Dragon Zero

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In the underground dark hall, after about an hour of arrangement, the magic array of phantom void was finally set. The magic array attracted the magic power. The array opened immediately. In an instant, the space phantom of Ladart in the palace appeared in Bodo. Cassijer, and everyone's eyes.

The dark temple was quiet for a while, and after a while, Poto Cassie, who was sitting on the king's chair, spoke first. He smiled: "Your Majesty, should I pay my respects to you?"

Ladart in the phantom is holding a glass of red wine in his hand. He said: "I know you are sick, and you don't have to use etiquette."

"Haha." Podo Cassie smiled. "Your Majesty, you look very leisurely. I heard Silest talk to me about cooperation. I thought your throne was in a critical moment."

Ladart smiled slightly: "Although things are imminent, I am confident that I can handle them."

Poto Cassie said: "Since your majesty is confident that he can handle it by himself, why should he go to the prisoner's door?"

"That's not what I said." Radat said: "Confidence is the necessary condition to cope with difficulties. If I lose the confidence of victory, then all resistance will be meaningless. The emperor who believes in the prisoner's gate will not be A doomed result is a waste of effort."

"Hahahaha, the emperor's demeanor is really different. As the words have already explained, no more nonsense, since the empire's regime needs my prisoner's door to contribute, then the prisoner's door will get the necessary benefits, then we will take care of it Talk about what benefits the empire you represent can give me!"

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A lonely night, with a dangerous atmosphere, this night, the murderous destiny will not go with the evening wind. In a very small restaurant, Halls and Palo are eating supper in this restaurant, exhausting the day and making them very sleepy.

After eating the macaroni, Halls lighted a cigarette and slowly smoked it. Palo gurgled a bowl of fresh soup and said to the shop owner: "Another bowl of sauce noodles."

"It's not good to eat too much at night." Holles spit out a smoke ring and flicked soot in the paper cup on the table.

Palo said while eating: "I didn't eat well at night, I just gnawed two loaves of bread, and now I'm hungry."

Hols chuckled: "Hey, after the Wangdu incident this time, find a time to take a long vacation and go home to see it."

"Okay." Palo said after eating a piece of beef. "I haven't been back in a long time. I really miss my hometown."

"I don't know if anything has changed."

Pai Luo said: "There will be no change in the poor and remote areas, and it will not be too much."

"Your general noodles are here." The boss put the hot dried noodles on the table.

Palo continued to bite.

Halls said: "After eating noodles, go to the detention center with me."

"Still working? It's this time, what's the matter to talk about tomorrow." Palo said: "I haven't slept well in recent days, and my body is sore."

"Don't hurry at this moment, the two fat men should also deal with it. Let's go after finishing this matter."

"Hey, okay."

After eating the noodles, the two came to the detention center. Hols said: "Palo, you go in and bring the people out. I'll wait for you outside."

Palo entered the detention center, and after a while brought Bonn and Pollo out, saying, "Horse, where are we going to take them?"

"Let's go further." Halls took the fat two to a secluded place and said to them, "You two can go."

"Go?" Poirot blinked his round eyes: "Are you going to let us go?"

Halls said: "Yes, you can leave now."

Palo wondered: "Hello, why did you let them go? Bing Zhixie hasn't caught it yet."

"It doesn't matter, I have other thoughts on Bingzhixie, let them go."

"But the suspect of private release... Hey forget it, let it go, who calls you the boss."

Bonn saw them wanting to let themselves go, and said, "No, no, we can't go like this. You haven't returned our weapons to us yet."

Halls looked at Palo.

Palo said: "Their weapons are temporarily stored in the warehouse of the public security headquarters, not here."

"Your weapons, follow me to the Public Security Headquarters."

After getting the weapons from the General Security Office and handing them back to the Dirk brothers, Poirot and Bonn left happily, and Hols and Pailo also went to the other side.

On the way, Palo asked again: "You must have them for this purpose, do you want to follow them and find Bingzhixie?"

Halls shook his head: "It doesn't take so much trouble to find Bing Zhixie. I have seen him more than once today. I met a few times, and I found Bing Zhixie not very worried about our arrest by the public security office. Appearance is proof."

Pai Luo said: "This kid is too arrogant, and he thinks how great he is to have a dragon to guard him. He does not know that it is not particularly difficult to find a master with a dragon ride in the king. If it is true If he wants to catch him, he will only be in distress."

Halls said: "I don't see it like that. He doesn't look like that kind of ignorant teenager. The reason why I let the Dirk brothers go is because I met Brad in the afternoon and he let me let go The two men were arrested and the arrest of Bing Zhixie was postponed."

"Brad, sir of the Guards! He is a close official of His Majesty the King, why did you let you do the opposite of the King's order?" Palo asked.

Hols said: "So the problem here is not simple. Since I have decided to work for the King, I just need to do these things. I have already arrived here. Go back."

"Uh." The two went back separately.

On the way home, Hols is still thinking about what happened to Wangdu recently. He has been in Wangdu for so many years and is quite sensitive to changes in Wangdu’s political environment. Ordinary people may not be aware of it, but he is today One day's work has already felt that the attitude and atmosphere of some officials have become different from those of the previous few days, and there is a hunch in the heart of a stormy future.

Back in the neighbourhood, Halls was going upstairs. He met a strange man coming down from the upstairs. He was puzzled that he had not seen these people, but he saw them drunk and smelled of wine, thinking Which neighbor's colleague or friend came to drink booze.

"Hey, hello, you block the road, don't you know." The drunken drunkard lay across the corridor, shaking his body as if he had to fall down at any time.

Hols saw that the one who knew the madman was the hardest to provoke, so he did not want to provoke them. He made a way and posted it to the wall to let them pass first.

But the madman seems to be still unhappy, shouting, "What are you doing? You guys are still blocking the road! Do you know? Roll me... Roll down, don't you stand on the stairs to block the road?"

"Yeah, get away. The people who are blocking the road are really annoying. Believe it or not. I peed on your face." The other people also quarreled, and there was really someone on the corridor who pulled his pants down to urinate.

Halls quickly evaded and had no choice but to retreat to the corner of the corridor.

The drunkards laughed: "It's almost the same, even if you kid hide quickly." Several people followed the swaying down the stairs.

As they passed by Halls, a drunken man suddenly ‘wow’, a mouthful of filth spit out towards Halls. The hallway was narrow, and Halls couldn't avoid it, and was thrown upright.

The drunken people all around smiled: "Ha ha ha ha, still the trick, tell you not to... don't block the road you don't listen, ha ha ha ha..."

"Hug... sorry." The man who vomited wiped the dirt off his mouth with his hand, and reached out to wipe the dirt on Holmes' body: "I'll clean you up, sorry."

"No, no, I'll do it myself." Halles frowned and pushed him away.

The drunkard said: "Don't, you're welcome, you... you're welcome to me, the **** I pull will have to be wiped by me, I... I spit..." He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully: "I spit the dried shrimps and eggs and let me wipe them. Don't move, let me clean them for you." He said, holding Hols' clothes and wiping them up for him.

"It's really not necessary, uh, don't pull my clothes, let go of your hands and you don't need to help me wipe them." Halles was very impatient, and wanted to push him away again, but he found that the other party was grasping tightly. Grab his hand. Holls was shocked, but it was too late. He only felt that the back vest was cold and a dagger was inserted into his heart.

The bloodthirsty demon who stabbed into the dagger put a red mask on his face: "Horse, you are careless!"

Halls quickly rallied to fight back, but felt a powerful force of suppression behind his body struck him.

The bloodthirsty demon smiled and said: "Now that I've done my secret calculations, how can I use ordinary daggers!"

The drunks around have swarmed up and talked into Hols.

Hols yelled out of severe pain, and several spiral blades flew out of his armor, whirls and cuts all those around him. He turned back to grab the bloodthirsty demon's hand, kicked him on the other's stomach, turned his head and ran upstairs.

"Hurry up." The bloodthirsty demons and others hurried up.

The residents who lived here heard the shouts in the corridor and opened the door to see what was happening, but when they saw the person who hunted Hols, they were immediately frightened and closed the door quickly.

Halls ran to the rooftop of the building, and jumped downstairs.

But the bloodthirsty demon took a step faster, grabbed Hols who was about to jump off the building, and dragged him back: "Hum, want to escape, go to die!" He dropped Hols on the ground, hiding it under his clothes. The bloodthirsty bone knife was already in hand, and he slashed it to Hols.

The magic dagger behind Halls was scattered with golden light, locked firmly on his back. He was restrained by his strength, but he could not avoid the knife in time. His chest was cut by the knife, and he only felt that the blade was crossing his In his body, the strange wood-like blade sucked the blood in his body like blood leech...

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