The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 228

When Menggot woke up, he was lying with the children of evil omens.

For a moment, he thought he was dreaming back to the sewers of Wangcheng.

But when he found that there were still hybrids lying beside him, and seeing the bright golden tree light above his head, he woke up from his daze.

I saw a man wearing a heavy robe and a tightly covered hood—a standard perfumer’s dress standing beside him, adjusting some medicinal herbs, and preparing to take good care of his neighbors and patients, and another Son of Omen.

The perfumer fed the medicine into the mouth of the Son of Omen, cut open the tumor spot on his body, and stuck a patch of herbal medicine outside.

The Son of Evil Omen screamed, as if he was in great pain, but his limbs had already been hooped and tied to the bed, no matter how much he struggled, it would only make the roar more painful at best.

The limbs of the Son of Omen were firmly fixed on the bed board, and his chest and waist swelled irregularly under the action of tense muscles, like a boulder thrown into a lake to stir up a huge wave, but it did not fall back for a long time, showing great pain.

The huge wave suddenly receded, and the Son of Omen fainted. He lay on the bed with his expressionless face turned towards Montgothet, foaming from the corner of his mouth.

Meng Gete saw cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"You shouldn't try to treat him." Meng Gete said in a cold voice, "Evil omens are unsolvable chronic diseases. If the defilement can be removed so easily, it will not be defilement. It is kindness to let them fend for themselves."

"Don't move, it's time for you to be treated." The perfumer's voice was muffled in the hood. "Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. After the treatment, the pain will disappear."

The perfumer said, putting the herbs aside, and began to fasten the straps on Montgotte's limbs.

"Stop, this is a treasonous act!" Meng Gete's voice was louder, but his body had not yet fully recovered, and the weak and quick-moving perfumer was restrained by his limbs.

Just handing the herbal medicine to Montgothet, the strong pungent smell already made him alert and nervous, the scales all over his body stood up, and the tumor spots trembled.

"Don't be nervous, there will be some pain for the first time, but it will be comfortable after that..." the perfumer comforted Meng Gete, and took the herbal medicine closer.

Meng Get pursed his mouth, curled his head, and held his breath away from the herbs.

The perfumer kept stuffing herbs into his mouth, restricted by the hospital bed, and his movement was always restricted.

A black shadow flung out, and its thick tail broke out from under Mengget, and sent the perfumer flying, smashing bottles and jars, and taking two or three hospital beds with him.

Meng Gete was a little surprised. He thought his strength had been weakened due to weakness, but he didn't expect to have such strength.

Discovering the damage he had caused, Menggot, who had just avoided the herbs, suddenly became concerned about the perfumer.

The perfumer enjoys a high reputation in Wangcheng, and he once sent the perfumers to fight and stripped their honor, so he was ashamed. This time, people still wanted to save him, but he was attacked, and his life and death were unknown.

But in the smoke and dust, there was an overturned hospital bed blocking it, and Mengget couldn't see the perfumer's current situation clearly.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" Patch rushed over immediately.

He walked to the overturned hospital bed, took a look, and immediately stepped over to Montguet:

"That's your fault. He kindly saved you. How can you attack him?"

In the face of other people's questioning, Mengget put away his hidden concern and said in a cold voice:
"I have warned you, don't treat bad omens again."

"Aren't you a bad omen yourself?" Patch said.

"That has nothing to do with who I am." Menggot said, "I am a bad omen, and it means that I am adhering to the laws of the Golden Law."

"So you hurt the kind and weak perfumer?"

Menggot said: "If you are still insisting, you are hurting them. Knowing that contacting the bad omen will be defiled and cursed, you still have to let them heal."

"It's a good way to shake the pot." Patch said, "You can throw people away directly, why can't you just knock over the herbs with less effort?"

"I am born with supernatural power."

"What a natural power." Patch said, "Then why are you still tied to the bed?"

Montgomery closed his eyes, did not look at Patch, and did not answer the question.

Patch sighed, motioned for the others to leave, and stood beside the bad omen: "Blessed King Menggot—"

"I am Markit, the ominous ghost." Menggot insisted on the character design.

"Okay, Markit," Patch said, "I didn't force the perfumers to cure the bad omens. The sign is that old diseases cannot be cured, why not obey them and respect their wishes?"

Hearing Patch's words, Menggot softened his attitude, and he glanced at his head: "Even persistence is dangerous, it will make people have unrealistic hopes, and more people will be cursed."

"But sometimes, even blasphemy and defilement are necessary..." Patch sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Our caravan is being targeted by the Volcanic Mansion." Patch said, "Perhaps...if necessary, we can use the Defiler to defend against the frequent attacks of the Volcanic Mansion."

"No, what's the difference between that and Volcano's behavior?" Menggot suddenly looked at Patch, "Besides, Volcano's mansion is also fighting with Defilers, do you think they will be afraid?"

"We have no other choice. If we don't try, how will we know?" Patch said, "How about...can you do me a favor?"

Montgomery closed his eyes and thought.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Patch gestured behind him.

Behind the overturned hospital bed, the perfumer stood up, pulled off the hood to reveal Lance Shanks' face, and gestured to Patch.

The ominous omen that had passed out from the herbal anesthesia before also climbed up, turned into an irregular fluid, and stretched out a hand to gesture.

What Patch meant was to let Mengget be a little short in morality first, and then to make him obediently obey.

Meng Gete thought for a moment, opened his eyes and said, "No."

"Why?" Patch was stunned.

"You will still heal the Son of Omen," Menggot said. "Before you know my identity, the treatment has already begun. You just want to use my power to resist the volcano. I will not participate in the war, and you will all die. , or if all the children of ominous omens are dead, the research on treating the children of ominous omens will naturally stop."

Patch was stunned for two seconds, but he didn't expect Menggot to answer like this.

Is this guy really brainwashed by the Golden Law?
Patch then became annoyed:
"If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined, right? I'll let you die first!"

The hospital bed under Mengget suddenly cracked, and the thick tail directly smashed the bed, tearing the restraints off his body.

The tall figure of the son of evil omen pressed in front of Paqi, his eyes were horrifying:
"Oh? How are you going to kill me? Let's try."

Facing the oppression of the demigod, Patch didn't turn around and run away, but nodded:

"Okay, that's what you said."

Patch was empty-handed, and spread his hands and said: "I don't need a weapon, you kneel later, don't say I bully you."

Not far away, Lance Shanks, who was hiding behind the hospital bed, heard Patch's arrogant words and widened his eyes:

"Is this guy so strong? Could it be that this guy is also hiding? This guy can be regarded as equal by Wuming, maybe he really has two brushes..."

I saw Patch take out something from his arms and press it on the ground.

The Omen King, one of the demigods, the successor of the center of gravity Rune, and the former king of Rodel directly lay on the ground.

The golden light array suppressed Meng Gete's body, and the ancient golden tree coat of arms when he changed from the golden people back to the real son of the omen was under him, as if the man-eating tree roots suppressed him firmly.

"How is it possible..." Menggot was shocked.

He is too familiar with this power. When he was young, his mother specially engraved the cursed prisoner on his body in order to discipline him.

"Everyone heard it, he asked for it himself. I have never heard of such a request in my life." Patch squatted beside Menggot with a grinning grin.

"Where did you get that..."

Under the restraint of the prison, Menggot struggled to speak a few words.

"I have my own way." Patch said, "Now are you willing to help? If you cooperate, everyone will win. If you don't cooperate, I will make you extremely happy."

Meng Gete was silent, struggling to resist the oppression of the prison equipment.

"You don't have to worry about it." Paqi said, "Please expertly repair it, it will last for a long time, lock in nutrients and lock in moisture for a long-lasting moisturizing..."

"How is it possible to fix..." said Montgothet.

"Why can't it be repaired?" Patch said as he took out a handful of luminous powder from his pocket, rubbed it on the prison equipment, and the prison equipment became more and more shiny, "There is a great blacksmith in our caravan. I can fix it."

Meng Gete gritted his teeth, but did not give in.

"Do you think that will allow me to fight for you?" said Montgothet. "Innocent, I will not fight for heresy. Great caravans, and volcanoes, you better kill each other and destroy yourself."

Patch crouched on the ground and looked at Menggot from the bottom up:
"Using the defilement, Wangcheng can't blame the volcano. Why did the Sons of Omen and the Perfumers join the war? Let the Defilers fight, and let the good Perfumers be tortured and go crazy. Golden Dynasty, so noble .”

When Patch spoke acrimonious words, they seemed to be heavier than the prison equipment. Menggot's body sank, as if he no longer resisted the suppression of the prison equipment, and completely lay on the ground.

"My attitude has never changed." Menggot said indifferently, "If the Son of Omen died because of the war, that would be a good thing, including myself. I won't help the merchant, just kill me."

"You are really a stone blocking our business road. The stone in the latrine is smelly and hard." Patch marveled.

"It means that the big caravan is walking on a dirty and dirty road, just like me." Menggot said.

Paqi sighed: "It seems that there is only some severe punishment."

Patch clapped his hands, as if to greet someone.

Lance Shanks flew over, kicked Patch with a flying kick, and landed lightly. He had already changed into a long silk dress that was elegant and chic.

The prison controller in Patch's hand fell to the ground, and the seal on Menggott was lifted.

Lance Shanks picked up the prison equipment, turned around and helped Montgotte, and raised two pairs of huge wings behind him. One pair fanned the strong wind, and the other pair moved forward, protecting Montgotte to take off and disappearing at the edge of the Asian altar. , to the lake area.

After landing with Mengget, Lance Shanks folded his four wings, put Mengget on the ground, squatted in front of him and asked with concern:

"Are you okay?"

Meng Gete glanced over his head: "You don't have to hug so tightly all the time."

Along the way, Lance Shanks hugged Menggot tightly, different from his father's hug, the rock-skinned ancient dragon's chest and wings were soft and warm, making him breathless.

"I caught you cold last time, so I have to take it easy this time." Lance Shanks said, "Is it enough?"

Menggot didn't speak, but looked at Lance Shanks with a weird look: "I don't think you need to be so obvious."

"What's obvious, a beauty trick?" Lance Shanks laughed. "Believe me, I wouldn't do this with a beauty trap—I'd just strip you naked and pin you to the ground."

Lance Shanks held his cheeks and rounded his face:

"Of course that guy Patch is going to let me be a beauty trap, and his acting skills are not very good-you are probably the only one here who is the best at acting. Although you are stupid, you are not stupid in this respect."

Menggot's expression became even weirder: "Is that how you admit it?"

"You can see it, why are you still hiding it." Lance Shanks said, "And you can see it too, I don't like to hide it."

"So you really saved me..." Menggot realized belatedly, "Aren't you from the caravan?"

"I am an ancient dragon, and I belong to no one except the king I believe." Lance Shanks said, "Dragon is very proud."

"But why..." said Montgothet, "why save me?"

"For pity? For compassion? For revenge?" Lance Shanks said. "I can't tell."

"I can still understand the first two, what is revenge?"

"Your elder brother abducted my younger brother." Lance Shanks said, "That bastard obviously has a younger brother, but he still abducted my younger brother. It's too angry. I have to get revenge."

"The strongest rock, Fur Sanks..." Menggot murmured.

In Godwin's legend, this is the most dazzling one.Fighting against the ancient dragon clan, not only defeating, but also turning the enemy into friends, forging friendship with the enemy's vanguard generals.

Because of his younger brother's cognitive filter, Fur Sanks has always been regarded by Mengert as a footnote to his elder brother's story and a part of his elder brother's legend.

In fact, Lance Shanks is also a footnote to this story. She is a priest of the ancient dragon belief in Wangcheng, but Menggot has never paid attention to it.

He has been invisible for a long time, just watching from afar, looking forward to those stories, and reminding himself over and over again that he is just a child of evil omen.

Now that the legend stood in front of him, he was a little at a loss.

Faced with Lance Shanks, Montgomery also realized that every character in those legends is not a footnote to anyone. They have family members and friends, have their own stories, and someone remembers them...

"How do you want to take revenge?" Menggot said calmly, "If my brother makes you unhappy, I will be punished instead. But he is dead now, please don't scold him."

"How to retaliate?" Lance Shanks glanced at Mengerte, holding the prison in his hand, and started it gently.

In an instant, the forbidden power enveloped his whole body again, making him limp and weak.

The restriction was activated and disappeared in an instant. Taking advantage of Mengget's fall, Lance Shanks stretched out his slender fingers, pressed against the hard corner of Mengget's chin, hooked Mengget's face in front of his eyes, and said viciously:
"I want to abduct his brother too!"

Menggot stared blankly at Lance Shanks' proud, yet delicate and beautiful face.

On the side of that face, another cold knight helmet clearly appeared, stretching over Lance Shanks' shoulder, squinting through the peephole:
"Who are you going to kidnap?"

(End of this chapter)