Chapter 1298

From their conversation, Tang Xiaotang knows that the Lord of the dead doesn't exist all the time. According to Tang Xiaotang's calculation of time, it seems that he defeated the original Lord of the dead in the last few hundred years, and these spirits have never seen him.

That's why the Lord of the dead can enter the party disguised as the servant of the dragon, because no one knows what kind it is.

Listen to their words, the result and Tang Xiaotang guess the same, the dragon is in the Lord of the dead under the instruction, deliberately into them.

The purpose of the undead is to overthrow the Lord of the undead.

But the undead didn't expect that the Lord of the undead had already expected this. It didn't show any unexpected color. Even the Dragon they wanted to attract was deliberately sent by it, and all their actions were monitored by each other.

After listening to o'laite's report calmly, the Lord of the dead asked him to continue to pretend to cooperate with them and obey his orders.

Aolaite raised his head and was about to turn to leave. He saw the person on the white bone chair holding the transparent plate. The flame in his eyes flickered slightly, as if he was talking to someone.

But it didn't see anything except the shiny tablet.

The Dragon flew away, but the Lord of the dead didn't immediately reopen her. It stretched out a white bony hand, a little golden light flashed, and suddenly climbed out a green flame undead with very thin bones from the ground full of white bones.

This seems to be some kind of rodent like a mouse. Its limbs fall on the ground, the flame in its eyes does not flash, and the fluctuation of its soul is very weak, and its sense of existence is almost zero.

The most important thing is that Tang Xiaotang doesn't feel any emotion fluctuation in his body.

It's like a puppet.

Is it soul control? Tang Xiaotang guessed in his heart.

I saw the Lord of the dead gently waved his hand, and the green flame of the dead quickly ran out along the wall of the white bone palace, and soon disappeared in the dark corner.

Tang Xiaotang doesn't have to guess what it does.

Although the Dragon oret has shown enough respect and submission to the Lord of the dead, its performance still shows that it does not trust it.

But its mood did not change at all, and the golden flame in its eyes was still stable without any fluctuation.

Tang Xiaotang looks at the calm Lord of the dead and is curious about what he is thinking.

She didn't ask, but it said directly, "are you curious, why do I do this?"

"A little bit." Tang Xiaotang directly admitted: "nickname master, you and the wisdom race recorded in the small K database are not the same."

"What is your world like?" The dead don't answer rhetorical questions.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, honesty and friendliness." Tang Xiaotang gave it a period of socialist core values without thinking.

"That sounds interesting." In fact, the undead doesn't understand the meaning of some words, but it doesn't matter. This doesn't prevent it from expressing its desire to talk, because it knows that it must be different from the world of the undead: "do you want to know what our world is like?"

Here's the point!

Tang Xiaotang is worried that the organization knows too little about the world. Since the dead are willing to speak, she certainly wants to listen, but she can't be too positive: "if the owner of the nickname wants to speak, Xiao K is willing to listen!"

"Forget that stupid name, and don't call me master." the undead already knew the meaning of the word he wrote casually, which made him feel stupid every time he listened to her: "you can call me..."

It pauses, as if recalling something.

After becoming the Lord of the dead, no one mentioned his name again for a long time, so long that he almost forgot the name he took for himself.

"Bean."

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