what if I'm wrong? ”
White River's sad eyes are even weirder: “Ask, I'll listen. ”
Dewey took a deep breath and put up a finger: “I know my lover, I know my heart, I know her, she knows me, whether I am poor and rich, the Duke or the common people, whether I am strong or not, the famous magician of the mainland, or the grass roots of other people's soles. I know that she always loved me and turned to me. Anytime, she'll follow me. Stay with me! Have you ever tasted such feelings, such knowing lovers, Mr. White? ”
The White River was silent for a moment and shook its head: "No. ”
Dewey nodded and raised his second finger: “I was born into a rich family with a father who had high hopes for me since I was a child, a merciful mother to whom I had mercy, and a younger brother who looked upon me more as an idol. When I was young, it was a major illness, my mother prayed for me on her knees in front of the statue on a rainy night for me, and then she couldn't stop sleeping, taking care of me to live! My brother sees me as heaven, he sees me as an idol, he really relies on me, he is very attached to me, and the brotherhood is good! Mr. White, have you ever tasted this kind of affection? ”
The White River was silent for a while and shook its head: "No. ”
Dewey sighed and put up his third finger: “I have a good friend who has had an affectionate life. He is a great man and a great man! But we can go out and trust each other, even if one day, we can give our lives to each other without hesitation! He knows what I want, I know what he wants! Have you ever tasted such friendship, Mr. White? ”
The White River mourned this silence for a longer time and finally shook its head: “No. ”
Dewey smiled and put up his fourth finger: “I have loyal men, I know they love me, respect me as heaven, respect me! But not just because of that iron law! Even though one day I was no longer a duke, and no longer a man of this position of power, they also saluted me with all their heart! Such a loyal disciple, Gatekeeper... Mr. Bai, do you have one? ”
The White River suddenly laughed and shook his head: "No! I have a noble place on Snow Mountain, but I know that most people on Snow Mountain are now in awe of my abilities, and those who truly respect me are not necessarily half. I took the position of the Witch King by thunder, and I was honored with strength. If I don't have the strength to do this one day, I'm afraid no one will follow me again. ”
What does Dewey have to continue to say? The smile on the grieving face of the White River grew weird. A pair of eyes looked cold at Dewey and suddenly said: “Duke of Tulip, you know, these questions, in fact, many years ago, people asked me something like that! ”
Dewey suddenly laughed. “Oh? ”
The White River nodded sadly, his eyes finally let go of Dewey, floating far away, his eyes flashed a hint of sinister past, and he said, “When I caught up with Blue Haiyue and Red Water on Snow Mountain, I was about to kill them. Blue Hyatt suddenly asked me a few questions, probably the same words you said today. Humph... Blue Haiyue is truly brilliant and powerful, knowing that they are not my opponents, but trying to shake my mind with such words! It's just, how can I be shaken by such simple words? So..."
His head turned to Dewey, and he laughed, “Dewey, are you saying this to me with the same intentions as the Blue Hyatt did? It's just that you don't have to waste your time. Such offensive words are useless to me. Blue Hyatt made himself smart, tried to shake me with this set, but instead it pissed me off and killed him! I'm not a very good person, even if I'll regret it later, but if you really pissed me off, I'll kill you first. Do you understand?”
Dewey laughed bitterly: "Well, I won't say it. ”
The white river smiled faintly, his sleeves rolled, and he came with a flame of gas. He shot into the middle of the fire. The flame suddenly rose and the temperature warmed up a lot, but he lay down on the ground: "Okay, don't say anything more, go to sleep! Don't blame for being rude if you say you don't have the strength to rush tomorrow. ”
Dewey sat there, feeling helpless. He also had to accuse himself of being stupid. What character is this White River sadness? If it really is him, he can shake his heart, and he is not White River sad!!
Depressed in his heart, he lay down and slept in his clothes.
In the middle of the night, all of a sudden the clouds rolled over the sky, the wind made a big scene, and Dewey sat up, looking at the sky, smiling bitterly: "I really am a crow mouth, hoping it wouldn't rain, but it did! ”
Suddenly he saw the White River roll over, glanced at Dewey, closed his eyelids again, coldly said: "The unknown boy, it's not going to rain, it's going to snow. I lived on the snow mountains all my life, and the signs before it snowed in the sky were most clear to me. ”
Dewey smiled bitterly: "You're in a good mood. Whether it's raining or snowing, we can't stay overnight in this place, or get up... I think there's a mountain ahead, maybe we can find a cave to spend the night in. ”
White River smiled. “Just sleep. It's okay. ”
Since he had said so, Dewey had to lie down, but less than a moment later, he felt a cold wind strike and a snowflake fell over the sky.
The snow fell and temperatures dropped sharply. Though he was a magician and powerful in spirit, Dewey's body was not strong enough to be perverted. He couldn't help but get a little cold, shaky, and rose up and turned a magician's robe from the storage ring over his body.
But after a while, his mouth suddenly opened wide, looking at the sky, he had to stay!
It turns out that this snowflake falls, the view of the past, the snow falls all the time, but only in the place where I and the White River are sad, in the range of 100 meters, above my head, but there is suddenly a glimmer of golden light over my head, let the sky and snow add up, but not a single snowflake can fall!
Dewey knew it was the White River who did it, so he had to sigh... this spell was used as an umbrella, and Dewey couldn't do it... but the ordinary strong man, no matter what, wouldn't take the energy to do this boring thing, only the White River sad such a pervert strong enough to counter sky level would waste this power to do this kind of thing.
He did not know that the White River spent his life practicing on the snow mountains, often sitting in the open and painstaking, and the wind and snow added up. He always did, but refused to move the place, and such painstaking cultivation, on the contrary, promoted the human potential!
Couldn't sleep cold, Dewey simply sat there in her coat, couldn't help looking at the White River sadness, and as soon as her heart moved, a question came up, and she said, “Mr. White, I have a question for you. ”
“Say." The White River mourned Dewey, returning only one word.
“You said those words, and Blue Hyatt said them to you. Instead of shaking your mind, you get angry and want to kill. Then why didn't you kill Blue Hyatt back then? ”
The White River was sad and silent for a while before slowing down: “Happy Blue didn't tell you about these things? I had not yet fully understood the witchcraft of usurpation, and my strength was less than 10%. It was just a little difficult to kill them both. ”
And Dewey shook his head and said, "If I had believed that before I met you, now I don't believe that. Mr. Bai, I've only been dealing with you for a short two days, but you were extremely arrogant. Although you had only 10% of your strength at the time, if you really pissed off you, you must also kill people if you spell serious injuries! ”
The White River suddenly sat up and turned around and looked at Dewey, in the dark, with his silver-gray hair dancing, and then smiled with a smile. “Hmm, looks like you know me well enough to ask yourself? ”
Dewey was silent, just looking at the White River.
“It's nothing to tell you.” The White River thought and laughed, “Those words, to shake my heart, are absolutely impossible. But what Blue Hyatt said to me wasn't ineffective. Instead, it aroused a little curiosity. Though I do not shake my heart, I wonder about my aspirations. But I'm also interested in what Hyatt Blue says. I don't have to think about love and friendship. But affection, that's the biggest reason I let Blue Hyatt go. ”
After a pause, he looked at Dewey and laughed: “A little bit, you probably don't know. Blue Hyatt, he's my own brother. So, at the time, my heart was a little soft, I didn't kill him, but Blue Haiyue was also really smart, so he forced me to make a vow to kill him in the future, I must not be hurt a little, otherwise I can't kill him. ”
Dewey laughed, "This oath is too cheap for him. Even if you are stronger, it is difficult to meet a holy class strong like him and beat him without a scratch. Don't you regret this vow? ”
Unexpectedly, Dewey laughed. “Of course I regret it. I went back to the mountains and regretted it. ”
“…” Dewey stood still and looked at the White River sadly. I really didn't think he would say such a thing.
“But what if I regret it?” The White River frowned and smiled. “Who am I?" Naturally, since I made a vow, I will not eat my vows! How can that fat thing be done by me? ”
After the answer, the White River looked at Dewey sadly: "I was in a good mood to buy me dinner today, so I told you these boring things. But now my good mood is running out, and I don't have much patience left. So you better keep your mouth shut now! From now until dawn, if you say one more word, I'll cut your tongue right off! If you don't believe me, you can try. ”
After that, he lay down again and went to sleep.
Dewey smiled and closed her mouth tightly.
But in my heart I had to come up with an idea:
Did the words of the Blue Sea really not shake the White River's sad heart? I don't think so! White River said in his mouth that he didn't care, but in his heart... only he knew what he was thinking.
He's strong, but after all, he's human too!
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After dawn, after a night of snowstorms, the wilderness was already silver.
The branches were filled with silver prisms, and Dewey stood in the snow and jumped a few times, moving her hands and feet. I just haven't slept well all night, and I've been running around a little bit.
Moving in my heart, I was just in the snow, taking off my coat, and following the strange set of "star fighting" moves, I did it honestly.
The basic action of this star fighting is really divine. After a while, the body feels refreshed and the body's heat rises, and the spirit is rejuvenated. The soreness in your body swept away.
White River sadness has also risen, watching Dewey move, at first just indifferent, no interference, can wait for Dewey to complete the set of action twice, suddenly a surprise flashed in his eyes, couldn't help but “raze”.
Picking up a snow troupe and shooting at Dewey, he pounded, bouncing on Dewey's knees, Dewey's legs flattened, and suddenly a snap. When he raised his head, the White River was already in front of him.
“Where did you learn this action?!” White River's sad expression is serious.
When he asked, his expression seemed cool and calm, but his eyes were hidden in an unspeakable heat and turmoil!!!
(Ladies and gentlemen, please note that there are more strikes to be made tonight, but it will be later. Anyway, there are European Cup finals in the morning, and I expect a lot of brothers staying up late, so if you want, you can wait for more tonight - remember to get your monthly tickets ready.
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