Chapter 1084

If you want to blame, you can only blame the ancient yinggou period, there is no requirement for classification of dry garbage and wet garbage.

The spoils from the hunting, meat eating and wine making of yinggou are all thrown aside, which is probably the first prototype of the white bone throne;

now, this unethical garbage disposal method will be fined and educated.

Therefore, you really can't force win hook to recognize what the garbage you left one day in that year is.

Zhou Ze estimated that the sculpture must be very unyielding in his heart.

he was the defeated general of yinggou's staff.

and he regarded yinggou as the enemy of his life.

however,

in yinggou's eyes, he was just a passer-by who had long forgotten.

"Boom!"

Raise your hand,

press down,

the pavilion collapses.

After destroying the pavilion, boss Zhou clapped his hands to show that the old belt could continue to lead the way.

The old leader himself has said that he was originally a "Huang Gai", but he also knew that the current affairs people were Junjie, and directly turned against Zhou Ze.

Continue to go up, there are not many steps left. After all, this mountain is not so high. The same height of Langshan Mountain in Tongcheng has been climbed by yinggou more than once in his life. The design of the mountain road is zigzag and zigzag, but it will take 15 minutes for adults to go up wholeheartedly.

The mountain path here is even straighter, and naturally shorter.

At the top of the mountain,

the field of vision becomes clear.

There is a big round platform in front of it. There are more than ten iron pillars standing around the platform. They are very powerful.

In the center of the platform is the white bone throne, shrouded in the cold air. It is full of special effects, just like watching the artifact in front of your eyes when you play online games.

On both sides of the white bone throne stand three masked men. In the cave on the mountain wall farther away, nearly a hundred black shadows can be seen looking at it.

At present, there is no accident. It should be the last line of defense.

Zhou Ze stopped and sat down directly on the ground,

put the shoulder bag on his leg and open the zipper.

Cola,

ketchup,

vinegar,

sugar,

salt,

these are all prepared in advance by Yingying. The careful maid considers that the boss only eats potatoes, it is difficult to swallow them, so she has prepared the seasoning.

Even Zhou Ze took out a mini Juicer with battery from his shoulder bag.

Because potatoes are bound to be raw. Every little potato contains extremely pure and horrible evil spirit. Naturally, no one dares to shave the skin in advance and bring it to Zhou Ze after it is cooked.

A little more normal in the brain can think of the consequences of this is to cause the basic loss of energy in this potato.

So, boss Zhou is still eating potatoes raw.

Yingying knows his boss's life habit of eating well and eating well, so she is very distressed. So she has prepared a juicer. She doesn't want to squeeze out juice. She just wants to make it paste so that the boss can hold his nose and swallow it.

In this way,

the front six masked guys are waiting for them, and there are at least a dozen demons' eyes on the pillars and the surrounding space.

And boss Zhou,

started his own picnic.

The old leader stood in front of Zhou Ze, looking serious.

There are many black shadows on the stone wall in the rear where there are violent and angry mood swings. It is estimated that they are denouncing the old band "traitors" in their way of communication.

"Bahaw"

small potatoes are not willing to peel, because they are not willing to waste. If they bite, the taste is really bad, and it also has a very strong smell of earth.

But after eating, there was a burst of joy in Zhou Ze's heart.

obviously, this joy did not come from Zhou Ze, but from winning the hook

.

If you don't know the real reason, maybe Zhou zezhen thought that the reason why yinggou and the Yellow Emperor fought against each other in hell was because the food in the sun couldn't support yinggou, so he had to go to hell to eat ghosts.

It's really bad to eat potatoes with skin.

but because of the winning hook,

Zhou Ze took one mouthful, and

was more and more excited and joyful, like taking a smile.

Zhou Ze shakes his head helplessly, feeling:

hey, like a child, greedy.

Boss Zhou ate slowly, while the six masked people standing there were embarrassed. They didn't know whether it was better or not to wait and see.

Zhou Ze didn't worry about their sudden launch either,

the reason why he chose to eat slowly was that he felt that life needed a little ritual;

if the other party rushed up directly, Zhou Ze could crush the remaining potatoes and force them into his mouth.But they didn't move, so there was really no other sound around, except for boss Zhou's potato eating.

Potatoes, after all, are not many. Naturally, the output of the first batch of improved potatoes can't be as high as heaven, but it's much more than the original peanut.

After eating, Zhou clapped his hands and stood up.

It's a bit like taking drugs to get back to blue before the fight, so that you can't enlarge your moves without blue in the next fight.

Zhou Ze's action is like the director shouting "continue" again, and the actors are in place and working.

The six masked people are making a seal together. They are putting light on their bodies. On the sky curtain, there are also cyclones of various colors starting to circle.

In order to avoid their own fate of being destroyed, or in order to avenge those demons, they all have absolute motivation and reason to share the same hatred when facing the win.

The old leader is still standing at the front, ready to move on, but after all, he is just acting.

He joined Zhou Ze to live, not to sacrifice and sacrifice himself. If he died, why didn't he stand opposite?

But Lao Dai still turned to Zhou zedao: "boss, the white bone throne is blocked by one seal. As long as you can break that seal, they will lose control of the throne."

Zhou Ze nodded, and the masked people over there seemed to hear the news. They were so angry that they opened and scolded directly. What was the specific scolding? Zhou Ze couldn't understand it.

After all, it's been isolated and hidden here for countless years. It's really difficult for them to promote Putonghua.

There are only a few exceptions. Because I went out several times, I learned the language.

Zhou Ze crossed his hands, pinched his knuckles, and made a crispy sound in turn;

then twisted his neck, and there were two crispy sounds;

the gesture of the villain was really enough.

After the preparatory action is completed, Zhou Ze is too lazy to go up and try to break through the hurdles. Anyway, the winning hook also cushions his belly and should come out for activities.

Because the bottom of the cup is broken, if you eat ten apples, it's good to leave one. The other nine will dissipate slowly with the passage of time. It's better to use it at this time than to waste it like that.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes,

consciousness began to sink,

followed,

is the recovery of the power of winning hook.

When Zhou Ze opened his eyes again,

the terrifying pressure made the mountain tremble, and the white bone throne in the center of the round platform also gave a special light.

Zhou Ze's eyes swept to the front,

the majestic pressure poured down,

the old belt closest to yinggou fell down directly,

at this moment,

he felt the real fear rooted in his own blood!

The six masked people on the platform were trembling, almost kneeling down, and the shadows in the stone wall of the square were already on their knees, trembling.

Zhou Ze raised his head and looked up to the sky.

Under this kind of vision, the demons who released their own breath intentionally began to dissipate, one by one, as if they were racing.

As they know,

when the breath of winning hook appears,

in fact, there is no need to discuss it.

Although winning hook is not the peak of him,

but they,

How can they be the peak of them?

It was killed in ancient times. The spirit was suppressed permanently because of the relationship between the white bone throne. After years of polishing, it became the "spirit" around the throne.

Although yinggou is not the master of the sea of the netherworld, how could they ever be the giants who could stir the hell in the past?

The six masked people seemed to be unbelievable. They continued to resist the pressure from Zhou Ze and tried desperately to keep in touch with the demons.

Unfortunately,

even the good bird,

did not come back to help at this time.

We are all so old that we have learned to be realistic for a long time.

The only people who don't want to face the reality are those who will be killed if their heads are lowered.

In fact,

he didn't have too much excitement because he saw the throne in the past,

just as in the past and in the present,

I don't know how many people devote themselves to that dragon chair,

but what they care about,

is really just a chair inlaid with gold?

What they want, what they care about, is the power that this chair represents.

Now, everything is the same.

with a winning character, you ask him to simply grab the chair back and do nothing. When you do something, you sit on it and remember the past,Or sit up in the night, clap your hands on the armrest of the throne,

cry with emotion:

"if my Qing Dynasty is still here..."

Sorry, I can't do it.

So, he's not interested in getting the throne back.

But I can't bear my dog's liking. If I want to, I can't help it. I can only follow him.

Just as yinggou is about to go to the round table, a green light beam appears in the sky and falls vertically!

At the bottom, the six masked people, who were almost desperate to collapse, almost cried with joy, and they finally saw the light of day.

The green light fell on the ground and dissipated, showing the appearance of a young man, wearing green clothes, smiling on his face, and slightly bowing his waist;

but the traces of years in his eyes are still telling that he is really not young.

Six masked men knelt down immediately, and with the old belt behind Zhou Ze, they kowtowed solemnly to the green boy.

Zhou Ze, also stopped.

"Master, I'm waiting for you at last."

In tears, he knelt down and moved his knees in the direction of Zhou Ze.

"You have put yourself on the throne, too."

Zhou Ze's tone is very flat.

"Yes, I felt that the time was coming, so I asked my descendants to throw my bones into the throne, and I became a spirit under the throne.

Because I know that I am sure that my master will come back again. I want to see my master again, and I want to wait for him to come back.

Master, after you go, the sea of the netherworld is divided by them, the hell is divided by them, the palace is divided by them, and the little slave is useless. You can only keep this throne from being taken away.

Little slave is guilty, little slave is useless, little slave is guilty, please punish the master! "

Green boy knelt and moved to Zhou Ze's side.

Zhou Ze looked at him so calmly.

In the air, it seems that the touching smell of the long-time reunion between the master and the servant began to permeate.

However, at this time, the green guy who had knelt down in front of Zhou Ze suddenly raised his head, and a piece of green Rune paper appeared in the palm position,

directly pasted to Zhou Ze, and the green Rune paper immediately melted, and turned into a beam of light to completely cover Zhou Ze's body.

In the distance, the white bone throne also released a green light. In the distance, there came the power of terror and suppression from the throne!

The young man stared at Zhou Ze with a kind of angry eyes and said: "you are not who you were. Today, I will use your throne to suppress you and let you and us fall under the throne forever!"!

Aren't you proud? Aren't you conceited? Aren't you lofty? Aren't you invincible?

I want you, like us, like the scum in your eyes, ha ha ha! "

then, he suddenly cried:

" master, don't blame the little slave;

after all,

who would like to be a dog when his mother was born! "