Chapter 33 Fae Tong

Author: Carp and Carp Immortal

Chapter 33 Fae Tong

"Run! Run!" Shangluo stood up. The scorching voice had suppressed Apollonia. It was time to run away.

Although Wen Yuan couldn't hear the sound, he could read it out from Shang Luo's face that was really dangerous - this is no joke.

Without any hesitation, he asked in the most time-saving way: "Where can I go down from outside the wall, can you go with me?"

"I can't walk, I can't climb the wall."

"Ah, that's fine." Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Calm down, calm down. If you can't run away, you don't have to run away. Just save your energy, don't resist. I'll stay here to accompany you. This is my mission. What should you do with your pill?"

"They came for Dan."

"Then eat it quickly! It means that these pills are really useful! You can eat it first, and I don't believe anyone can cut your stomach open."

Shang Luo was holding his breath and was really ready to take the medicinal paste.

[I really can cut it open.] The hot sound once again hits the brain's senses, leaving Shang Luo in a freeze.

"What?" Wen Yuan asked, "The sound that made you want to run away spoke to you again?"

Shangluo could only nod.

"Tsk." Wen Yuan looked at the sky, "Then don't move. If so, they should be here soon. When the Jinyiwei works, we will also shout, "Stand in place and don't move!", because that is the most correct choice. Running is a waste of running, just waste each other's physical strength. There is already a sound outside. If you stand next to you, they may be going to hit the gate."

While talking, the sound of messy footsteps came from the suite outside.

The balcony door collapsed, and more than a dozen bald heads in suits rushed into the door, raising their guns to aim.

"Hey, let it go. Look, we are hostages of professions." Wen Yuan raised her hands first, "I have a gun on my waist. Come on, you guys take the gun away. The one behind me is not armed, you can be completely relieved."

The bald men who entered the door were stunned. They had scored many times, but for the first time they saw such a "professional hostage". They knew the process of kidnapping clearly, and they even cooperated very much to disarm themselves to prevent unnecessary conflicts between the two sides.

The bald heads looked at each other, but they were wearing sunglasses. Wen Yuan's behavior caused a mental impact on them, and none of them dared to go forward and seize the gun.

"Tsk, why are you so unprofessional?" Wen Yuan took out the gun at a speed like a cowboy pulling the gun, then bent down at lightning speed, and slid the gun along the ground to prevent the muzzle from hitting the ground and causing it to fire.

Before the bald heads with whispers and ears could react, the gun reached their feet.

No one dared to bow his head to pick up the gun. Everyone still pointed the gun forward. The more Wen Yuan showed her "sincerity", the more they were afraid.

"Put down the gun." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

The king of Chichen Itza, Palka, appeared behind the crowd. At this time, he had already changed into the traditional cotton ethnic costume and put on a slim suit.

Suits, or suits, were popular styles in the Roman Empire. Unlike the traditional large-scale clothing of the Romans, this suit originated from the Germanic narrow-clothing style and was a "barbarian habit". However, the Romans did not care about barbarian habits, and they liked to wear these. Now this dress has become casual clothes for Roman veterans, used to distinguish the toga robes they wore on formal occasions.

"Sorry, it's the first time I've done this kind of thing, so I'm not very professional." Palka bowed deeply to the two people in front of me, "But I have a last resort. Mr. Shangluo, you should know the reason. Mr. Wen Yuan, from the first meeting, did you see my plan? That's why you showed me the force."

"I just feel the need to show you because it's really not normal for you to look at it."

"Then I still recommend you to stay calm and not move. I know that these unprofessional Mayans can't stop them. It's the first time they are. But please go downstairs, and you will know after you go downstairs."

Downstairs, black high-end cars lined up at the hotel entrance. Facing the hotel entrance is an extended "English-Berato" brand sedan with two exaggerated pairs of rear wheels at the rear of the car body, ensuring that guests sitting in the back seat can have ultimate comfort.

The wide sofa is specially designed for passengers to relax in the car in a lying horizontal position, which is the favorite of the Romans when relaxing. The carriage also comes with bulletproof steel plates and bulletproof glass when it appears to cope with the "complex environment" in the Roman Empire.

The crowd sat downstairs in the elevator. Both sides did not say a word throughout the journey and left the hotel lobby. The furnace of elixir was also carried behind with a large cauldron, but it was covered with white cloth.

Next to the car door, the Mayan who had previously stood guard at the door had opened the car door and made a gesture of inviting him. A golden light faintly shone inside the door.

"Please get on this car. Please get on the back one."

"Only this one doesn't work." Wen Yuan stepped forward a few steps and held the car door, "I have to stay with him. Otherwise, how would I know if you can guarantee his safety?"

[I swear to the Stix River. If you follow my arrangements, I will surely guarantee the personal safety of you and will give you freedom.] The voice of Helios sounded from nothingness, [I have no malice towards you, I just want to witness the Sindan arts.]

"Are you sure?" Shangluo looked into the sky.

[I cannot violate any oath made to the Stix River. Otherwise, I will suffer the backlash of karma and be abandoned by fate. So, you can rest assured.]

"Okay." Shang Luo patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder and told him the sentence.

"Then, be careful with your own safety." He didn't say much, but chose to believe Shangluo's judgment and walked towards the car behind him.

Sitting firmly in the car, Shangluo raised his head and saw the person he was going to talk to.

In the extended car, he was more than two meters away from the other party. A white lion was lying on the carpet between the two. The lion was squinting his eyes and napping, and even if a stranger entered the door, he showed no sign of rudeness. The lion's head was leaning against the front of the seat, and his slender hands were caressing the lion's mane.

The golden single ponytail hangs down from her shoulders, and the cut suit shows a deep black. A two-meter golden spear crosses her knees. When Shangluo is coming, the owner of the spear retracts his hand that is stroking the lion's mane and picks up the wine glass.

She took a sip, and the wine in the glass was as clear as ruby ​​and as bright as the Mediterranean summer.

"So, my father talked to you?" the girl asked him.

"Yes. Then you are Faeton?"

The girl nodded slightly and put the wine glass beside her: "Okay, let's start, Apollonia's contractor. My father wants to talk to you about a business."
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