I stand under a billion lives

Chapter 70 Chess Game
Looking at the stern Belia, and then at Chen Fan who pursed his lips silently, Mordred wanted to help ease the tense atmosphere between the two, but he didn't know what to say to help, He kept turning his single ponytail anxiously.

However, before Mordred could come up with a solution, Chen Fan silently raised his lips, showing a happy and relaxed smile: "Since we met, this is the first time you have been so angry with me, dear Beria .”

Beria couldn't help squinting her eyes when she heard the words, wondering what kind of medicine Chen Fan was selling in the gourd.

But then, Chen Fan continued to smile and said: "I know you are out of concern for me. Of course, being angry is really angry. After all, I am not the only one who was harmed by the previous behavior. Well, anyway, thank you Yes, I will pay more attention in the future."

Huh, isn't that pretty good at talking.

Mordred, who was on the sidelines, finally breathed a sigh of relief, but found that Beria was still expressionless.

After a long time, she sighed softly: "Ha - from the way you look, you should be aware of it. If that's the case, let's not talk about it. Mordred, go and see the hell species I killed Is there any non-toxic one in it, we need to replenish our strength, that hell mantis is not dead yet."

"Huh? Oh, good!"

Hearing Beria's words, while Mordred was relieved, he stood in front of the pile of corpses and began to worry.

To be honest, although Mordred could not say that his fingers were not in the sun, but in the pile of corpses, rummaging through the sticky viscera and blood to find something to eat for a while, this kind of thing is still too shocking.

But you have to do it. That kid Chen Fan has been turned into a human stick, so he definitely can’t be counted on to do it for him. Beria killed these hell species and successfully captured a safe hiding place. She can’t let everything happen to her. Do it alone?

Especially thinking about his impulsive behavior before, which caused him and Chen Fan to need Beria's rescue to escape, Mordred felt even more aggrieved.

So, taking a deep breath, Mordred leaned towards the pile of corpses with slightly trembling hands.

Just a second before coming into contact with the pile of corpses, Chen Fan suddenly said to Mordred: "I said, if there are really poisonous among these hell species, you don't have high resistance, Mo, so don't be afraid." Did you get caught?"

Hearing this, he hurriedly stopped his actions, and his final determination was shaken. Mordred couldn't help but glared at Chen Fan in embarrassment.

But then, Mordred lowered his head again, and had to admit that what Chen Fan said made sense.

Fortunately, Beria didn't have Chen Fan's bad intentions. After hearing Chen Fan's precautions, she stepped forward to pick him up, and then came to the front of the pile of corpses.

Putting Chen Fan in front of the pile of corpses, Beria 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 only heard about the difference between hell and abyss from Xiao Mo two days ago, and all the information I found was in this regard. At best, the most involved was related to 'sin', and the kind of hell was completely unclear. You can't blame me, who would have thought that we would just fall into the shards of hell?"

Actively ignoring Chen Fan's extra nonsense, Beria looked at Mordred who started playing with her ponytail again: "Mordred, do you dare to try new things in order to survive? After all, is there any The water resource, and how long it will last us if we have it, is unknown."

Countless possibilities flashed through his mind for a moment, and Mordred finally gritted his teeth and nodded: "My lord... yes. At least my lord can't hold you back!"

"Really."

For some reason, there was a weird smile on Beria's face.

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In another cabin of the Rainbow Bridge, Lancelot and Agfevin leaned against the transparent bulkhead and exchanged glances with Morgan, who was silently watching the incomplete passage below, but neither of them could speak first.

In this deathly silence, a shallow crack burst out suddenly on the bulkhead of the Rainbow Bridge.

Discovering the cracks, Lancelot's face turned pale, and Agguiwen couldn't ignore it. After taking a step forward, he couldn't kneel down on one knee due to the small space, so he could only bow down and salute: "Master Morgan, even if you go down now , and it is impossible to determine where Miss Mordred fell before, I hope you can calm down first, and a professional search and rescue team will take over after returning."

However, Morgan, who turned his back to the two, still didn't say a word, staring down and wondering what he was thinking.

Cold sweat slowly oozes from Agguivin's forehead, and Lancelot purses his lips even more, trying to persuade Morgan but doesn't know how to speak.

After a long time, Morgan turned his face, and the face that was [-]% similar to Mordred was full of hidden and deep anger: "That idiot bear god of Roskiev! I have never seen someone as stupid as him!" Heroic spirits, even King Uther back then..."

"My lord!" Hearing those three words, Agguiwen suddenly spoke in a deep voice, which made Morgan calm down a little.

In the end, Morgan could only let out a long sigh: "Huh——Aggravin, Lancelot."

Looking at each other quickly, Agguiwen and Lancelot stepped forward together, bowing down to greet them: "I will obey your orders."

"After we go back, led by your two fifth-level knights of the round table, we must rescue Mordred. If we can't save him..." Morgan squinted his charming eyes, and there was no restraint in his voice, " There is no need for the Bear God to come back."

Burying their heads lower, Lancelot and Agguivin responded in unison:
"Yes, Lord Morgan!"

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In the silent darkness, four people were sitting around a green table, and then one of them, a petite girl who seemed 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 a manual and looked at it carefully, shaking his pair of flesh-colored long horns growing from his forehead from time to time, with an original expression.

The other three men did not urge the young girl, who was wearing a big robe outside, but covered the main position with only two strips of cloth inside, just sat quietly on the chair, waiting for the young girl to finish reading the instruction manual.

Fortunately, after a while, the young girl threw away the manual and pressed a switch on the edge of the table.

Then, the sound of shuffling the cards began to sound, and it was not long before the four of them presented the stacked mahjong tiles from the center of the table.

"Well, the veneer layer on the reverse side is magnetic, but the front side is not. Then it rotates with the disc on an inclined disc. When the card rises to a high place, the magnetic side is attracted by the iron ring above the disc. Go, and sent to a groove with the rotation of the ring, and pushed away by the lever, the non-magnetic cards on the front continue to roll on the plate, and the cards on the groove are folded into doubles, and then the push rod is distributed to the four sides according to the number.

After sending, there is a small spring on the disc to flip the cards, so that the front cards are turned down, and the magnetic side is upwards to be attracted by the iron ring, until finally all the cards are sent to the slot and taken away.After the number of cards on all four sides is sufficient, the button is controlled by a person, and the supporting plate under the cards will send the cards stacked around the table out of 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, and then turned her palm upwards, indicating that the others can start.

After the young girl reached out her hand to signal, the thin pale man with heavy dark circles stretched out his hand first, took out a card at random, and threw it half-deadly in 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 handsome face like a sculpture, and a tall man with a near-perfect figure followed closely. He also drew out a card and threw it to the center with a chuckle: "Western Wind."

Curiously looking at the mahjong tiles thrown out by the two men for a long time, the young girl pondered seriously for a long time before throwing out a tile with a charming smile: "In this case, I will be as good as a Nanfeng tile, ha ha."

With a click, the three cards meet each other strangely and coincidentally, standing in the center of the mahjong table in a triangle.

Then, the young girl and the two men raised their heads one after another. Their eyes were broken, or they were malicious, or they were full of charm. They all looked at the only strong middle-aged man on the poker table who hadn't played a card yet.

The tough and rough face was vaguely covered with a layer of black air, and the man as huge as a giant bear snorted coldly with disdain: "Why, do you also want the old man to follow a bullshit card? That's impossible. If you want to follow, you will also follow a piece of shit. Bomb, just blow up all three of you bastards!"

The three who were ridiculed looked at me, I looked at you, and 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 will It's so boring, everyone is playing mahjong, which is popular in the Central Plains, how could a pair of bombs suddenly pop out?"

Grand Duke Vladimir, who was bound by golden chains and tied his hands to a chair, just grinned and showed his white teeth in response.

The man as perfect as a statue conjured a pair of playing cards from his palm out of thin air, and threw them on the mahjong table with great interest: "Yes, there is still this way of playing, eat me a bomb!"

It's a pity that only the young girl's charming laughter responded to him. The thin man continued to lean on the back of the chair half dead, while Grand Duke Vladimir looked at him as if he was insane: "Mamen, your mind has not been clear, why don't you let the old man Give you a slap for healing?"

Laughing without any hesitation, Mamen really took the initiative to put her face in front of Grand Duke Vladimir: "Come, please."

He wanted to take a shot at 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 before being suppressed by the chains.

With a cold snort, Grand Duke Vladimir spat on the ground in disdain: "If it weren't for Beelzebub's black energy of gluttony that has been eating away at the old man's spiritual power, you would have blown your head, Mammon!"

"Heh, you old thing is really interesting." Twisting her body back to her seat, Mamen lazily stretched out a slender white finger to the gloomy Grand Duke Vladimir, shaking it slightly, "Obviously I ran to Hell on my own initiative, wanting to take advantage of the fire that I and Beelzebub started to fight, and in order to monopolize the fruit, I was alone and only brought my own faction's cronies, how come I became a victim now?"

Hearing what Mamen said, the veins on Grand Duke Vladimir's forehead kept shaking: "Oh, I didn't expect that you and Beelzebub were just pretending to fight, and that's why you accidentally fell into your trap, otherwise... ..."

"There aren't that many otherwise, old man." After shuffling the cards, the young girl signaled to the three of them to start again, "If you lose, you lose. I don't like hard-talking men, huh."

Looking at the young girl coldly, Grand Duke Vladimir showed his strongest killing intent towards her unabashedly: "Shuten-dou, I never thought you would commit yourself to the crime of greed and the crime of gluttony at the same time, even more so. It's ridiculous that the two of you agreed and recognized her so much, aren't you afraid that one day you will be betrayed by this evil ghost who only knows how to have fun?"

"Hey, betrayal is betrayal, it's a big deal, what's the use of entangled in the hell of intrigue? Besides, if it weren't for Jiu Tun, neither of us might be able to reach this false agreement. Come on Come on, Grand Duke, how about you invite me first this time?" Mamen didn't take Grand Duke Vladimir's words to heart at all, and just kept urging him to play cards.

Even Beelzebub, who was leaning on the back of the chair and looked like he might die at any time, said intermittently: "In hell...betrayal...is very common..."

The muscles in his hands kept twisting, and Grand Duke Vladimir finally refused to pick up the mahjong tiles, making Mamen scratch his head in great distress: "What are you doing, can't we just play cards happily?"

Said, thinking of something, Mammon suddenly clapped her hands: "Ah! I understand, Grand Duke, you are curious why Beelzebub, the crime of gluttony, is in such a bad state, right? Then there is something to say."

I am not at all curious.

Thinking of this in his heart, Grand Duke Vladimir was also happy that Mammon wasted precious time by himself, just silently listening to him gesticulate.

On the other hand, Shuten-douji gracefully lifted up his cuffs, covering his face with a smile.

"Let me tell you, your Yunshang's classics, myths and legends, film and television works... Oh, no, don't worry about it. In short, basically give Beelzebub an image of a potbellied, full-bodied stomach, This is completely inconsistent with the real appearance of people!"

While talking, Mammon stood up indignantly, walked to the side of the pale and thin Beelzebub, and signaled Grand Duke Vladimir to look at him with both hands: "Look at how thin and pitiful Beelzebub is, It is really unreasonable for such a poor person to be slandered and ridiculed by you Yunshang!"

Grand Duke Vladimir was still silent, and Beelzebub was too lazy to talk to Mamon. Only Shuten-doji applauded: "That's right, Lord Mamon said it very well. A person who is always greedy and can't be satisfied How can existence be fat and bloated? Excess fat can only represent excess nutrient absorption, but since the accumulation of fat means excess nutrient absorption, how can it be a sin of gluttony? Phew."

(End of this chapter)