"Biu..."
Sun Fei put his finger to his lips and whistled loudly; the sound carried far, far away on the morning breeze.
Then--
Woof woof woof woof woof!
As if in response to the whistle, a series of clear barks from below the mountain path reached everyone's ears, a sound both familiar and strange.
Just as everyone was wondering, the Big Black that had appeared once before, so big that even its own mother probably wouldn't recognize it, slowly appeared on the top of East Mountain, step by step, on the stone steps. Of course, the appearance of a dog was nothing to everyone. What really made everyone almost bite their tongues off was the cheerful girl riding on the back of the Big Black, smiling like a little white flower.
That's... Angela, the King's fiancée.
Seeing this angelic, pure, and beautiful girl displaying her innocent smile in the golden morning sun, seeing the unparalleled beauty of the sunlight casting upon her, everyone on the summit of East Mountain, except for Sun Fei who was laughing like a madman, stared blankly, as if they had been slapped a thousand and eight hundred times with a shoe sole smeared with dog feces, their Venus and their mouths dry...
They are no longer able to use normal thinking to examine everything they see.
How is that possible?
That's absolutely impossible!
Despite the chaotic and brutal fighting that followed, many witnessed Angela, after being taken hostage by Paris, biting off her own tongue to avoid causing trouble for her beloved. This scene moved many, even the cold-blooded Witch Paris showing a rare moment of tenderness, gently returning Angela's 'body' to the King. Later, the King, enraged for his beloved, slaughtered countless powerful warriors in a single act...
But now, how the hell do you explain this scene before your eyes?
How to explain this?
Why is this supposedly dead girl suddenly appearing, lively and energetic, riding a dog?
The shock felt by the alluring Paris was perhaps the strongest among those present. She had thought that years of the Storm Riders and backstabbing while serving Dominguez had dulled her heart, leaving her utterly unmoved. But seeing Angela now, the shock was indescribable. How could this be? She clearly remembered feeling the girl's heart slowly stop beating—a physiological sign that couldn't be faked in an instant... But now, why was this girl standing before her unharmed?
Under the almost stunned gazes of the crowd, the Big Black acted even more flamboyantly than Sun Fei, wagging its tail and pacing like a cat, moving in a strange, winding path. Soon it reached Sun Fei, then revealed a human-like fawning smile, bent its limbs, and knelt on the ground.
The breathtakingly beautiful Angela, carrying two large water sacs, eagerly jumped off the black dog's back.
" Alexander, what you need... How are Jima and Uncle Lampard?" Being stared at naked by so many men covered in blood and gaping wounds, surrounded by the Bloody and littered with severed limbs and ruptured intestines, Angela, who rarely saw such a scene, felt very uncomfortable. Suppressing her nausea, she handed the two large water pouches to Sun Fei Sun Fei, then obediently clutched his clothes and shyly hid behind Sun Fei.
However, this pure and innocent girl, as clear as a mountain spring, quickly realized something. She carefully pulled a sky-blue robe from behind her, her pretty face flushed like an autumn Apple: " Alexander... well, after coming down the mountain with Little Black, I took some time to find you a robe. Your clothes are torn..."
"Ah, Angela, you're so good to me..." Sun Fei deliberately disgusted her, giving Paris a provocative glance before gently kneading Angela's smooth, white hand.
Thump thump!
Those on the summit of East Mountain felt an urge to vomit blood and faint. What kind of time was this? The two of them were actually flirting under such circumstances... Couldn't they be a little more serious? This was practically murder!
Under the golden morning sun, Sun Fei's original blue robe had indeed been reduced to rags in the previous battle, with strands of fabric hanging loosely on his body, revealing his chest. After thinking for a moment, Sun Fei simply tore the robe into pieces and threw them into the air, revealing his well-developed muscles below.
His perfectly muscular and muscular physique was instantly bathed in a magnificent golden light by the rising sun atop the mountain. His tall and slender figure, with its near-perfect proportions, was accentuated by the bloodstains on his face and hair, and the longsword in his hand. This scene instantly filled Sun Fei with visual shock, making him appear like a war God of War who had returned from a hundred battles. Those who had previously looked down on the King of Chambord City suddenly felt an unapproachable sense of awe.
Paris and the Princess both narrowed their eyes almost simultaneously, seemingly lost in thought. As for Angela, a young girl whose heart had long been captured by Sun Fei Sun Fei, her eyes were now filled with undisguised, intense love as she looked at him. On this gentle, warm path of love, the naive girl had already fallen deeply in love.
Sun Fei stuffed the new robe back into Angela's hands. "Keep this, you can wear it later..." As he spoke, he patted the Big Black in front of him, which was wagging its tail like a windmill to please him. The beast seemed to have become a spirit, and immediately understood Sun Fei's meaning. It jumped up and Leap around the top of the East Mountain with cat-like steps, obviously trying to Avoid the invisible magical traps. Soon, it carried the corpses of Lampard, Drogba, and the blonde little Loli Jima in its mouth and placed them in front of Sun Fei.
Everyone was dumbfounded, having no idea what the King was up to.
Perhaps some people have already guessed what happened, but they dare not believe it.
Only the Cold-Blooded Witch Paris and the princess kept their eyes fixed on the Big Black Big Black, memorizing every path it took during its Leap.
Throughout this process, both sides maintained a rare composure.
Everyone held their breath, on edge, carefully observing the King's next move, for it concerned their very lives... By this point, even the most foolish person would understand that the situation had seemingly shifted from the hands of the two terrifying women, the princess and Paris, to the previously insignificant King.
"Now is the moment to witness a miracle... Wahahaha!"
Sun Fei chuckled, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and plagiarized a famous magician's signature opening line from his past life. He almost burst out laughing at the end—he couldn't help it; he couldn't help but look like a fool with his smugness. His preparation had played a decisive role in this contest, and everything was now under his control. So why should he pretend to be low-key and act like a grandson?
His King glanced defiantly at the crowd around him, especially at the stunningly beautiful face of the alluring woman Paris, before turning the water pouch open with an air of superiority, and the icy mountain spring water gushed onto the face of the corpse lying on the ground.
Some people had already guessed what was going to happen and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Paris's brows were so furrowed they looked like they could be squeezed out of water; she felt a helpless sense of helplessness, as if she couldn't help but laugh or cry.
really--
Cough cough cough!
Frank Lampard, his face covered in blood, coughed a few times, wiped the cold spring water off his face, and was the first to get up from the ground. There was no trace of resurrection or hesitation in his eyes. He grabbed the black Giant Divine Weapon on his back, jumped up, circulated his Dou Qi to dry the icy water off his body, and stood behind Sun Fei, his eyes sweeping across the field.
Lampard's calm demeanor confirmed the maddening suspicion in everyone's minds.
All of this was premeditated.
Whoosh!
The mountain spring water continued to pour down.
This chilling feeling seemed to be poured onto everyone's hearts.
Because very quickly, all the corpses lying on the ground, clearly dead, opened their eyes. One of them, a burly man in black, rubbing his buttocks, said sheepishly, "Damn it, this rock is so hard, it almost broke my bones. Lying here is exhausting..."
Watching the King's guards wipe the horrifying bloodstains from their faces and bodies, their smug faces and gleaming armor revealing not a single wound, was utterly outrageous. These men, utterly devoid of any sense of warrior honor, were completely unharmed; their garments weren't even ripped. The so-called horrifying bloodstains were simply smeared with blood from corpses...
Behind Paris, seeing the guards of Chambord City all emerge unscathed and standing behind the King, some of the less resilient among them had already gone mad from the unbearable reality, their eyes glazed, drooling, repeatedly muttering, "This is impossible... this is impossible... how could this be... how could this be..."
The eldest princess sighed and lowered her head.
[ Zenit God of War ] Arshavin, who was healing himself, and the purple-clad girl Ziyan, whose Dou Qi auras fluctuated violently, were both deeply shocked. They almost suffered a qi deviation due to distraction...
The alluring Paris seemed glued to Sun Fei's face, her captivating eyes wide open to their limit, as if gazing at a long-lost lover. Her expression of disbelief and wonder could melt even the hardest, millennia-old black steel in the world.
Even the swordsman who had remained silent had his fingers, gripping the Sharp Sword, turn slightly white.
This was absolutely the most ironic moment of their lives.
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