Chapter 242 It's a pity that the strength is not good
George slowly broke away from Howard's hand, shrugged, and replied with a smile: "Yes, I've known it a long time ago. I took people to save His Majesty from the trap. What's wrong?"
Howard grabbed his collar again, grabbed it in front of him, and continued to question face to face: "What's wrong? Since you know, why don't you tell me first and use me as a monkey?"
George was not angry either, and let him grab the collar and stop breaking free.
He touched his beard and smiled.
Howard looked at the breath running from afar and let go of his hand.
But his fists were still being squeezed by himself.
At this moment, the two of them quickly knelt down in one direction.
There was a figure at some point in the direction of kneeling down.
This figure is nothing but the head of Sima Yan.
His body was extremely miserable at this moment, and his arms had already been cut off.
A small part of the heart was also exposed because of the wound, and the purple-red blood vessels were still faintly visible.
But Sima Yan was so miserable that everyone present was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe.
The head of Sima Yan had just avoided the sunlight and looked at the dark apostle present with cold eyes, and was powerful without anger.
He snorted coldly, and everyone present was so scared that they knelt down and saluted: "See Your Majesty Sima Yan, I hope Your Majesty will be with the ancestor of darkness."
Howard spoke first: "Father, Dragon Group and the others..."
"Um?"
Just a simple cold snorting, Howard crawled on the ground and did not dare to move anymore.
He was waiting for the final judgment of Sima Yan in horror.
Unexpectedly, Sima Yan did not take the lead in paying attention to Howard, but began to pace among the crowd, without saying a word, and not letting everyone get up.
After a look, he slowly walked to a kneeling dark elder.
The elder felt the king stop in front of him and couldn't help but be ecstatic. He looked up excitedly.
But he was frightened to find that Sima Yan's head had turned wild, and his blood-colored energy condensed into two arms, and two sharp fangs appeared on the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold as if he was looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person.
The dark elder was shocked.
But before he could react to what was going on, Sima Yan had already stretched out two energy arms at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve and grabbed him.
He grabbed and said, "Who allowed you to raise your head!"
"Master, I...ah!"
Before the arrested elder could speak up, Sima Yan twisted his neck and used his strength to absorb his essence.
The Dark Elder could not escape the shackles even though he had a needle, and finally turned into a dry body.
This scene was like a demon, and Howard and George both had scalps numb.
Howard had never seen Sima Yan's energy conversion efficiency so quickly.
If he suffered such a serious injury, he would be required to prepare enough energy and sleep for at least three years.
And his father actually dared to directly absorb the essence of the Dark Elder.
This...the gap is too big.
The other elders didn't dare to look up at all, for fear that they would be the next one to suffer.
George is no longer surprised.
Since he saw the king's ability in the underground palace, he has taken it for granted.
A quarter of an hour later, the dark elder who was caught by Sima Yan completely stopped struggling and his limbs hung down weakly.
Sima Yan suddenly said "Ho..." into the sky.
I immediately looked at the people who were still kneeling on the ground and licked their lips.
In the end, he reluctantly threw away the mummy and stopped slaughtering the dark apostles.
Just kill one to heal the wound.
If there are too many killings, the dark apostles will not be worth the loss.
Now his bottom line as king has not completely collapsed.
I still feel that the effective rule of the Sima Yan clan needs to be maintained.
Sima Yan's appearance has returned from his original old appearance to his forties.
He looked at his arms that had recovered halfway and looked around under the moon.
The skin of the newly grown arms is delicate and delicate, with a slightly healthy pink color, but the hasty flesh and blood may be a little fragile, and the new flesh and blood can be seen faintly.
Sima Yan no longer looked at his arms, turned to look at the people who were kneeling, and his madness gradually subsided.
He said in a plain tone: "Get up."
A group of people quickly got up.
Howard, a son who looks like he is fifty or sixty, faces with his father Sima Yan, who looks like he is forty, and his eyes are confronted.
Howard took the lead and lowered his head and said timidly: "Father, I led everyone to you a hundred years ago. Unfortunately, I was not strong enough and returned home in vain. My unfilial son has made you suffer."
He is now extremely worried that George will report all the secret talks that day to his father.
If his father really knew everything, then there would be only a dead end today.
Sima Yan concealed his inner disgust and pretended to have a kind face.
Then he slowly put his arm on Howard's shoulder, stretched his head and said softly, "I know, I know all your efforts before, my child, but now I'm out, those are not important.
Now, the most important thing is to need that thing, do you understand?"
Howard forced himself to suppress his fear and replied unwaveringly: "I understand my father, I will contact the person I killed immediately and get that thing as soon as possible."
I know, his father Sima Yan definitely knew the secret talk that day.
Now he can only save his life by cooperating with Yinsha.
Otherwise, Sima Yan would have torn him alive on the spot.
Of course he knew what that thing was.
The heart of the ancestor is as long as the contemporary leader of the Dark Clan eats it.
The entire race will overcome the weakness of fearing the sun and become truly perfect people.
At that time, based on the advantages of the immortal species, it is not impossible for them to dominate the entire world by the dark clan.
"Where is the hidden weapon?" Sima Yan stretched out his hand to ask for the important words.
"In... in..." Howard gritted his teeth to save his life, "on your great-granddaughter Alice."
After saying that, he seemed to have drained his soul and lost all his anger.
He really didn't want to call his baby granddaughter over to take this muddy water again.
Hearing this, Sima Yan, who was originally hypocritical, couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, my great-granddaughter? Not bad, so many years have passed, and it turns out that I have been passed on to the fourth generation. It's really good, where is she? Let me
I will meet my little lady from the dark clan.”
Howard explained timidly: "Father, Alice was unwell a while ago, so I asked her to go back to the villa to recuperate first. I immediately asked her to come to see you overnight."
"Okay, but you have to remember that you let her come with the hidden weapon, do you understand?"
Sima Yan reiterated it.
"Yes, father, I'll call Alice right away and let her arrive before dawn."
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