Chapter 836 (1/2)
The stars are shining all over the sky.
Under the stars is the throne shrouded in starlight.
On the throne, there is a mysterious girl who is regarded as a God by the parliament.
From the day the mysterious girl regarded as a god ascended the starry throne, she never left or responded to anyone under the throne.
Yes, only speaker Zhongyan stood under the throne, silently waiting for the figure of revelation.
”Da...”
At this moment when everything was silent and shrouded in starlight, an untimely footstep suddenly sounded.
The speaker of Zhongyan, who stood under the throne, glanced slightly, but saw a face.
A face with heavy makeup, crying on the left and smiling on the right.
“MR.J。”
In the final Yan parliament, only one person can have such extraordinary makeup and image.
That is Mr. J, who is known as a ghost and is also privately called a clown by some Parliament.
”Oh, your excellency, speaker. Unexpectedly, when I went out on business, you welcomed our gods back!”
The exaggerated cry broke the silence, but could not disturb the mysterious girl on the throne.
”Silence.”
Speaker Zhongyan looked at Mr. J's exaggerated performance and gave a cold reprimand.
”Your Excellency, you are wrong! Why didn't you inform me of such an important thing as welcoming the return of the gods as soon as possible?”
After a few strange cries, Mr. J ignored the speaker whose face gradually became cold and turned to the throne on the high platform.
Mr. J, dressed in fancy clothes, bent slightly and saluted solemnly to the throne on the high platform.
”Due to the delay, I failed to participate in welcoming your Majesty's return at the first time!! please forgive me!!”
The clown bent deeply until the shadow covered the face with one side crying and one side laughing.
But it still did not attract the attention of the girl on the throne.
Perhaps, from the beginning, the movement made by Mr. J has never been noticed by the girl.
Starlight still scattered from above, silence still came from all directions.
No matter how well Mr. J's etiquette is, he has never received a praise or response.
”Mr. J. enough.”
Speaker Zhongyan spoke again and scolded the clown.
A yell made Mr. J shake all over.
At the next moment, the respectful body shook wildly, as if it was enduring something.
But this endurance did not last long and was broken by something hidden in Mr. J's body.
”No! No! How can this be!!”
”No!”
The exaggerated cry was extremely sharp, like a knife stabbing across the sky, breaking through the silence shrouded by the stars and stabbing the throne that had not responded.
However.
Before Mr. J broke out further, a voice came from the throne.
”The stars are out.”
The simple and calm words immediately interrupted the outbreak of Mr. J. and made speaker Zhongyan suddenly look up at the bright starry sky.
you 're right!
In the depths of that bright starry sky, a star is dying out.
Moreover, not long ago, next to the dying star, was the long extinguished star.
Seeing this, the speaker's throat moved, but no words rolled out.
Finally, the man standing under the throne bowed down deeply after all, saluted the girl who was regarded as a God, and turned away without dragging mud and water.
Until his figure disappeared behind the starlight, a look fell on the throne.
”Clown, let's have some performances!”
The clown who should have been indifferent and refused people's words thousands of miles away was happy.
”Yes, your majesty!”
Therefore, under the starlight, Mr. J, a congressman with exaggerated clothes and strange faces, waved his hands and threw out small balls, daggers and other things, just like the acrobatic clowns on the street, offering the most complacent performance to the gods on the high platform.
As for whether the eyes cast from the throne noticed his performance or not.
Mr. J doesn't care at all.
Perhaps what he cares about is that she needs the key to his performance.
At this moment, in the depths of the bright stars, in a strange insect nest hive regarded by human beings as natural enemies, a terrible blade erupting Pentium and blazing particle light flow will surround and sweep away all the large and small betas trying to block the moving space of Lancelot King's sword.
The terrible high temperature not only killed the ferocious beta, but also completely plunged the space for brain habitat into the impact of high temperature.
A wave,
Next wave,
Never fell,
Constantly push the temperature of this space to a higher and hotter peak.
That terrible temperature distorts the air, making it show a distortion that can be clearly distinguished by the naked eye.