"What you give away has no intention of taking it back."
The leader of the temple said: "It's an eyesore if you keep it, so why don't you slap it to death."
"do not!"
Song Ziyu stopped him and said, "Why don't you know how to show mercy to women?"
"What's the use of keeping her?"
asked the Lord of the Temple.
"Even a piece of toilet paper is useful, not to mention such a beautiful girl... Just give it to me if you don't want it!" Song Ziyu said.
"If you don't eat her, what's the point of taking her?"
The Lord of Darkness asked.
"Who says it has to be eaten? Can't I use it to warm her bed?"
Song Ziyu said with a smile.
Is the Lord of Darkness a fool? His face darkened on the spot: "Do you want to save his life?"
"That's right!"
Song Ziyu answered calmly.
"Why?"
The Lord of Darkness was a little unhappy: "Is a mere human slave worth your attention?"
Song Ziyu said calmly: "I like it, why do you have any objections?"
As soon as these words came out, the happy atmosphere in the banquet hall instantly turned cold.
All the zombie nobles and the senior officials of the temple looked at Song Ziyu and the Lord of Darkness, and their eyes widened in disbelief.
The entire banquet hall... was filled with a tense atmosphere.
If there were any living people here, they would definitely find it very difficult to breathe.
Of course, except for the naked little loli who was kneeling on the ground, the other zombies did not need to breathe through their noses.
But this does not prevent everyone from feeling the solidification of the atmosphere.
Song Ziyu and the Lord of Darkness were tit for tat, and their eyes collided, erasing sparks like meteors.
It seemed as if a thunderstorm was about to break out, which could trigger a violent conflict at any time.
The air is frozen!
Time seems to have frozen!
Sudden!
A voice broke the silence.
The master of the temple spoke.
The old man's voice was firm and powerful, and every word was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in circles.
"Boy, don't toast me and you'll be fined if you don't eat."
The words of the Lord of the Temple were like sharp blades, slicing in front of Song Ziyu, trying to tear apart Song Ziyu's defense.
But that makes no sense.
Facing the threat from the master of the temple, Song Ziyu showed no fear and just responded calmly: "Use whatever tricks you have, I will take them."
As soon as these words came out, the master of the temple no longer had any concealment, and the terrifying aura of the superior swept towards Song Ziyu.
This is the most common method used by high-level zombies against low-level zombies.
This is the only way to scare the enemy!
At this time, the low-level zombies are like a grass dog seeing a lion, and their legs are spinning, and they have no idea of fighting.
The master of the temple planned to use this method to make Song Ziyu surrender.
But it turns out!
The rank suppression that the leader of the temple was proud of did not happen, and Song Ziyu still looked at him calmly.
For a moment, the leader of the temple was stunned.
What level of existence is this guy...?
The leader of the temple couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
It's confusing enough.
The one who can't be suppressed by his own aura should at least be a duke-level existence.
So what is the strength of this guy in front of me?
Just when the master of the temple was hesitant, Song Ziyu suddenly spoke: "Don't think that you are some kind of master, just because you think you can do whatever you want. Believe it or not, I won't let you down?"
Talking time!
The atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly changed again.
The murderous aura swept towards the Lord of the Temple like a blower.
, the master who was poured in on the spot had his hair messed up.
Song Ziyu’s eyes were like sharp blades!
Not only cold but heartless.
At this moment, the leader of the temple felt that he was no longer facing an approachable young man, but instead was facing a ruthless messenger from hell.
"What on earth are you..."
The master of the temple couldn't help but exclaimed.
Song Ziyu did not answer the words of the leader of the temple, but his expression became even more grim.
Such an expression leaves no doubt that Song Ziyu might commit murder!
Everyone in the banquet hall stood stiffly on the spot, and the space seemed to be frozen.
Song Ziyu stood up slowly, then walked to the master of the temple and whispered: "Master master, you must not test my bottom line. Once you offend me, you will pay a heavy price."
When the master of the temple heard this, his face became extremely ugly.
But the master of the temple did not dare to move!
Because the master of the temple discovered that he was really facing a terrifying existence that could kill him at any time.
The fear brought about by this perception was so real that it truly made me fall into silence.
The master of the temple has forgotten how long it has been since he faced such fear.
That was when I faced the first generation of adults...
Could it be that……
The darkness dominates the heart like a volcano erupting, causing chaos out of control.
An absurd and terrifying thing appeared in the mind of the leader of the temple.
Could it be that this guy's strength is comparable to those of the first generation adults?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
The master of the temple did not believe his own thoughts at all.
But if that wasn't the case...
How should we explain the situation in front of us?
Just when the leader of the temple was suppressed by Song Ziyu's momentum.
Just when the master of the temple was about to lose his strength!
The oppressive aura of the superior suddenly disappeared.
Before the church master could understand the situation, Song Ziyu stretched out his hand to straighten the clothes on the other side of the church master: "Lord master, don't be so angry. If you have anything to say, talk to me."
The temple master's zombie face was almost covered with cold sweat.
"What you have said is true. For the two of us to argue like this over a piece of human meat, it is really degrading to our politeness." The leader of the temple laughed dryly and said, "Why don't we turn the war into friendship?"
"So good!"
Song Ziyu knew that the master of the temple finally gave in under his intimidation!
Since he had won this battle, Song Ziyu felt that there was no need to pursue him, so he simply gave the leader of the temple a way to step down.
The two parties returned to their seats in a friendly manner and began to drink happily.
"Since Don Quixote likes this girl so much, I will spare her life and give her to you."
The leader of the temple spoke.
"Thank you very much!"
Song Ziyu casually grabbed a piece of tablecloth and threw it to the little Lolita who was kneeling on the ground, and then continued drinking with the master of the temple as if nothing had happened.
In this test, Song Ziyu gained face, but it also exposed his own strength to a level that shouldn't be present.
The banquet isn't even over yet, these zombies are taking action again!
"Your Excellency Don Quixote, there is something we need to confirm with you."
While they were drinking wine, an old zombie who was as dry as a mummy spoke.
"If you fart, let it go. If you have something to say, say it!" Song Ziyu said loudly.
The old zombie said: "We plan to ask you for a drop of blood!"
