I waved my hand to the orc boy, and my face showed a disapproving expression: I don't care, let me explain it to you, I feel very bored now because I have nothing to do. If what you said cannot arouse my interest, I will immediately let my subordinates cut you down. Finally, I will give you some conscience suggestions and think it through before saying it.

The reason why I say this is to scare the orc boy. Although this guy looks young, his performance just now and when he first met Diyana, he is obviously not a pure male master.

If Sano reacted to the tokens in the boy's mouth, I would have taken another method. However, Sano showed a completely official attitude. It can be seen that she didn't care about the so-called tokens in the mouths of the two orcs, let alone the lives and deaths of the two orcs.

Walking out of the darkness of the prison, perhaps because of my straightforward words, the orc Masao repeatedly made clenching his fists before replying.

Because of the angle and light problems just now, I didn't see the orc's appearance very clearly. Until now, I was really facing him in the sense of the four eyes... Although I was still wearing an eye mask on my left eye, I was always used to using this idiom and could not change my words for a while.

The orc had a messy brown-yellow hair. From a distance, it looked like his whole face was wrapped in a ball of hair. At the same time, his facial features were much sharper than humans. As for the ears and tails of beasts, they were necessary equipment, so I won't describe it more.

Are you a member of the Lion tribe? After looking at it, I got this conclusion that anyone who is not blind can see.

Yes, my name is Rogli Lion. My grandfather was a soldier compiled by Lord Beheader and had fought side by side with her on the same battlefield. Xiao Maoqiu put his hands on the railing, and I noticed that his sharp nails and extremely lush hand hairs were extremely heavy.

A handsome man has thick hair that is not inferior to an adult man, and I also summarize it as a characteristic of the orc race.

After hearing what Rogri said, I glanced at Seno with a strange expression, and then I turned my mouth to Rogri: I heard that the death rate of your grandfather's troops was as high as 90%.

Yes. Rogri not only did not hear the sarcasm in my words, but instead showed a proud look, raised his head and said to me: My grandfather was assigned to the team of the Beheader from the middle of the Demon World War, and survived countless battles of all sizes and sizes. At that time, his nickname in the team was the Miracle Lion Man.

I roughly estimated the battles of all sizes to twenty, and then I took the survival rate of each battle under Sano 10%... Statistically calculated, your grandfather really deserves the name of a miracle.

This token was given to my grandfather by Lord Beheader as a reward for the outstanding performer after a battle. Rogri took out a hairpin from his cuff. Although the hairpin itself was quite old, there were no obvious signs of damage on the appearance. It is not difficult to see that the custodian attached great importance to it.

Sano, do you remember this?

Sano, who I asked, turned his head away and seemed to be searching for memories similar to those described by Rogli, but in vain. After a long time, Sano spoke and the answer given was similar to my guess: I don't remember.

OK, you can drag it out and cut it. And you haven't mentioned why you ran to this forest to seek death. The question is not correct, and you have zero grades.

After hearing what I said, the two skeletons lowered their heads and continued to unlock the cell.

Wait a minute, please give me another chance! Rogri shouted nervously, and as for the other orc Loli in the cell, he still kept shrinking into a ball, trembling like a powerless herbivore.

Since you said that, I will give you another reminder. Remember to tell the story as it is about the beginning, the success or the end. There must be laughter, tears, love and hatred. Anyway, the more entertaining it is, the better. It is best to have the content like the eight o'clock series, but I didn't actually say this sentence.

When Rogri took out his hairpin, I had no intention of executing them in my mind. I would say the words just now, which was just due to my personal bad taste.

There is no entertainment in the Demon King City. When you are free, you will really enter a boring state with nothing to do. The only change I can make is to arrange the itinerary as much as possible and reduce the spare time a lot.

At the same time, I also learned to have fun from the people around me. You must know that I was not so fond of pranks before traveling through time, but recently, even I have vaguely realized that my personality is much worse than before.

After hearing my request, Rogri was obviously stunned, but then he really told me a story with extremely bloody content.

The story takes place in a noble tribe within the territory of the Rococona tribe... It's so troublesome, I don't want to waste a lot of words here to describe a story with complete content.

The main reason is that the son of a certain nobleman met a farmer's daughter while traveling in the territory and pursued him with a hidden identity. After the development of content like Cinderella, the noble son finally revealed his true identity with the farmer's daughter and took the farmer's daughter as his wife. The farmer's daughter also gave birth to a daughter for the noble son.

The next step was a happy and happy life, but the good times were not constant. The father of the noble son, who was the noble himself, was about to die because of his old age and weak strength. He issued a will in advance to allow his son, who was a direct bloodline, to inherit the position of the noble.

This was originally a good thing, but as soon as the will was released, someone immediately became unhappy. The man was the noble's younger brother. Therefore, after the old noble died, he invited the noble's son to his mansion under the name of his uncle and nephew, Liddon Duoduo's closeness, and used a trick to kill the noble's son, and announced the news that the noble's son died of illness.

At this point, the noble brother should be able to take over the position of the noble, but who knew that the noble son might have witnessed the death of his father, and at a young age, he realized that the heavens were unexpected and that people had good fortune and good fortune at any time. He actually made a will early on. If he died, his daughter must succeed him.

It is estimated that his brother of the nobles almost wanted to vomit blood at this time. Before becoming an aristocrat recognized by the tribe country, he actually had a stumbling block. So he racked his brains to abduct the noble's son's vain wife and his daughter to go out for a trip in the suburbs and secretly sent troops to assassinate them.

The assassination was quite successful. The peasant girl died tragically on the spot, but her daughter successfully broke through under the protection of the guards. After experiencing a long distance of pursuit, the daughter of the nobleman's son... The name of his mother is really irritating. In a desperate situation, he remembered the legend about the beheader. So he happened to have a token on his body, holding a token, and bravely broke into the forest where the beheader settled.

Rogri coughed twice, and told such a long story in one breath. He had already felt dry mouth, but he still tried his best to straighten his body and said seriously: I am the last guard.

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Miscellaneous talk:

I went out for dinner with my friend this afternoon and talked to him about Mao Kuan's failure to get the contract.

After hearing this, my friend was surprised and said, is it necessary to be so depressed?

Maybe for many people, a sign is not a great thing, but for us authors who are just silently typing, it represents a recognition...

The failure of the VIP application has hit Maokuan a big blow, especially the authors of other books say that even if the application fails, the editor will make suggestions.

Looking at the website letters that were just written in the text box that did not meet the signing standards, what else can we say?

After 100,000 words, Mao Kuan insisted on 100,000, and he will continue like this afterwards... Even if this is an act that many people have rated as **. Thanks again to the friends in the book review area. If it weren't for you, Mao Kuan wouldn't have been able to last for so long. The creator was lonely. Perhaps Mao Kuan, who has always been unable to bear this, is not a real writer after all.
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