Ex 17

The throne is indeed the throne. Yinggou usually sits on it. Mobile terminal

But he didn't think he needed the so-called throne to foil himself. At the beginning, when boss Zhou was pulled into the depths of his soul, yinggou once stretched out his fingers under the throne;

There is a pit.

Since ancient times, there have been legends about the sea of the nether world and the white bone throne. In the eyes of outsiders, the position where yinggou sits must be the throne, symbolizing the supremacy.

This does not depend on the quality, composition and composition of the seat,

It just depends on the person sitting on it.

However,

For win hook,

At first,

He just wants to be a kennel.

probably,

At that time, there were already signs for the later hand demon.

The throne is big, really big, with countless bones piled up like a mountain.

Those countless demon gods who were suppressed under the throne, in these years, they also have the identity of an instrument spirit, in fact, they must have dug out every detail of the throne up and down, inside and outside.

After all,

Besides doing this,

They have nothing else to do.

But there are some things that you can really understand if you don't touch them clearly.

For example, the pit under the throne.

Maybe it was just an accident. For example, a corner of furniture was missing due to collision during handling.

After all, the white bone throne is too big, and it is not flat and smooth. In the end, it is piled up with bones one by one. Isn't it normal for it to protrude a little and sink a little?

The seat at the top,

Maybe it's because yinggou is sedentary. It's a little smooth, so it's only a little more regular now.

At this point,

Zhou Ze's body surface has been soaked with a layer of blood mist, which marks the countdown to the collapse of the body under the pressure of the white bone throne.

However,

That's it.

Zhou Ze's fingernails gently touched, scraping out a string of sparks, but it was like a steel needle stabbing into the ball.

"Hum!"

The white bone throne with extremely strong pressure suddenly shivered at this time,

Then,

At the position of the pit in the corner below,

A black flame flashed out,

At first, the flames were only scattered, but then they turned into a huge fire, completely covering the throne.

A shrill scream came,

Countless demon gods are wailing and struggling inside,

The fire turned into a cyclone, pulled out, and the starting point was at the location of the pit.

there

It is the real key central position of the white bone throne and the real core of the white bone throne.

It's there, it's always there, but for countless years, no one has really found it.

Because it is no longer dark under the light, which completely subverts the cognition of normal people's thinking.

It's like the cork of a wine bottle is suddenly pulled out,

The wine in it began to gush out,

The cyclones that rushed out and the flames covered by the cyclones are the "nutrients" forcibly extracted from the throne of bones, and these tools and spirits that were melted in the fire.

Yinggou is kind,

He didn't kill him, but thought he was interesting;

He took in the souls of the Jiuli war who were chased and killed, and only thought that their remaining courage was commendable;

But he is also cold-blooded,

The birth of the white bone throne is the best evidence.

Therefore, in the face of these demon gods' despair and howling at this time, yinggou has no fluctuation.

even to the extent that,

He also slightly closed his eyes,

In his body, boss Zhou can feel the faint pleasure under the calm in yinggou's heart;

He is enjoying this feeling.

The fire of the throne is still burning, and the volume of the throne is getting smaller and smaller, as if most of the impurities began to be removed in the fire.

The boy in front of him also began to show flames.

He had already integrated himself into the throne. At this time, his fate was naturally the same as those demons under the throne.

The boy looked at Zhou Ze with unbelievable eyes,

Over the years,

He always felt that he was the one who knew how to win,

Although most of the time they spent together, he knelt beside them, trembling and walking on thin ice;

But he was indeed one of the people who stayed with yinggou for the longest time,

But until today,

He seemed to find out,

I don't understand yinggou at all.

But he knew that he had lost and was unable to turn the tables again. At this stage, he seemed a little free and easy.

It's hard to say how much he cares about the survival of his descendants.

Thinking consciousness has existed for so long, and the concept of clan existence is really weak.

He just struggled with his last strength and asked:

"Master, I don't understand. Since this is a doghouse, why have you been sitting on it alone for so many years?"

Why a doghouse?

How can it be a doghouse?

The little boy himself, even those demon gods who are being burned in the throne and have just been burned, probably have the same feeling in his heart:

Are you kidding me?

It seems that out of pity for this "acquaintance", yinggou is willing to help him solve his doubts before his consciousness completely dissipates.

"In those days, I looked for it for a long time, but I didn't find the dog I wanted, so I kept it empty."

Until it's empty,

Hell is turbulent,

Immortal revives,

Finally, I successfully stopped the general trend, but it also fell,

Therefore, the kennel has been ready for a long time, but the matter of keeping a dog has not been settled after all.

"Master, now, have you found the dog that you like?"

Although he was not a "handyman", in fact, the role he played at that time was similar to countless handymans who later won the hook.

Hate is hate, but what should be sensitive will still be sensitive.

Yinggou was silent,

In this silent process, the white bone throne is still shrinking above,

In front of him, the flame on his body has almost burned him transparent.

Yinggou's silence finally ended at this time,

He said:

"I found it."

"The little slave is here. Congratulations to the master.

If you can't let the master be suppressed, it's useless for the little slave. If the little slave is gone, it's completely gone. Finally, kowtow to the master. "

The boy knelt down,

When his forehead touched the ground,

The body turned into smoke and drifted away.

At the last moment before it dissipated,

His eyes glanced at the old belt that had been knocked out by himself and fell there.

And now,

Boss Zhou in his body suddenly felt confused,

Confused by:

Should I be angry or proud?

"I said, can you stop being so disgusting? By the way, your design is really interesting. You can put a dog hole in advance to release all the gas inside."

"Ah......"

Yinggou didn't refute or explain,

Watching the last little smoke curl away,

In the eyes,

With a touch of depth,

express volumes.

This chapter is a little short. I'll fill in a big chapter tomorrow.

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