With long hair shawl and golden armor wrapped around his body, a handsome man with outstanding temperament was leaning against the door of the study, but his foul words and the undisguised greed and jealousy in his eyes really made George furious!
However, since the other party mentioned it, George still sniffed his collar calmly.
It is the smell that the nose has long been accustomed to, the smell of salt and sweat mixed for a long time, commonly known as the smell of the sea.
how to say? Pirates all seem to have this smell, and even George himself has long accepted it. However, to people on land, this smell should be similar to canned herrings...
"Prince Fan, this is my beloved husband, Elf Clan Elder George Lucifer. Alanon has been friends with the Fairy Dragon Realm for generations. Please pay attention to your words and deeds!"
"Come again, Miss Lova, your husband has disappeared for a long time, right? You don't have to use this kind of words as an excuse every time! Females of the elves, tell me, do you want money, fame, or... Status, I am the prince of the Fairy Dragon Clan, I can satisfy you whatever you want."
"Prince Fan, don't go too far!"
Just when Lova was about to continue to warn the fairy dragon righteously, George, who had quietly used magic to cleanse himself next to him, stopped Lova.
George glanced at Lova tenderly and shook his head slowly. Then, George pinched Apollo's cheek with his five fingers, and took the opportunity to quietly lay several soundproof barriers around Apollo. Finally, George firmly Staring at the fairy dragon, she strode up to him and took a deep breath——
This behavior is generally called tactical breathing.
"Can't you just be a dragon? You are an imbecile who only sprays brain paste with a needle on your crotch every day! It's just because you have to feed cancerous creatures like you, whose brains don't even want to be eaten by zombies, that the poor in this world do this If they can’t afford food, so many people will starve to death on the streets!”
"Why are you staring? These two eyeballs are as useless as glass balls. Just let me pick them out and stomp on them. At least they can make a sound. Oh! Look at your brain cells all growing in the lower half of your head. , looks a bit like a dragon. Since the upper half of your head is useless, I suggest you have it amputated above the eyebrows! I don’t care where you go in the sun, the sun, the air, but why is it because of you? The mixture of sulfide, boron and antimony was standing next to my wife, causing my wife’s eyes to hurt from being smoked every day!”
"Weren't you very good at talking just now? Why don't you say anything now? Did you choke on eating too much with the beetle just now? How about I give you some milk? You don't love me as a father. What the hell, you think you're awesome if you have a dragon in your name? I really don't know which old female dragon releases excrement in the toilet, but also buys one and gets one free with your extremely stinky E. coli. As soon as the wind blows, I really think I can go up to the sky with wings! If you continue to jump up and down in front of my eyes like a little teddy in spring to make your presence felt, I don’t mind giving you a slap in the face. Send it back to the shit pit to be remade, and let your beetle brothers accompany you through a warm and cozy toilet life!"
Like a multi-barreled machine gun at full power, countless vulgar words spurted out of George's mouth, hitting the Fairy Dragon hard on the face. Not to mention that the Fairy Dragon didn't react, even Lova also She was so shocked by George's long string of tongue-in-cheek words that Lova covered Apollo's ears as soon as she realized something was wrong!
On one side was George, who was cultivating Zaun’s traditional arts on the pirate ship every day, and on the other was Master Long, who had been pampered since childhood and had never seen the world. He had just learned how to pronounce the mainland lingua franca accurately. How could Prince Fan think of anything to do with George? The dirty words on the line, coupled with the close proximity, caught him off guard. Prince Fan's handsome face received every drop of spittle that George spewed out without any waste, and it was also mixed with some of the spit that had been left between George's teeth in the morning. The bread crumbs made him so angry that his blood surged, his eyes were about to burst, and his face turned red. However, it was a mouthful of anger that burned in his liver, was held in his stomach, and stuck in his throat. No matter how he arranged the words, he could not find it. To confront George with language that rivals his!
you!
you!
you!
…
After repeating the word "you" countless times and glaring at George fiercely for a full minute, Prince Fan finally gritted his teeth and said a sentence in Chinese that everyone present could understand:
"I am going to kill you!"
