Chapter 11 Reward 9

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Kowloon suddenly turned around, and his sharp eyes suddenly shot out, pointing straight to his shouting warrior.

"This warrior, pack up quickly and go to see Young Master Feili. It's not wise to offend Young Master Feili!" When Jiulong looked at the warrior, the magician behind him suddenly said, respectfully and bowed to Jiulong, which showed that although the old magician was a magician, his status in Allen Manor was not high.

"What a bold, what are you going to do?" The samurai suddenly felt a strong fierce breath. For a moment, there was a lot of illusion in front of the samurai. The samurai shook his head gently and was suddenly shocked. A five-level warrior in Kowloon District had such momentum, and the illusion...

"Hmm!" Jiulong snorted coldly, bowed to the old magician again, moved gently, and walked straight out.

"I don't know what's alive or dead!" When the warrior saw Jiulong's indifference, a five-level warrior actually turned his own six-level warrior completely and cursed fiercely in his heart, but time was tight, and he did not dare to delay Lelan's laborious summoning.

"You are fortune-telling!" The warrior looked at Jiulong swaying in front of his eyes and became more and more angry. A vicious light flashed from his eyes, as if he was brewing some plan.

Through the layers of white jade steps, Kowloon finally arrived at the most luxurious welcome hall in Allen Manor. The welcome hall is carved like a palace, and its golden brilliance is not enough to describe its luxurious and magnificent majesty.

Master Feili sat on a wide golden chair as high as the emperor of heaven. The chair was more than two meters wide and carved around countless coiled golden snakes.

The mythical beast of the Leren tribe is a snake. It is said that when Chief Lelen fought against the world, there was a snake. At the battle between the two sides, the snake's combat strength was no less than that of a 10,000 troops.

The Leren tribe has a large area and a vast area. The merits of the snake are indelible for becoming one of the most powerful tribes on the mainland.

Therefore, the belief mythical beast of the Leren tribe is the snake. At this time, the young master Feili sat on the big chair, holding the handle of the chair and gently rubbing it. His eyes were bright and looked down at everything in the hall.

There are tables and chairs on the left and right of His Royal Highness, and all the counts who participated in the competition were among them, including Master Garrill of Siah Manor, Earl of Somalia of Roy Manor, Count Enge of Tomasson Manor, and Young Master Rogers of Talmud Manor.

A plate of rich food on the table is fragrant, and the red blood Mary swayed in the tall glass, filled with a luxurious atmosphere.

At this moment, a warrior quickly ran into the Yingbin Hall, lay on his laborious ears and quietly described a series of what Jiulong did today. Hearing the laborious young master's face turn red and white, he muttered in his heart, "What a thorny head, but if it weren't for the thorny head, he wouldn't be a good man!"

The goblet in Master Feili's hand suddenly slid to the ground, smashed, and the blood-red Mary splashed on the ground and sprinkled everywhere.

"What did you say?" Listening to the samurai's narrative, Master Feili was shocked and said in consternation, "My sister Mesomea spent the night in Roxus' room last night!"

"Yes!" The samurai lowered his head quickly when he saw it.

"There is no such reason, there is no reason!" Young Master Feili suddenly jumped like thunder and shouted, "Come on, bring me Lockus!"

In the laborious and angry shouting, Jiulong slowly stepped into the welcome hall with steady steps and saw the luxurious appearance of the nobles. Jiulong's eyes turned and glanced at the whole audience. Here, the bells and drums were ringing, the music was rippling, and the wine was fragrant.

Kowloon frowned slightly and looked at the young master who was high above him. He bent down slightly, and his voice was as loud as thunder, ringing in the whole welcome hall: "Count Feili!"

Master Feili looked at Jiulong salute him, but he was surprised. His eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Galile, who was gloomy not far away. Suddenly, his heart was refreshed.

Young Master Feili's face turned over, faster than turning the pages of the book. It seemed that the anger that had gathered for thousands of years completely broke out at this moment and shouted, "Locus, why did you come? Xiaoke Pollard has left!"

Jiulong stood quietly in the field, feeling calm. He could feel the anger of the young master, but it was not because he came too late.

Jiulong muttered softly in his heart, is he a treacherous, stingy and vicious villain?

"Rockus, you are so bold that you are coming here * I killed a pair of guards at Allen Manor!" The sound of labor was like thunder, resounding throughout the hall.

With one word, the stone broke the sky to amuse the autumn rain, and the hall was in an uproar, but Kowloon stood there as if nothing had happened, as if he had heard of the noisy hall.

Intuition tells himself that this is not the main reason why he is not angry. Jiulong's brain rotates rapidly. Why did the young master of the searcher treat himself like this? However, after thinking about it for a long time, he still has no effect.

"Hmm?" Just as Jiulong tried his best to think about what was wrong, he suddenly saw a familiar look in his eyes. Jiulong suddenly turned around, and the golden light flashed in his eyes and stared at a person.

The man wears a servant's clothes, and his face is plain, but a pair of big eagle hook noses are so conspicuous, and his eyes seem to be cloudy, but the shrewdness that flashes from time can reveal the depth of this person.

The man was suddenly shocked when he saw Jiulong looking at him. He quickly lowered his head and showed the man's ordinary appearance with a slight hunchback.

Count eng's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of light flashed away, then restrained all the breath on his body, changed his look, looked at Jiulong with a smile, gently picked up the goblet, raised his head and drank a big mouthful of blood of Mary.

After taking a sip of blood, Count Enger slowly stood up and laughter sounded, "The great young master, please calm down your anger. The glory of the fighting god of war cannot be slandered on such a sacred occasion!"

I tried to look at the talkative Count eng, and his eyes flashed. He quickly changed into a smile, but muttered in his heart, "You damn old dog, sooner or later I will tell you to die!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" He smiled with effort, looked at Jiulong standing on the ground, and then looked at the smiling Count Enger, but his heart was a little strange. Jiulong and Count Enger did not know each other, but looking at Jiulong's reaction, it was a little thought-wsome.

"Bring up the armor of the God of War and the sword of the God of War!" Young Master Feili looked at Jiulong with a smile and shouted loudly. Unexpectedly, he began to award Kowloon with the reward of the God of War.

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Two warriors took heavy steps, one with a set of black iron armor and the other with a black iron sword.

Jiulong stared at the armor and sword with burning eyes, and secretly thought that this was a precious black iron weapon. Jiulong's surprise flashed away, and calmly thought about it. What a glorious glory of the God of War, a set of black iron armor and a black iron sword was nothing.

"Lockus, accept your gift. Everyone here, you can choose to be loyal!" A playful smile rippled on his face. Looking at Jiulong's appearance, it was indescribably interesting.

"Hm!" Young Master Feili looked at Galil and said slowly, "The god of war, Shaw Pollard, has chosen his loyalty. He is an open and grateful person. He chooses to be loyal to the Earl Galile of the West Asia Manor."

Galil seemed to be in control, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Kowloon carefully. He could feel the ambition hidden under this handsome face, where there was a unique personality, and Galil was not sure whether he could tame Kowloon.

"Choose the person you are loyal to is a necessary condition for determining your brilliant future!" Master Fei Li was also a little surprised when he looked at the honor and disgraced Jiulong. Generally speaking, although they let Jiulong choose here, in fact, Jiulong used to be a warrior of the West Asia Manor, and his object of loyalty was naturally Galile.

"Hmm?" Gary suddenly frowned and looked at Jiulong with a blank face. His heart was silent. Didn't Jiulong want to be loyal to himself?

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Looking at Jiulong and Galil with great effort to watch the play, their hearts are happy. Although they live together in a room and drink happily, they are actually fighting between open and secretly. According to ghosts, there is a set in front of people and another set behind people.