Chapter 1081 Lunch

Dragon Bone Mountain, Wolf Residence, White Tomb, Grand Palace, Elephant Land, Weak Water Source...

Dongxia No. 1 was searching in hell in confusion.

Inquiring along the way, corpses along the way, the middle-aged man who was already a little older held photos in his hands and took the trouble to seriously ask questions to every creature, iron stone, ruins, and even beasts and insects he encountered:

"Have you met my friend?"

The answer is no.

Not here, not there, no trace of the lost girl anywhere.

In the end, the desperate Fu Canguang stepped onto the planned gathering point alone, covered in dust, his face covered with dust... and blood.

The remaining viciousness and hostility of almost countless hellish creatures before they died wrapped around his body, almost covering the auspicious beast's light of blessing.

It looks like a humanoid demon.

The fifth-level Roman Hermes, squatting in front of the camp, saw the blood energy that almost turned into a huge scarlet pillar from a long distance away, and he almost sounded the alarm in fright.

"What's going on?" Hermes widened his eyes and walked around Qilin several times, "There's something wrong with you!"

"Sorry, there were a lot of kills on the road."

Fu Canguang asked for a bottle of water, wiped his face, and asked, "Where is everyone, are you all here?"

"Ah, we are almost waiting for the last few of you." After Hermes verified his identity, he marveled: "You look so embarrassed. How did you end up like this?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, I may have messed up." Fu Canguang turned around and glanced at the traction rope around his waist. He hesitated to speak. In the end, he sighed helplessly: "I lost my teammate." , not found."

"Um?"

Hermes was stunned for a moment, "You mean, the White Emperor?"

Fu Canguang was silent, his eyes twitching.

There is an ominous feeling.

"..."

In the silence, Hermes subconsciously glanced behind him and said in confusion: "She arrived sixteen days ago, earlier than me!"

As he spoke, he asked suspiciously: "I said, are you lost?"

"..."

Fu Canguang's expression froze, almost solidifying into a stone statue.

On his shoulder, the dying white dove seemed to smell something, suddenly flapped its wings, cooed with joy, and flew towards its master.

Just behind that empty door.

In that camp that was like a bubble.

Behind a pile of glove boxes, there was a lock of hair that was curled up from sleep. Carefully, he poked his head out... to peep.

"Uncle Fu, you are here."

The girl mustered up her courage and forced an innocent smile.

What she responded to was a roar like thunder.

Fu Canguang was furious and took out an eight-section whip from behind, and the thunder crackled, "Chu Qingyu!!! Come here!!!"

"I don't!"

Chu Qingyu suddenly shrank his head, hid behind the box, and shouted: "Xuanniao said I won't let you beat people! I want to file a report! You abuse child labor!"

"You're already over fourteen! You're nothing but a child laborer!"

Fu Canguang pulled the girl up by her ears and yelled angrily: "How many times have I told you not to run around! Don't run around! They are all tied up with ropes, why can't they be controlled?"

"I didn't mean it. Who could have accidentally stepped on a breaking point? I ran here for a long time and almost got lost alone! You don't even care about me, wuwuwuwu... "

As he spoke, the little girl burst into tears under the glare.

If you are someone from the Social Security Bureau, you have already experienced Bai Dizi's perfect acting skills, and naturally you will not fall for this trick. But now, many people in other tents in the camp have poked their heads out in shock.

The lady wearing a feather crown became serious: "Mr. Fu, in America, you would be dragged into a conversation."

"The child is still young, please speak slowly if you have anything to say."

"That's a little too rough."

"That's right."

It was obvious that he had arrived more than ten days early, and everyone's favorability had been fully attracted by Bai Dizi. At this moment, Fu Canguang felt the high blood pressure that he had not seen for a long time in the eyes of many people who were shocked and accusing.

When he heard someone talking to him, Chu Qingyu's pretentious crying gradually stopped, but a pair of tearful eyes looked at Fu Canguang, making the corners of his eyes twitch.

"Huh? Is Mr. Fu already here?"

In the innermost tent, a young-looking lady came out, smiled and waved: "Just right, I just made lunch. If you don't mind, can we come together?"

"...It's time to work."

Fu Canguang nodded and responded solemnly. He turned around and glared at the girl next to him. After hitting his head hard twice, he no longer cared about her letting him go.

eat first.

.

In hell, trying to be fancy for lunch is a hassle.

But when everyone is sitting around a long table, no matter how picky you are, you won’t care about whether the lunch is rich or not.

Even if you go through the whole scene several times, it would be difficult to assemble such an exaggerated lineup - the first Qilin Fu Canguang in Eastern Xia, the second Phoenix Bai Dizi; the "Big Mother" Awenhayi in America ', Shadow of the Quetzalcoatl Troseur, Ancient Echo Tippiuret; the two Holy Spirits of the Russian Alliance: Cherubim, the Archangel Tronus, they even held Gabriel in their arms. Staff; Hermes of the Mercury Agency in Rome's King's Hall, and Mars, the Pope of War, also carry the wolf-blood sword; Kartikia, the leader of the destruction branch of the Tianzhu pedigree, and Samantha, the grand master, At the same time, it is also an auspicious day for the branch of creation...even Surtur, the fifth-level Nordic lineage of the Astronomical Society, and Nukus, the Lord of Ashes, the fifth-level Assyrian lineage.

Even the extremely autistic Egyptian genealogy sent a second prince, Set, the god of wasteland of this generation.

In the entire current situation, many long-famous fifth-order people are gathered here.

The young lady sitting at the top who made this lunch herself was Lucia, one of the twin natural enemies Janus from Rome!

And since she appears here, her brother, Lucius, the dark side of the double-faced god, is definitely not far away.

It's just that the natural enemy of darkness is well aware of his own inherent attributes and impact on others, and is unwilling to show up easily and disturb the atmosphere of lunch.

For Fu Canguang, basically, if you look around, you will see everyone you know, and some of them have even fought against each other, more than once.

However, under the auspices of Natural Enemy, everyone did not settle the old scores, nor did they ignore the seriousness and fall out on such occasions.

However, some latecomers don’t think so...

"I said what's going on, I smelled the stench of this feathered serpent from so far away, and I almost vomited it out. Troshur, can trash like you represent the American lineage now?"

In the darkness outside the door, a group of distant figures slowly approached, accompanied by the crisp sound of shackles rubbing together.

At the front, Lucien, who was holding a lantern, took off his hat and said hello to everyone present: "There were many twists and turns on the road. I was a little late. I hope it's not too late."

"You're here just in time, Mr. Lucien. Lunch has just been prepared. Would you like a bowl?" Lucia invited with a smile.

"The lunch at the Hands of the Golden Palace is really tempting. Unfortunately, I ate it on the way. I won't disturb your enjoyment of the meal."

Lucien declined with a smile, and after handing the key to the shackles to Lucia, he nodded goodbye and went out to rest with Tony, who was trying his best to eliminate his sense of presence.

"Long time no see, Mr. Luo." Lukiya took the lead and looked at the burly old man walking in front: "It looks like he is still very elegant... Do you want some?"

"No, I don't plan to gain muscle soon. It's not time to eat yet."

The old man pulled out a chair and sat next to him: "You just eat what you have, don't worry about me."

"What about Mr. Douglas?" Lucia asked.

"Me? I won't be polite to food that doesn't taste good."

The prisoner raised his hood unceremoniously, grinned, and showed a mocking smile to the people present: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, but we all have new faces. Not to mention that loser Troshur, Awen Has Hai been replaced as well?"

"Your Majesty General, there are no soldiers of yours here."

Awenhayi raised his eyes and looked over: "I really hope you can learn some courtesy after staying in Yingzhou for so long."

Beside her, the indifferent Troseur lowered his head and cut the steak on the plate, chewing silently without saying a word, but the sound of the teeth colliding was like bone friction, with a cold chill.

As the Shadow of the Quetzalcoatl, the incarnation of the god of disaster and the undead, he naturally would not talk nonsense with a guy who had long been expelled from the American pedigree because of a mere verbal dispute.

Under the gaze of Lukia's gentle eyes, Douglas did not mock any more, and chewed happily without caring about the shackles on his wrists.

However, when his eyes swept across the table and saw Fu Canguang, he felt cold for a moment.

Then, when he saw Bai Dizi, he finally showed a kind smile.

"Long time no see, little girl."

He wiped the sauce from his beard, "How are you doing lately?"

"ah?"

The distracted Bai Dizi raised his head and looked at the end of the long table, as if he finally saw Douglas sitting there. He was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a surprised smile that even Douglas was stunned.

It's like we haven't seen each other for a long time.

There was no hiding the joy and cheerfulness.

She almost jumped out of her chair and waved in surprise.

"Dad~"

The moment the crisp sound spread, Douglas's expression froze on his face, as if he was petrified. But the fingers of those iron fists began to tremble involuntarily.

His face turned red.

Just like when I was praised and called by the Supreme King, the long-lost joy and happiness filled my chest.

Heart! dirty! stop! Jump!

Then, I realized that Fu Canguang and Luo Siwei looked at each other like garbage, and the direction of the girl's gaze didn't seem right?

Why are you looking behind you?

It was only then that a hand pressed on his shoulder without any warning and patted him twice.

"Hey! Hey! My friend, don't be stupid. Please give way. Thank you Ang..."

The traveler wearing a tattered cloak squeezed into the tent, leaving behind the cumbersome backpack. After squeezing past the general's chair, he lifted his hood, revealing his unshaven face.

"Oh, my little cutie has grown taller again!"

He lifted up the girl who was jumping excitedly in front of him, "Did you listen to your mother at home? You didn't ask Lao Fu to find anyone else when you went out this time, right?"

By the way, how many did you get in the last math test? Why did you hang up the phone before you could explain clearly? "

"Well……"

Chu Qingyu's smile froze slightly, and he looked away in embarrassment in front of this fatal trio.

"No, you have to study hard." The traveler's expression gradually became solemn: "Dad, my math skills were..."

"Brother said you didn't do as well as me in math."

Chu Qingyu interrupted: "He said that you studied science for two years and then switched to liberal arts to study archeology because you were afraid of failing!"

"Why can't archeology be considered a science? We archaeological researchers are comprehensive talents. How can we distinguish between arts and science?"

The angry father widened his eyes: "Xiaohong, this bastard is getting more and more outrageous. I will educate him well later. Also, don't even think about running away..."

As he said that, he rubbed his beard against it affectionately, "Hey, did you miss me? Did you? Did you?"

Then, there was a giggle.

So crisp.

Not far away, at the end of the long table, I saw the father and daughter looking so intimate. The general silently bit into the deformed fork in his hand, chewing the iron piece loudly.

It's like biting a handkerchief.

His eyes were red and his fists were hard!

But what can be done if the fist is hard?

Beaten again and again. Besides, is this something that can be defeated?

After more than eighty years, after the failure of the last election for the master of the genealogy, Douglas once again deeply realized the same truth.

Sometimes, some things are lost at the starting line before they even start...