One Thousand Three Hundred and Forty-Six Colors Match Very Well

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"Hmm! It's really good... I knew that the new Dongtian Paradise is definitely a good place! Is there any more?" An old man was sitting in front of a spacious and bright dining table, tearing a chicken leg vigorously, his face was full of happiness shine.

Palak Stram helplessly pushed the plate of fried tender beef with black pepper in front of him, and didn't even bother to say a word.

"I said, did you guys really fight with the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect? Haven't you lost the wind yet? You're not lying to me, an old man, are you?" The old man was dressed in black, his hair and beard were all white, but his tone of voice was still that of a child. Almost less.

Pale-faced Palak Stram sniffed his nose. In recent days, he felt that he had been bitten to death, and his whole body was not good.

His resistance was dangerously low. As the former emperor of the Palak Empire, his body was still very strong, but ever since he was "sucked" by the sword, he lost his appetite and vomited and diarrhea , Lost half his life in a few days.

It was a very terrifying and strange feeling. The moment he grabbed the long sword, he could feel his body being instantly hollowed out.

Then...then the old man in front of him suddenly appeared in front of him, as if he was teleported from another world.

"Don't keep talking... I know you are very uncomfortable, but there is no way, this is the best result. The old man has devoted his whole life to improving 'Cambridge', which can save half of your life, It’s not bad.” The old man seemed very proud when he mentioned this matter.

Palak Stram, who was sitting across from him, sighed, pulled himself together for a long time, and then said: "Don't worry...what I said is true, you will, you will know soon!"

"This time, I came from afar, just to find like-minded allies to deal with the Heavenly Sword Sect together!" The old man picked up a big mouthful of vegetables with wooden chopsticks, and ate them voraciously, mumbling as he chewed. He sighed: "It doesn't matter whether you fight well or not, this cooking skill is definitely not bad."

"This is the best restaurant on planet 0194!" Palak Stram felt his liver trembling. He is a fastidious person, and he would enjoy it before he came here as a civil affairs officer. noble!

He felt that he needed to emphasize it to maintain his dignity, but he still didn't say anything in the end, because he saw the old man performing the unique skill of three mouthfuls and one pig in front of him.

So he changed the subject helplessly, trying to calm down his mood as much as possible: "Don't worry, if our catering level is ten, then our empire's war level is ten thousand..."

"Oh? That's really great! In this way, we can save countless paradises from the clutches of the Heavenly Sword God Sect! The common people in the world will thank you for your achievements!" The old man licked his fingers and scratched He picked up a handful of peanuts and threw them into his mouth one after another.

Judging by his virtue, there is no way to connect him with saving the common people in the world.

"But to be honest, I was really taken aback. You guys can speak our language. It's really... amazing." The old man continued while chewing peanuts.

This time his words were much clearer than before, because there was less food in his mouth to chew.

"If you hadn't been able to speak the language of God, you would have been beaten to death long ago..." Palak Stram thought helplessly. He didn't even bother to complain anymore, he wiped his cheek with his hand, and was already thinking about the next topic.

"What do you think is the name of the one you represent..." He thought about it, and found that he had forgotten the name of the very second-rate force on the other side. So he asked, frowning.

"Jiuyou Sect... this old man is the Great Elder of Jiuyou Sect,

But a real ninth-level master! "The old man pointed to himself proudly, with the appearance that I am a big shot: "You know, the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect can't do anything to me!" "

"..." Palak Stram really wanted to get up and leave. He even just glanced at the news about the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect to get a general idea. Where would he know whether the Great Elder is powerful or not?

However, the old man in front of him has already reported to the center of the empire that he came to planet 0194 for no reason. Anyway, he is now a receptionist, and the rest has nothing to do with him.

So he didn't bother to worry about whether the old man in front of him was a lunatic or a real unrestrained master.

As a former His Majesty the Emperor, it's not like he hasn't seen masters... Those masters who come and go like the wind, don't they just go to the street to buy vegetables honestly, and look at the traffic lights when crossing the road?

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"Okay! Nine Serenity Sect... how many people are there?" After thinking about it, Palak Stram still thought of a topic that he was very interested in, and asked.

Hearing this question, the old man who was crushing the giant shrimp's claws blushed, put down the palm-sized shrimp claw in embarrassment, and replied hesitantly: "That...that...we were killed by Heavenly Sword. Shenzong chased him down, and there are still about 3,700 fellow disciples..."

Palak Stram didn't know the concept of more than 3,700 people, anyway, he didn't know the scale of the Heavenly Sword Sect...

Just when he was about to continue asking how many people there are in the Heavenly Sword Sect, a man wearing sunglasses walked over and said, "The spaceship has arrived, we can go!"

After hearing this sentence, the old man looked at the leftovers on the table with regret, then licked his fingers, stood up and said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I had such a big meal. let's go..."

In the lobby of the restaurant, densely packed magicians and combat puppet robot soldiers made way for a path, making the sound of clattering footsteps.

The old man in a flowing black gauze robe looked at the magician and the god puppet in the black robe, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yes, we are in the same group! Because of the color of your clothes, you are not the same as ours." It fits very well!"