59-H Long Live God

59- Long live Lord Mofan

Soon, this goblin mecha team composed of hundreds of sky mechas successfully entered the depths of the Rock King City Commercial Street and steadily stopped in the temporary territory, which is also the branch of the cross-era communication company Rock King City. It was not until he was reminded by Bunker that Mo Fan woke up from thinking alone and began to step out of the mecha to look at everything in front of him.

The interior of Rock King City is prosperous. Dozens of spacious roads covered with bluestone slabs are neatly arranged vertically or horizontally. Basically, both sides of each road are filled with a variety of shops. Pearly crystal shops, noisy restaurants and pubs, and endless stream of travelers on the street are all talking about With the prosperity here.

In particular, the temporary territory of the invited gobillion is located on the extremely prosperous main road. In several positions adjacent to it, there are gorgeously decorated Xiaojin Grottoes standing opposite each other. Dozens of charming women also stand in front of the door, where they are coquettish and constantly become It aroused the desire of one man after another and put them into a great ecstasy career.

In the face of the charm emanating from those women who scratch their heads, Mo Fan, who is worried, is not interested at all. As for the heavy-flavored goblin king Bunker, it is even more unlikely to have any sexual interest. The man who can really evoke the deepest evil desire in the heart of a goblin king has also stood on him at this time. In front of.

In the face of the women who scratched their heads, Bunker disdained to look at all. His inverted triangular eyes were nailed from beginning to end. Mo Fan's plump buttocks swaying left and right because of walking, and he didn't know what he was thinking in detail!

Anyway, the little goblins under Bunker's men who have just put away the sky mecha are well aware of it. Because their great gobion king once taught them: "Really great love can only last forever between the same sex, and love between the opposite sex is illusory and unreal, because it is only a need for reproduction."

Mo Fan didn't know what Bunker said and disdained to know it. He is a man with a normal sexual orientation and doesn't want to be assimilated by some shameless obscene gobator.

Of course, if Mo Fan knew that a heavy-flavored gobster king had said such a wise saying, he would definitely say: "I was born to believe in love, and I exist for breeding."

After Mo Fan stepped down from the mecha, he paced around and looked around in the endless crowd. When he found that the two gosordins wearing dark green combat suits, armed with live ammunition and less than 1.62 meters tall, he stopped and motioned Bunker to open the way for himself.

Yes, behind these two wentoms is the Rock Kingdom branch of the cross-era communication company. An attic building with thousands of square yards.

However, at this time, the communication sub-department is still particularly deserted, because no one is willing to deal with govities for the time being. Of course, this still needs to get rid of those business groups that want to use gobium communication technology to seek their own benefits. Because those controlled ordinary people still can't know for the time being, or deliberately resist the communication technology brought by the gosman family.

Under the leadership of Bunker, Mo Fan entered the company's branch very smoothly. At this time, his necromancer body, which was deliberately transferred by himself, became the focus of the crowd on the road.

There is no other reason, but because Mo Fan has an oriental face that is particularly different from the human race in the Rhinester world, black hair, and bronze yellow skin, so it looks particularly eye-catching in the eyes of passers-by.

"Well, did you see the guy who was very close to the gobster just now? Why does he look so strange? It seems that I have never seen it before. A passer-by said puzzledly and aroused the echo of many equally uninformed passers-by.

"Yes! I have never seen such a person."

"Maybe that guy is also a variant of the despicable gobland!"

"Of course, it is not ruled out that he is a bastard."

“......”

Hearing these crazy words, Mo Fan, who had just entered the temporary branch of the gobini, scolded very unpleasantly: "Nimma! Your whole family is a bastard! Sooner or later, I will kill all your animal-like race.

He was unhappy, but Mo Fan had not lost his mind because of this and had the urge to kill. After all, these ignorant poor guys who are full of crazy words are just the victims deliberately sacrificed by the Holy See of Light in order to consolidate its dictatorship. At present, my real enemy is still the miscellaneous things of the Holy See of Light.

Thinking of this, Mo Fan was also relieved. It's just that the face is still rigid, and the cold look is really penetrating. Anyway, when Bunker, who led the advanced door, turned around, he was indeed scared by his sudden look. He mistakenly thought that it was his younger brother's inadvertent offense that angered Mo Fan before, which made him have such an expression.

" boss, what's wrong with you?" Bunker carefully glanced at Mo Fan with a straight face, and then turned his head. His triangular eyes suddenly stared up, pointing to a group of little gobls behind him and laughing and shouting: "It's all your stupid guys who don't open their eyes. They don't know the dignity of challenging Lord Mo Fan. After you go back later I have cut little JJ with a knife to apologize! A bunch of useless waste!"

After being reprimanded by Bunker, who was the king of goblins, the little goblins who followed him arrogantly and entered the door suddenly withered, crying and cring like a shrinking turtle, and they didn't even dare to come out. None of the little golls present dared to be dissatisfied with what Bunker said at this time, let alone doubt the authenticity of his words.

Of course, all this is also for a reason. Three years ago, Bunker, a goblin king, returned to theington Mountains and announced to his younger brothers that he had met a god who could lead the revival of the race, which aroused the doubts and rebuttals of countless goblins.

But under the pressure of Bunker's strong, cruel and ruthless iron-blooded means, those little brothers who dared to question the king's majesty and disobeyed the king's leadership were immediately washed away by the cruel internal struggle. If it hadn't been for the removal of internal obstacles by this incident and the establishment of a cross-era communication company by Bunker, it would not have been quickly launched throughout Rhinester in a short period of time.

All the little goblets present are very clear in their hearts that if they really have to cut the little JJ by themselves compared with that bloody incident, it is relatively much lighter. By the way, the number of land beers implicated at that time reached an amazing tens of thousands!

Although a group of little gonds are not willing to cut off their little JJ in their hearts, they dare not make a sound due to Bunker's majesty! God knows that if he squeaks now, will he irritate the cruel king again! If it really doesn't work, you have to be obedient and cut JJ! At least if you cut little JJ, you can still live. Living is the most precious thing, isn't it?

"Dear Lord, the little ones have made a mistake, and there will never be a next time." Finally, Bang Shi, the captain of the thirteenth team of Jubao, stood up and said in awe-inspiring tone, "I hope this belated apology can get the understanding of Lord Mofan. I can forgive the blind and inffront behavior of the little ones.

"Dear Lord Mo Fan, the little ones have made a mistake, and there will be no next time. If you have a lot, please forgive us! The little ones kowtowed to you. Under the leadership of Bangshi Zhan, a group of frightened little godins knelt down with a "poof", and then nodded their heads crazily like chickens eating rice, while staring at Mo Fan pitifully with begging eyes. Because they know that whether they can keep their little JJ now is all in the thought of this 'God's Envoy'.

With a "bang", all the little gosmen behind him knelt down, and Mo Fan, who was not clear, was also shocked by their sudden movements. But when he heard their demands, the weird guy had a bitter feeling that he wanted to laugh and didn't dare to laugh.

Although through a short communication with Yousis of the thirteenth team of chrysanthemum protection, Mo Fan also knew that he had been deliberately boasted about his god, and there was no one before, and there was no one who could do anything.

But Mo Fan really didn't expect that these little gobyrins, who are usually arrogant and self-evident of a noble race, could listen to Bunker's words to such a point. When they were still facing the risk of being cut off by little JJ, the first thing he thought of was to show submission to themselves. Unexpectedly, they want to rely on themselves to help them get out of trouble.

Looking at the pleading eyes of the goblin, Mo Fan, who secretly couldn't bear to smile and put up with a serious face, deliberately shook his head and coughed: "Get up! You are all warriors of the gobland, and the future of your race still needs to be revived by you! How can I let you self-harm!"

"The little ones are here to thank the great God for the understanding of Lord Mofan." While shouting at Mo Fan, the kneeling gobls also looked at Bunker. It was not until they saw a heavy goblin king nodded and acquiesce that the group of small gobls who successfully protected JJ from the risk of being cut rose from the ground with joy and cried bitterly praised: "Great Long live the divine messenger, Lord Mo Fan! Dear goin king, thousands of years, thousands of years..."

"Don't flatter your useless bastards. It's useless for me."

Looking at his brother's disappointing appearance, Bunker shook his hand with an unhappy face and casually emphasized: "No rules can be achieved. Since God has let Lord Mo Fan relax now, this matter is for the time being. But this time, the king wrote down the matter first. If you dare to have a next time, then it's not as simple as cutting off your JJ and feeding the fish. The king also wants to make them into specimens to make an example.

With Bunker's re-emphasis, a group of small goblows shouted from the bottom of their hearts again: "Thousands of the great gobion king, long live the great god Mofan..."