"This...Damn it, do you call this language???"
Wu Xie was shocked and pointed at the figure and said in shock.
"......I am the king of Luoyun Kingdom in the South China Sea, a nobleman. Why don't I kneel down to meet this king?"
The figure opened its dry eyelids, revealing two black and hollow eye sockets.
More than two thousand years have passed. Although the existence of this guy is not right, the fragile thing like the eyeball has long been corrupted by the ruthless time.
Also, it is worth mentioning that the human words have a strong smell of coastal dialects. After all, how many years has Mandarin been born?
The academic conference on the issue of modern Chinese norms held in 1955 clarified that the standard of modern Chinese Mandarin is "taking Sijiucheng pronunciation as the standard pronunciation, Northern dialect as the basic dialect, and exemplary modern vernacular writings as the grammatical norm."
In other words, the ancient king had no idea what Mandarin was.
Outside, a thick dark cloud filled with unknown details obscured the sky, and everything in the world seemed to be covered by this darkness that was hundreds of times deeper than the night.
What's bizarre is that lightning flashes in the dark clouds in the sky, but there is no thunder coming out, as if...
Thunder was intercepted by some magical power halfway through.
At the same time, the "mother stone" that Hu Ming had always carried with him, which came from the sculpture "His Majesty of the First Emperor" suddenly began to get hot.
"Everything of ours comes from the gift of the mother stone, and all our magical powers are given by the mother stone... Now, the mother stone has gradually withered and withered, but it still has some magical powers."
"You will use Mother Stone for a day, Hu Ming, believe me."
This is the last sentence left by Emperor First Emperor bathing in the bronze light before leaving that day, and his figure disappeared like a painting that was erased.
"What's wrong with being a riddle? Is it better to be a riddle man? Is it better to say anything directly? The riddle man is the most annoying!"
"If you can say it, just shut up if you can't say it, so it's so encouraging? Is this good? This is not good!"
Hu Ming took out his mother stone and murmured in a quiet look.
"I hate the process of solving puzzles. I am just a vulgar person. I only like the comfort of the moment when I know the answer."
Hu Ming added.
"Although I don't know what you are thinking, I have to remind you that Qier has some ideas for you... not, to be precise, he has certain ideas about the stone in your hand."
The blind man poked Hu Ming's back and reminded him gloatingly.
Hu Ming's voice just now was too low, and he didn't hear it clearly even if he was closest to Hu Ming, but it didn't matter. The blind man was not a person with strong curiosity.
All he knew was that the different Zongzi in front of him was very interested in what Hu Ming had.
"What Qi Er, be polite, this is the king of Luoyun Kingdom in the South China Sea, okay? In other people's eyes, we are just untouchables, right?"
Hu Ming rolled his eyes and put away the still hot mother stone, and glanced at the figure who was turning over from the clumsy coffin.
"In the eyes of the Zhang family, for thousands of years, except for those strong and boundless emperors in China, which of the other weak emperors are not puppets?"
All the memories are revived, all the burden is put down, and before I know it, the young man's slutty words seem to have become more and more.
But I have to say that the Zhang family is really full of things in this regard.
The grass-headed king in a small border area dares to show off in front of Zhang Qiling and play with the emperor's airs?
The young man's black knife was already thirsty.
If the young man had a richer mood, he would probably say to this pretentious king: Is it a shame to give you a face?
"Brother 666! The Zhang family is awesome!"
The blind man opened his mouth and supported him perfunctorily.
Then...
"But the Zhang family is gone, and the ancestral temple has been overturned more than once."
The fat man with a slutty mouth took on the half sentence that the blind man didn't say.
"...No, you are more awesome, fat man!"
The young man turned his eyes to the fat man, and the blind man exclaimed sincerely.
"Divine Stone!"
"Unclear, where did you get the divine stone? This is a divine object belonging to God. How could you, a mere untouchable person, dare to touch it?"
The King of South China Sea was talking in dialects. Hu Ming had studied dialects on the southern coastal areas for a moment and could roughly understand them. That's what he said.
I was completely blind. God knows how this guy got the image information from the outside world.
The others also understood a little bit. Except for the blind man, they all knew the origin of Hu Ming's stone.
"...Natural, I always feel that your third uncle has let us step into a bottomless pit again...Made, Wu Sansheng is indeed not a good thing."
The fat man sighed quietly.
How can it be simple to be related to the ancient existence that has lived millions of units?
"I always feel that Uncle San's real identity is actually the NPC that publishes the main tasks in online games, and we are just playing..."
Wu Xie scratched his head and said uncertainly.
"God? Thor?"
Hu Ming didn’t know that this was the god in that corner?
"But even so,... it's just a manipulated puppet, and you still call us a pariah? Is it a shame?"
Hu Ming drew his sword and his face was cold.
He never expects to ask any information from this person. First, after all, he used to being king and was used to being arrogant.
Secondly... this series of changes has made Hu Ming keenly notice something, and these are enough.
so...
After calming for a while, the muffled thunder suddenly exploded, and at the same time, Hu Ming moved.
Just like the lightning that broke through the sky before the thunder came, Hu Ming almost pulled out the afterimage under the dim light shadow, and gently wiped the sword with a bronze light in his hand.
Bang...
Hu Ming held a dry head in his hand, weighing up and down like playing with a ball.
"That's it? But that's it, is this the noble King of South China Sea?"
He threw it aside, and the headless mummy swayed for a few times, and fell to the ground unwillingly.
In the tremor of Lei Sheng collected from the clock mouth, the headless mummy seemed to be struggling and twitching, and finally, he fell to the ground unwillingly.
What's strange is that it seemed that because of the demise of the South China Sea, the thunder sound... became strangely and suddenly calmed down again.
Chapter completed!