Chapter 1,341 A Historic Meeting Between the Two Emperors

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She said she was looking for something for the fox to do, but I really can't think of anything that this guy can help with - she confidently announced that she was the goodwill ambassador between Monster Town and the Empire, which I believe , from the perspective of a mascot, her image as an ambassador is indeed friendly enough, but besides that, can she do anything valuable to her own life... as a demon?

She has been reduced to the point where she would fight with dogs in Avalon and still lose!

Of course, that was also the reason why the dog was named Cerberus - Ding Dong didn't know which earth reading book he saw this name in. The little thing thought it was very majestic, so he built a real one in his magical creature laboratory. mythical creatures used to guard their temples. I have seen that dog, and I know that it is taller than the front of the Harmony when it is lying down, and it is four times the size of my fox fairy when it is curled up into a ball. Dingdang designed three heads for it, and its functions are different from those in the earth's mythology. It's the same, but its power is also impressive: the first head can produce two types of breath: absolute zero and absolute high temperature, the second head can swallow space or create any extraordinary substance that Dingdong has set for it, and the third head can use Sichuan Dialect Sings and Conquers - I really don’t know what part of the fox girl’s underdeveloped nerves led her to fight with such a monster. No matter how bad Ding Dong is, she is still a god. No matter how bad her grades are in Creation, she also graduated with high marks in Biological Structure. Although she often creates some weird species, the things she creates that can be used to guard the temple must not be taken lightly. Last time, she planted her garden full of morning glory that could sing "Uneasy". You know, most of the temple guards fell down in three days... I'm pulling my hair out.

I stroked the fox's messy tail. Help her tidy up her messy appearance: by the way, she actually enjoyed it.

It was obvious that the divine creature she was fighting with was actually quite ruthless... and showed mercy. Cerberus was a temple guard who was as smart as a human being. He knew that the fox was not the enemy who invaded the temple, so he did not act harshly... The fox looked embarrassed, but basically his fur was a little messy and his clothes were a little dirty. My pride is a bit hurt, I guess if the fox gives me two meat bones as a gift. The two canines are still good friends. I took out the small brush I usually use to massage Alaya's wings, held the fox's big tail on my lap, and tried to imagine them as grass carps waiting to be scaled: it would be easier to start this way, and I would guide her while smoothing her down. : "You said why you can't think of provoking the temple guards? The temple and Monster Town usually have such a good relationship."

The relationship between these two units is indeed very good: the temple guards, from the heroic warriors to the divines, their biggest leisure time after get off work is to go to the monster town to find two taverns and spend half the night, while the monsters live near the water tower terrace. Five cents a bottle. Buy three bottles and get one free. Except for the ascetic monks who have strict rules and disciplines, the two groups of people live a corrupt life like old spies of the national army - so the fox must not be in conflict with the temple guards.

"That big dog ate my dinner," the fox said lazily, comfortably switching several tails in my hands to get the most comprehensive care, "I brought it back to my friends. . But when I passed by the temple, I didn’t pay attention and it was eaten by a big dog.”

My hand holding the brush froze, and my expression froze: I never expected that the fight between a thousand-year-old demon fox and a divine creature would be caused by a basket of lunch boxes, no matter who they were. I only have six words - look at your potential!

The fox has now evolved (or degenerated) to the point where she is completely insensitive to the surrounding atmosphere, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with herself at all. Lying down on the sofa and stretching, the fox girl felt as comfortable as a rich woman from the old society holding a cigarette pipe in her mouth. She put two tails on my legs and waited to be groomed. The three tails rolled up steamed buns and fried cakes and a can of eight-treasure porridge and put them in her mouth. The other three tails also played poker with Xiaoxue, backgammon with Lilina and scratched herself. It was so itchy that the last tail even took away the remote control originally placed in my hand. Now she was changing channels and looking for Animal World on TV. At this time, I was finally stunned: She was already as lively as Nezha with her bunch of tails. What if she evolved into a ten-tailed demon fox in the future? After being pampered at home for so long, this girl has finally developed a bunch of amazing stunts. She doesn't know how to do quality projection, otherwise she would be directly related to Tavel within three generations at least...

Xiaoxue relied on her ability as a prophet, and more importantly, the fact that the fox had no idea how to play poker, she was able to kill her opponent, who was focused on nine things, in just three rounds. She finally threw the poker on the coffee table out of boredom, and said sincerely Looking at the demon fox girl: "Sister Fox, you can't do this - after all, you are also working around my dad, how can you fight with the temple guard dog - and lose?"

When I heard this, I looked at him sideways. I never expected that Xiaoxue, who seemed the most unreliable, would take the initiative to admonish the fox. It seemed that I was usually too prejudiced against this child. Who said that Xiaoxue was not okay at all...

"So I will go with you tomorrow, Sister Fox, and I will avenge you!" Xiaoxue promised with her chest, and Master Fox Fairy immediately swung his tail happily. He was so proud that two tails were even wrapped around my neck. I shook my head vigorously, and I glared at Xiaoxue angrily: This naughty kid pretended not to see it, and just held the poker and bullied Uncle Lin and Kense.

I could only look at the demon fox girl angrily - she really didn't see it, because this guy finally found the station where the animal world was playing. Although it was playing a video from a few years ago, the fox looked at his own kind. The TV was still full of excitement. Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang’s magnetic voice told us the story of foxes in Northeast Asia: “Spring is here, and the red foxes are ready to start families. They get close to each other and use their The tail wraps around your partner's body to express relaxation and intimacy..."

I found that the pile of fox tails that almost wrapped around my whole body suddenly retracted as if being electrocuted, and then the fox fairy changed his face solemnly like a little kid in junior high school who was caught by his parents while watching porn. I think the next program is more suitable for her than an pornographic film: a wrinkled fox breeder from Northeast China is introducing to a TV reporter: "This fox is full of treasures. If the fox fur of ordinary quality catches up with the market demand, Relatively high…”

I pressed Master Fox Immortal's head: "Calm down! You have become an immortal!"

Lady Fox Fairy was not as manic as I imagined, and her ears drooped feebly. With a decadent feeling of the 1920s and 1930s lingering all over his body, he slowly slipped off the sofa and ran to discuss with Xiaoxue about seeking revenge on Cerberus tomorrow.

I gasped for breath from behind, deeply feeling that it was a miracle that I could take care of all these strange creatures in my house and feel good about them. The complexity of family members has always caused me to encounter some troubles that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. Today, being a professional fox farmer is still a trivial matter. Similar things include the introduction of Doll Island in Mexico on TV, low-budget bad movies about exorcism and ghost hunting, and warriors slaying dragons. ’s cheesy fantasy, and goddamn American heroes versus aliens—except now for Qian Qian. Our family has stopped watching science fiction and fantasy movies at all. When Little Crow became a god, Shandora and I almost ordered troops to be stationed next to KFC around the world. Later, the plan was not implemented mainly because McDonald's took up all the space. The secondary reason was that Little Crow didn't know fried chicken wings and chicken legs. : She can't recognize cooked poultry...

I was worried, I was depressed, and I felt the pressure of life was huge. I pulled my hair down strand by strand. Seeing this scene, the little doll came to help again: she climbed onto my shoulders and started to pull strands down one by one. My father’s hair…

Finally I gave up completely. I no longer consider the plan of finding something to do for Master Fox Fairy: In fact, my idea went off topic as early as ten minutes ago. Has anyone noticed?

So life goes on in such a busy and messy rhythm - Sandora and I are busy, and the living treasures at home are in a mess. Dealing with tons of official duties every day, but also taking time to stop those powerful but heartless gods and monsters from going out to destroy the world... It's actually quite fulfilling.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. The urgent matters that needed to be dealt with after the war were finally settled. The two large world gates on the Hessian tribe also started to operate. They were relocating the whole family: this was a very large-scale move. action. Because they also had a lot of planetary fortresses to move there together, the tree elf ambassador who served as their guide was dumbfounded. The ambassador had never seen a race in his life that was so obsessed with building spaceships. The reversal of the fallen apostles has also been completed. Thanks to the efficiency of the "network mounting method", it only takes a few days for hundreds of thousands of fallen apostles to return to their true nature. Now Sandora is organizing these soldiers into Viska's General Guards and the Abyss Independent Regiment according to my previous plan. Tavel is happily dismantling those King's Lander cores. Let’s not mention this for now, as well as the ancestor resurrection plan and Xiling’s network snooping plan. In short, the projects that the mad scientist is executing at the same time are all proceeding in an orderly manner. There is still no progress in tracing back the coordinates of the home world. The engineering team has almost turned the universe that had a brief encounter with the home world upside down. However, the coordinate traces on the world barrier seem to have been wiped out by the void. They have found nothing. For the time being, Shandora has no plans to let the engineering team return, but I think the hope of finding the home world based on this clue is really slim.

One last thing worth noting: Harlan is recovering.

Harlan lay in the repair facility for nearly a week. The physical repair was actually completed the day before yesterday. The rest of the time he was busy reconstructing his soul: fighting the Soul Reaver, the most terrible damage is to the soul. , this part of the damage is much more difficult to repair than the physical body. Fortunately, Harlan himself is very strong. With his soul damaged, he just held on like a normal person. When I caught him back, I didn't even think that he was already dead. Only half the soul remains.

Now that the old emperor has finally recovered and been discharged from the hospital (isn't this a strange statement?), out of host etiquette and the feeling of being beaten for nothing, I had to go and greet him in person, so I arrived at Shadow City early that morning.

Harlan put on the uniform of an imperial soldier and looked more energetic than the previous few days. He was already tall and his face was typical of being calm and confident. Now he was back to his full strength and walked out of the repair facility. I They all doubted whether he was really lying there with his body stretched out just a moment ago. When Harlan came out, he was accompanied by several royal guards. But when he saw me appearing, he immediately shook off the soldiers behind him and strode over with a smile on his face: this mighty uncle. Even when he is smiling, he looks like an old lion.

"It looks like he's recovering well." I knocked on Harlan's chest, and it felt like hitting an iron plate - oh. It’s really striking that he has a decorative coat of arms on the front of his clothes.

Harlan retreated subconsciously and shrugged at me: "Now I have a psychological shadow even if I punch you."

I laughed out loud, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed away their grudges. Maybe he wouldn't pursue the consequences of the wasted beating, right...

"Is this the Shadow City?" We pushed back all the accompanying soldiers, and Harlan followed me to the assembly square of the Shadow Fortress. Looking at the spectacular scenery around us and the faint Gaia land in the sky, Harlan was a little impressed. "It reminds me of that glorious era... Gee, it looks much more comfortable here than 'over there'."

"'Over there'?" I raised my eyebrows, "The hometown of the fallen apostles? I think so. No one of you usually pays attention to greening and city image construction. To be honest, I really can't imagine what the city built by the fallen apostles looks like. , it seems that after being polluted by the abyss, the fallen apostle lost interest in everything except causing destruction everywhere, right?"

Harlan shook his head: "I can't exactly say that...but...forget it. That's basically it."

I came to Harlan mainly to discuss with him the later construction of the Abyss Independent Regiment and to ask him to help serve as the supreme commander of the Abyss Fleet. As I said before, the number of Abyssal troops under the name of the new empire has almost exploded. But there is almost no new blood joining the senior commanders. Neither Viska nor her lunatic lieutenant can possibly share this responsibility, so it is very important for Harlan to come back. Whenever possible, I hope that the commanders of the abyss forces will still be these former fallen apostles. After all, only they themselves understand the power and combat mode of this special group of "apostles of the abyss."

Another important task is to figure out what happened within the fallen apostles half a month ago. And what happened to Harlan’s series of unusual military actions.

I wanted to find a good place to discuss things, and originally planned to take Harlan directly to the headquarters. But a mass-produced host passing by made me change my mind: this little host was holding a piece of cake in its hand, and I instantly thought of a good place...

"Let's go and take you to meet someone." I pointed at the fortress gate. "She is right next to the military zone. You will definitely be shocked."

Now that the shift time for the mass-produced consoles has passed, Sylvia's only business for the day is over. The small store located in the corner of the military zone is shrouded in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere as usual. Harlan's face He watched in confusion as I led him to such a "civilian facility" that was incompatible with the surrounding buildings and atmosphere, and finally couldn't help but say: "How can there be such a thing in a military controlled area..."

"To be honest with you, I have complained about this several times," I said, pushing open the glass door of the shop. "Her way of thinking has always been a mystery. She probably thinks that doing business in the military zone will be better." better."

"That's not what I meant..." Harlan wanted to explain, but I interrupted him with a wave of my hand. Accompanied by a pleasant sound of wind chimes, the fragrance of pastries wafted towards us. When we entered the store, we saw Sylvia sitting behind the counter, holding a small book in her hand and concentrating on it. I walked forward curiously, It turned out that what she was reading was that kind of pastry processing manual with illustrations, which costs three to five yuan a copy, and is a housewife's favorite gadget. She was reading it so seriously that she didn't hear the sound of the guests coming in: Of course, it's also possible She had heard it, but she hadn't reacted yet.

"Sylvia," I knocked on the counter, "I'm here to see you."

After a long time, the silver-haired girl slowly raised her head, looked at me for a while and then showed a child-like smile: "Ah, Chen - are you here?"

Harlan's eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at the silver-haired woman in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face: "Bella...Bella Villa?! Are you still alive? Were you brought here too?"

Sylvia was stunned for a while, and then she began to look at Harlan curiously. Then she frowned slightly, as if she was checking the part of the memory she shared with Bella Vela. After a long time, she clapped her hands happily, one every second. He said slowly: "Oh - it's Harlan - hello, long time no see, Bella Vela is sleeping -"

Harlan's eyes bulged. He looked at the former fallen emperor who was so slow that he could be sent to a nursing home. He stretched out his hand and gestured for a long time but didn't know where to start. At this time, Sylvia finally realized that it was time to do business. , so she took out a small box of snacks from the counter with a silly smile and pushed it in front of Harlan: "Would you like to try it? I made it myself. The new product is a product of confidence... Children are the most I like eating it.”

Harlan blinked, and suddenly sighed sadly, looking into my eyes: "I know your ability to reverse transformation is special and requires a 'strike' to take effect, but -"

Harlan raised his arm and pointed at Sylvia, who had a pure smile on her face: "But don't you think you struck too hard?"

I didn't react for a moment, and after a few seconds I jumped on my feet and explained: "I really didn't make her stupid!"

I just wanted to give Harlan a "surprise" and see if anything interesting would happen during the historic meeting between the two fallen emperors, but I didn't expect that this would have a big impact on Harlan: He felt that Sylvia He must have been purified by the prodigal son's face punch just like him, and he felt that I was a bit harsh back then: Sylvia looks like she has been beaten stupid now... (To be continued. If you like this This work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read it.)