The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 317 Your wife won't be angry if she finds out
Seeing Ge Fulei and Wuming drinking happily and chatting happily, it seems that he didn't notice that his son was still standing beside him, Menggot silently retreated, left the court, and retreated to the queen's boudoir below.

Only Lance Shanks noticed Menggott and followed him, and saw him shrinking on the stone bed in the boudoir, silently looking at the slate of law.

"What's the matter?" Lance Shanks squeezed his body and poked Montgothet's horn with a smile, "Now you seem to be a little kid who broke his parents' love, or found his father not so omnipotent and his worldview collapsed. .”

She put her face against it, also observing the slabs.But soon he was dizzy by the complicated and profound words.

"I just don't understand why my father is so indifferent to merchants." Menggot continued to search for the slate, "Under the Golden Law, groups like wandering merchants are not recognized. Father shouldn't be so close to merchants. "

"Oh, don't take it so seriously, you're very close to the caravan yourself," Lance Shanks said.

"That's different," said Montgothet.

"What's the difference?"

"I am the son of the filthy omen. I stay in the caravan, which is also in line with my status. My father is different."

Lance Shanks's smile subsided, and he looked at Menggot with a sad expression on his face.

She hugged Montgothet, her soft body pressed against the ferocious and disgusting body, and she stopped teasing him.

Montgomery didn't seem to notice, and whispered to himself:

"Besides, I can't beat Wu Ming, so I don't have a choice, but my father is the one who creates the times and rules, so he has a choice."

"The people who create the rules, maybe they just don't care about the rules that much." Lance Shanks said.

"It shouldn't be. The rules are set by my mother. My father loves my mother very much and listens to her..." Menggot murmured, "When he put me in the sewer, he also obeyed my mother's advice..."

"Don't think too much, maybe you just misunderstood." Lance Shanks said, "just ask."

Menggot felt that what Lance Shanks said made sense, so he had to ask, and he couldn't just think about it by himself.

He got up and walked back to the court hall, with a man still hanging on his body, like a puddle of brown sugar sticking to Mengget's psoriasis.

"Can you let go?" said Montgothet.

"I'm trying to comfort you, but this is your attitude?" Lance Sanks glared at him.

Meng Gete stood still for a while:

"……thanks."

"That's more or less." Lance Shanks climbed off him.

The two walked back to the court hall along the stairs, and heard Ge Fulei's sonorous and energetic voice:

"Can you burn the golden tree?"

Montgomery stopped in his tracks.

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On the empty circular court hall, several thrones were temporarily placed together, Wuming and others sat and ate with Ge Fulei.

Only then did Wuming realize why Throsh was so peaceful from the beginning to the end, and why he went to see Ge Fulei in such an informal way.This is not a caravan meeting King Elden, but an old friend reminiscing about the old days.

Ge Fulei said: "So, Lakad's big rune is really in your hands."

"Yes." Wuming took out the helmet and showed the fragments to Ge Fulei, "By the way, Lao Lu, you also have a share."

Wuming squeezed out a small piece, twirled it, and rubbed it into a fine powder, and handed it to Ge Fulei.

Godfrey laughed loudly, took the invisible particles trapped in the palm lines, sprinkled them into the wine glass, and drank them all in one gulp.

After drinking a glass of wine, Ge Fulei put down the glass, a golden light flashed in his eyes:
"So, you guys did the volcano thing."

"Well, we didn't know that Ge Fulei was you at that time. If we knew it was you, we would have greeted you a long time ago." Wuming said, "It's not necessary to hide it. It's not for fear of misunderstanding."

"So you called Lataen to stop me?" Ge Fulei smiled, "When I saw him, I thought of you. He told me before that you also came to Yatan."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Wuming could only laugh, "You won't be angry if you know, will you? You won't beat me up?"

"First come, first served, there is nothing to say." Ge Fulei waved his hand, "Whoever grabs it will be the one who gets it. Big Luen, you can do whatever you want. This is my wife's idea, and I have no objection."

"Marika?" Wuming asked.

"Of course it's Malika." Godfrey raised his wine glass and looked at the crack leading deep into the golden tree with some melancholy.

"It turns out that when you said you had a wife, you meant Malika." Wuming remembered that he had tried to persuade Lao Lu and Neferi to get married, but now that he thought about it, he didn't know the importance.

Nameless glanced at Nefeli subconsciously, and was noticed by Nefeli.

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Nefeli was upset, "Why do you feel a little bit of contempt and sarcasm?"

"It's nothing, didn't you say you want to challenge Ge Fulei?" Wuming said, "Lao Lu is right in front of you, don't you want to try?"

Nefeli was a little embarrassed:

"I want to challenge King Gefrey, but King Helelu...isn't that good?"

Nefeli still retains respect for Helelu, the king of the wild land, and she also knows that she can't beat it.

Obviously Ge Fulei is Helelu, but facing Ge Fulei who has never met before, he has the desire to fight, and facing Helelu who has always been respected, he has no thought of challenging.

Nefeli felt that she might still be in awe of the father-like existence.

Ge Fulei had a kind expression under his white beard:

"Don't be so reserved, I still want to thank you."

"Thank me for what?" Nefeli didn't understand.

"I heard that you have taken over Stonewell, and that Greg is working under you, and he is doing something under your command." Ge Fulei said, "Bring him back when you go back. He is not suitable for this place, and this place will corrupt him."

Godfrey decided Greg's stay or stay with just two words, and then looked at Wuming:

"Don't worry about the Great Rune. Even though the caravan is open in the Asian Altar, the area of ​​the Divine Grant Tower will be assigned to you for business."

"This is what a hero should look like." Wuming smiled happily and toasted to Ge Fulei.

Throsh finished pouring wine for both sides and said:

"Now there are two more questions."

"I thought there was only one problem," Geoffrey said.

"Maybe it's a problem." Throsh said, "People in the round table accuse that their caravan killed a pair of fingers."

Hearing this, Godfrey gasped and looked at Wuming in surprise: "Is this true?"

Nameless pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"It's true, but things are a bit tortuous. In short, it's the two fingers on the Gregor God's Tower."

"That's Nimgolf's God-given tower, not Grek's," said Gefray.

"Anyway, it was that time, an accident, indeed an accident." Wuming said.

Throsh said: "How did you do it? Two fingers should not be hurt by ordinary people. You got the power of those lost places?"

Wuming shook his head: "I don't know what happened, my mind was not very clear at the time."

Wuming patted his chest and swore:

"It's definitely not my subjective will to do that. I think I should be controlled, just like Blazer was cursed by two fingers and went crazy. It's two fingers, it must be done by two fingers."

"Two fingers control you, kill two fingers?" Selosh concluded.

"Maybe he wanted to die a long time ago." Wuming said, "You said that nothing can hurt him, that's not a good thing, even if you want to commit suicide, you can't do it."

Throsh was helpless, and looked at Ge Fulei, asking for advice:

"What do you think should be done with him?"

Ge Fulei scratched his pale hair:
"Can kill two fingers...can it also solve the seal?"

"Seal?" Wuming asked.

"The original purpose of looking for you was to entrust you with something." Throsh sighed, "This entrustment needs to be kept secret, so I can only invite you here."

"What's the matter?" Wuming asked, "Making clothes or repairing houses? We can also dig mines and build roads, atone for sins and make friends."

"Let you sin," said Godfrey.

"Ah?" Wuming looked at Ge Fulei with caution, "We are good businessmen who abide by the law. We don't want to fish for law enforcement."

Ge Fulei stood up and pointed to the golden tree:
"My wife is now locked in the golden tree, but I can't break the seal."

Thurosius said: "The golden tree rejects everything, and uses the vitality of the golden tree to resist all those who try to enter. It is a very powerful prohibition."

Ge Fulei showed Wuming.

In the crack of the golden tree, climb up the stairs and enter the interior of the golden tree, but there are intertwined roots and thorns, blocking the way to move on.

Ge Fulei stretched out his hand, ignoring the thorns cutting his palm, and directly tore off the roots.

But at the moment when the thorns were broken, new thorns had grown, and they were more prosperous and stronger.The thorns became more and more dense, almost filling up the passage leading to the depths.

Ge Fulei let go of his hand: "I have no strength, I can't deal with this kind, and the result is that the shell is getting thicker and thicker. If you really go to fight the golden tree, even if you are exhausted, it will be difficult to win, and if I win, That tree is probably dead too. My wife must tear me up when she comes out."

"I don't know how to do this either." Wuming asked.

"I understand, but I'm not good at it." Ge Fulei said, "After all, it's a tree, just find a fire to burn it."

Nameless pays tribute:

"It's not enough to tear it off and let the tree die, but it's okay to burn it?"

"The golden tree isn't that fragile." Throsh said, "It won't die yet. This matter is mainly sensitive."

Ge Fulei said: "When my wife and I fought in the world, we fought against the flames and eliminated the mortal enemies of the golden tree. Now I am looking for the flames, which may be a bit inappropriate."

"Are you still someone who cares about such things?" Wuming smiled, "The opinions of the world shouldn't matter to you, right?"

"Of course people's opinions don't matter." Ge Fulei said, "Snow mountains and volcanoes both have flames, but they all returned in vain. The volcano was cut off by you, and now there is no fire there. Snow mountains..."

"Snow Mountain—" Wuming seemed a little stiff when he heard that, "The Snow Mountain is also on fire?"

"I don't know." Ge Fulei said, "There is a seal blocking the way, and I can't get through."

"Is it okay, Lao Ge, if you have a seal, you can't get through?" Wuming said, "Aren't you the king of Elden, isn't it easy to break the seal?"

"No, brother, it's not the strength of the seal that stops me." Ge Fulei sighed, "I don't care about the eyes of the world, but the seal was added by my son."

"Mongot?"

Ge Fulei nodded: "That child is very upholding the golden law. He would rather not become a king himself, but also block the way to the flame, for fear that we will find a fire that can burn trees."

Throsh said: "From my information, the giant fire has been blocked, the epileptic fire has been blocked, and the volcano has been beaten so hard that it can't lift its head. This little guy has blocked the path of the flames."

Wuming was stunned: "No wonder you came to me, so you wanted to burn trees."

"I want to ask you to do this job. Our identity is sensitive, and we want you to find a way to unlock Menggot's seal." Throsh said, "But according to what you mean, do you have other ways?"

"Oh?" Ge Fulei's eyes lit up, "You have a way to burn the golden tree?"

Nameless shook his wine glass:

"Actually, I'm pretty confident about flames. I'm not blowing fire, we're masters at playing with fire."

"Okay!" Ge Fulei shouted, "Brother, borrow a fire."

Wuming picked up the wine glass and shook it:

"Well... it's dangerous to play with fire."

"Just say what you want," said Geoffrey, "as long as you don't want my wife."

"Happy, Patch, is there any suitable project?" Wuming looked at Patch, "Brother Lu, he is a big sponsor, and there will be no bigger sponsor in the border area."

Patch was not so excited, a little sad:
"Seriously? Burn the golden tree?"

"Can't you?" The ring finger pointed to Ge Fulei, "It's not what I want to burn, isn't it the owner's decision to burn it?"

"He's not the owner of the golden tree," Patch said, "at least it's Malika's head."

"Isn't it?" Wuming was stunned, "We can't do the thing of getting a waste collector to sell the hearse on the street. If your wife, Lao Ge, knows that I burned her tree, won't she be angry?"

"Isn't she unable to make a decision now?" Ge Fulei said, "It's okay, anyway, I also started the era of the golden tree. This is considered the joint property of the husband and wife. We don't burn it all, just burn half of it."

Wuming felt that it made sense, and looked at Patch again.

"I'm not worried about Malika," Patch said. "I'm afraid that the Supreme Will will end."

As soon as the word "Supreme Will" was uttered, the audience became a little quiet.

Especially Throsh, whose hair and beard were trembling.

Ge Fulei raised a snow mountain on his brow, holding the wine glass, without saying a word.

"Hey!" Ge Fulei got up, annoyed, and smashed the wine glass, "It's the end of the game, let's talk about it when he comes, I'll burn the tree first anyway—"

Ge Fulei froze after dropping the cup bravely.

"What's wrong?" Wuming noticed that something was wrong with Lao Lu, "Is the supreme will really here?"

Wuming looked in the direction of Lao Lu's gaze, and saw a tall and ugly figure standing at the entrance of the Chaotang hall, silently watching everyone.

Standing next to this Lance Shanks.

Meng Gete turned around, jumped off the branch, and disappeared on the surface of the royal city between a few ups and downs.

"Hey..." Godfrey stretched out his hand to persuade him to stay, but he didn't say anything after all, watching Montgotte disappear.

Ge Fulei let go, sighed:
"Oh, this unlucky boy."

"Is it still burning?" Wuming asked inappropriately.

"Forget it for now." Ge Fulei can't see the domineering King of War now, more like an old father who is a little helpless with his children.

"There's no rush to burn the tree." Tholosio said, "Since the supreme will may make a move, then we need to re-evaluate the possible risks. Besides, burning the tree is useless."

"Useless?" Wuming asked.

"Only flames are useless. Queen Malika has more than one insurance policy for the tree." Tholosio said, "If you burn it now, it will only increase casualties, so let's put it away first."

"Why do I think you are afraid." Wuming said.

"Of course I'm afraid." Throsh said, "The origin of us beasts is the supreme will."

(End of this chapter)