Looking at the stern Belia, and then at Chen Fan who pursed his lips without saying a word, Mordred wanted to help ease the tense atmosphere between the two, but didn't know what to say to help. He kept turning his ponytail anxiously.
However, before Mordred came up with a solution, Chen Fan silently raised his lips and showed a happy and relaxed smile: "Since we met, this is the first time you have been so angry with me, dear Belia. .”
Belia couldn't help but squint her eyes after hearing this, wondering what kind of medicine Chen Fan was selling in the gourd.
But then, Chen Fan continued to smile and said: "I know you care about me, and of course you are really angry when you are angry. After all, my previous actions have not only harmed me. Well, in short, thank you. Yes, I will pay more attention in the future."
Phew, isn’t that quite good at talking?
Mordred, who was watching, finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that Belia still had no expression on her face.
After a long time, she sighed softly: "Ha--looking at you, you must have realized it. In that case, let's not talk about it for now. Mordred, go and see the hellbred I killed." Is there anything non-toxic inside? We need to replenish our strength, that hell mantis is not dead yet."
"Huh? Oh, okay!"
After hearing Belia's words, Mordred felt relieved and at the same time stood in front of the pile of corpses and began to worry.
To be honest, although Mordred could not say that he had kept his hands clean before, it was still too much of a shock to rummage through the sticky viscera and blood for something to eat in a pile of corpses.
But we have to do it. That kid Chen Fan was turned into a human stick, so we definitely can't expect him to do it for us. Belia killed these hells and successfully seized a safe hiding place. She can't let her do anything. Do it alone?
Especially when he thought about his previous impulsive behavior, which caused him and Chen Fan to need Belia to rescue them, Mordred felt even more aggrieved.
So, taking a deep breath, Mordred reached towards the pile of corpses with slightly trembling hands.
Just a second before he came into complete contact with the pile of corpses, Chen Fan suddenly spoke to Mordred: "I said, if there are really poisonous ones among these hell species, Xiao Mo, your resistance is not high, so you won't be afraid. Did you get tricked?"
Hearing this, he hurriedly stopped his movements, and his finally determined determination was somewhat shaken. Mordred couldn't help but glared at Chen Fan with some embarrassment.
But then, Mordred lowered his head again and had to admit that what Chen Fan said made sense.
Fortunately, Belia didn't have Chen Fan's bad intentions. After hearing Chen Fan's precautions, she stepped forward and picked him up, and then came to the front of the pile of corpses.
After arranging Chen Fan facing the pile of corpses, Belia asked by the way: "Chen Fan, can you tell which hell species are poisonous and which ones are not?"
Chen Fan was also very depressed: "I just heard about the difference between hell and abyss from Xiao Mo two days ago, and the information I looked for was all about this. At best, the most involved ones are related to 'sin', and the species of hell is completely unclear. You can’t blame me, who would have thought that we would just fall into the Hell Fragments?”
Actively ignoring Chen Fan's unnecessary nonsense, Belia looked at Mordred who was playing with her single ponytail again: "Mordred, do you dare to try new things in order to survive? After all, is there anything in this fragment of hell? Water resources, and how long they will last us if we have them, are unknown.”
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind for a moment, and Mordred finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "Young master... you can. At least I can't hold you back!"
"Really."
For some reason, Belia had a strange smile on her face.
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In another cabin of the Rainbow Bridge, Lancelot and Agguiwen leaned against the transparent bulkhead, facing Morgan who was silently staring at the incomplete passage below. They kept exchanging glances, but neither one could speak first.
In this deathly silence, a shallow crack suddenly burst out from the bulkhead of the Rainbow Bridge.
Upon discovering the appearance of the crack, Lancelot's face turned pale, and Agguiwen could not turn a blind eye. After taking a step forward, he could not kneel down on one knee due to the small space, so he could only bend down and salute: "Mr. Morgan, even if you go down now, , and it is impossible to determine where Miss Mordred fell into before. I hope you can calm down first, and after returning, a professional search and rescue team will take over."
However, Morgan, who had his back to the two of them, remained silent and stared down, wondering what he was thinking.
Cold sweat slowly broke out on Aguewen's forehead, and Lancelot pursed his lips, trying to persuade Morgan but didn't know how to speak.
After a long time, Morgan turned around. His face, which was 70% similar to Mordred's, was filled with hidden deep anger: "That idiot bear god from Roskiev! I have never seen anyone as stupid as him. Heroic spirits, even the original King Uther..."
"Sir!" Upon hearing those three words, Age Guiwen suddenly spoke in a deep voice, making Morgan calm down a little.
In the end, Morgan could only let out a long sigh: "Huh-Agguanwen, Lancelot."
After a quick glance at each other, Agguiwen and Lancelot stepped forward together, bowed and said in greeting: "I obey your orders."
"After we go back, you two fifth-level Knights of the Round Table will lead the team and we must rescue Mordred. If we can't rescue him..." Morgan narrowed his charming eyes, and there was no restraint in the murderous intent in his voice, " There’s no need for the Bear God to come back.”
With their heads buried a little lower, Lancelot and Aguewen responded in unison:
"Yes, Lord Morgan!"
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In the silent darkness, four people were sitting around a green table. Then one of them, a petite girl who looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, shook her large dark purple robe and took it out of her pocket. He took out an instruction manual and read it carefully, shaking the pair of flesh-colored horns that grew from his forehead from time to time, with an expression like this.
The other three men did not rush the little girl, who was wearing a big robe on the outside but only used two strips of cloth to cover the main position on the inside. They just sat quietly on the chair and waited for the little girl to finish reading the instructions.
Fortunately, within a moment, the young girl threw away the instruction manual and pressed a switch on the edge of the table.
Then, the sound of shuffling cards began to sound, and soon the coded mahjong tiles were presented from the center of the table in front of the four people.
"Hmm, the veneer layer on the reverse side is magnetic, but not on the front side. Then it rotates on an inclined disk. When the card rises to a high place, the magnetic side is attracted by the iron ring above the disk. Then, as the ring piece rotates, it is sent to a slot and is pushed away by the lever. The cards with no magnet on the front continue to roll on the plate. The cards on the slot are stacked into pairs and then sent to the four sides by the push rod according to the number.
After the cards are sent, a small spring on the disc flips the cards so that the front cards are turned down, with the magnetic side facing up and sucked by the iron ring, until finally all the cards are sent to the slot and taken away. After there are enough cards on all four sides, a person controls the button, and the pallet under the cards sends the stacked cards around to the table. Now Yunshang's mahjong table is really fun. "
With a seductive smile on her face, the young girl continued to press the button, then raised her palm to indicate to the others that they could start.
After the young girl reached out to signal, the thin and pale man with heavy dark circles under his eyes reached out first, randomly took out a card, and threw it half-deadly into the center of the mahjong table: "Dongfeng."
Then, as if all his strength had been exhausted, he leaned back weakly on the back of the chair.
A tall man with a face as handsome as a sculpture, indistinguishable between male and female, and an almost perfect figure followed closely behind. He also took out a card, chuckled, and threw it to the center: "West Wind."
After curiously looking at the mahjong tiles thrown by the two men for a long time, the young girl thought seriously for a long time, and then she also threw out a tile with a charming smile: "In that case, I'll just use the south wind, huh."
With a snap, the three cards were strangely and coincidentally connected to each other, standing in the center of the mahjong table in a triangle shape.
Then, the young girl and the two men raised their heads one after another, either with broken eyes, some with malicious intent, or full of charm, and they all looked at the only burly middle-aged man on the card table who had not yet played a card.
The tough and rugged face was vaguely covered with a layer of black air. The giant bear-like man snorted disdainfully: "Why, you want me to follow a bullshit card? That's impossible. If you do, it's also a bullshit card." Bomb, just blow up all three of you bastards!"
The three people who were ridiculed looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the young girl shook her head regretfully and pressed the button again to start a new round of automatic shuffling: "Ah la la, Grand Duke Vladimir, you are here It’s so boring, everyone is playing mahjong, which is popular in the Central Plains, how can a pair of bombs suddenly pop out?”
Grand Duke Vladimir, whose hands were bound by gold chains and tied to a chair, just grinned and showed his white teeth in response.
The man who was as perfect as a statue conjured a pair of playing cards from the palm of his hand out of thin air, and threw them on the mahjong table with great interest: "Yes, there is also this way of playing, hit me with a bomb!"
Unfortunately, the only response to him was the charming laughter of a young girl. The thin man continued to lean on the back of the chair half dead. Grand Duke Vladimir looked at him as if he was a lunatic: "Mamen, you haven't been clear-headed. Do you want me to let you know?" Can I give you a slap to heal you?"
Laughing without any concern, Mammon actually took the initiative to put her face in front of Grand Duke Vladimir: "Come on, please."
He wanted to take action against the handsome face in front of him that was so perfect that he wanted to smash it to pieces, but Grand Duke Vladimir could only shake his arm, and was suppressed back by the chain.
With a cold snort, Grand Duke Vladimir spat on the ground disdainfully: "If Beelzebub's gluttonous black energy hadn't been eating away at my spiritual power, your head would have been blown, Mammon!"
"Oh, you old thing is really interesting." Mammon twisted her body and sat back down. She lazily stretched out a slender white finger to the gloomy Grand Duke Vladimir and shook it gently, "Obviously I took the initiative to go to hell, trying to take advantage of the fight between Beelzebub and me, and I was alone in order to monopolize the fruit, bringing only the cronies of my own faction, why did I become a victim now?"
Hearing what Mammon said, the veins on Grand Duke Vladimir's forehead kept trembling: "Oh, I didn't expect that you and Beelzebub were just pretending to fight, and then they accidentally fell into your trap, otherwise... …”
"It's not that much, old sir." After shuffling the cards, the young girl signaled for the three of them to start again, "If you lose, you lose. I don't like men who talk hard, huh."
Looking at the young girl with cold eyes, Grand Duke Vladimir unabashedly revealed his strongest murderous intention towards her: "Young drunken boy, I never thought that you would dare to commit yourself to the sin of greed and the sin of gluttony at the same time. What's more, What’s ridiculous is that you two actually agreed and approved of her, aren’t you afraid that one day you will be betrayed by this evil ghost who only knows about fun and enjoyment?”
"Hey, betrayal is just betrayal. It's not a big deal. What's the use of worrying about this in the hell of intrigues? Besides, if it hadn't been for Jiutun, we might not have been able to reach this false agreement. Come on. Come on, Grand Duke, how about you invite me first this time?" Mammon didn't take Grand Duke Vladimir's words to heart at all and just kept urging him to play his cards.
Even Beelzebub, who was leaning back in his chair as if he might die at any moment, said intermittently: "Betrayal...is very common in hell..."
The muscles in his hands kept twisting, and Grand Duke Vladimir finally refused to pick up the mahjong tiles. Mammon scratched his head in great distress: "What are you doing? Can't we just play cards happily?"
He said, not knowing what he thought of, Mammon suddenly clapped his hands: "Ah! I understand, Grand Duke, you are curious why Beelzebub, the sin of gluttony, is in such a bad state, right? That can be explained."
I'm not curious at all.
With this thought in his mind, Grand Duke Vladimir was happy that Mammon was wasting his precious time, just silently listening to his gestures.
Shuten Doji, on the other hand, raised his sleeves gracefully, hiding his face and smiling.
"Let me tell you, your Yunshang's classics, myths and legends, film and television works...oh, there is no such thing, don't worry about it. In short, they basically give Beelzebub an image of a big belly and a fat brain. This is completely inconsistent with what people really look like!”
As she spoke, Mammon stood up indignantly, walked to the pale and thin Beelzebub, and motioned Grand Duke Vladimir to look at him with both hands: "Look at how thin and pitiful Beelzebub is. It is really unreasonable that such a poor person should suffer slander and ridicule from you, Yun Shang!"
Grand Duke Vladimir remained silent, and Beelzebub was even too lazy to talk to Mammon. Only Shuten Doji applauded: "That's right, what Mammon said is so good. A person who is always greedy and can't be satisfied. How can a being be obese and bloated? Excess fat can only represent excess nutrient absorption, but since it can deposit excess fat, which means excess nutrient absorption, how can it be the sin of gluttony? Huh-huh."
