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The corpse of the war giant is too large, and nowadays, this level of biochemical pond can not tolerate it. Only the light energy in the liquid state of the biochemical pool can be sprinkled like a fountain, and then it can be sprayed all over its body.

The broken corpse was repaired little by little, and its physical body was transformed into a light element body inch by inch.

I am afraid this process will continue for some time. Just as it happened, Wu Hui received a message from someone in the Nether. There was a smile at the corner of the mouth, and the game was arranged for a few days. The good show finally started.

Anyway, idle in the kingdom of light is also idle, of course, this good show can not be missed.

In a single thought, Wu Hui's subjective consciousness returned to the body of the world, and the whole process was skillful and natural. Obviously, Wu Hui has become more and more adapted to this life.

It feels like playing online games on the earth, and can log in and out at any time, which also makes his life gradually more colorful.

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Bright Plane, Thorns Castle.

Since losing his master, the Stranglethorn Castle has welcomed several guests in the past few days, from the brothers and sisters of the same generation of Earl Raymond to the elders of the Raymond family, and even the blood relationship has been extremely Several paltry relatives have come.

These people are on the surface carrying a graceful aristocratic shelf, but in their bones are like wolves of fasting, one by one staring at the thorns leading this temporarily unowned land.

The thorn collar has a vast area of ​​more than 30,000 square kilometers, with mountains and rivers, rivers, and a lot of fertile farmland in the territory. There are only four cities like Lu'an City, and one is larger and more prosperous. The main city that has been in business for hundreds of years. Every day people flow, the tax alone is a lot of money.

Not only that, there is also a huge amount of property that ordinary civilians can't even imagine in the name of the Redmond family, as well as a variety of money-making businesses.

This is an incredibly delicious and tempting giant cake. Even if you can't take it all, just taking a sip on it will be enough for many people to "eat" their stomachs.

The old housekeeper at the Fort of Thorns was so busy.

On the one hand, these relatives are nobles, and he cannot neglect any of them. On the other hand, the title of the title is uncertain, and his future is still in a fog, and his heart is disturbed, even at night.

A few days later, the old housekeeper was thin all over.

this day.

In the magnificent castle hall, a middle-aged man in a dark red aristocrat's uniform was sitting comfortably on the main seat that should have belonged to the castle owner.

This middle-aged man is about fifty years old. Although he is no longer young, he is still full of energy and well-maintained skin has not lost his elasticity. The light golden half-length hair is neatly and neatly combed. Sticking it to the back of the head, blue-gray eyes are deep and blurred, faintly seeing the romantic in youth.

"Viscount Mars, this is the seat where the owner of Thornsborough can sit. You ..." The old housekeeper of Thornsborough looked at him with a look of embarrassment, and stopped talking.

"Oh ~ John, why are you still so old-fashioned?" Viscount Mars glanced at him lightly and smiled indifferently. "My brother is dead, his only designated heir, my poor nephew is It has been unfortunate. According to the noble inheritance law, I am the first heir to the rank, and of course the next owner of the Fort of Thorns. But just sit in advance, what's wrong? "

After speaking, he no longer cares about the old housekeeper, but glances around the circle critically.

"My brother's aesthetic is really as bad as ever." He frowned disapprovingly, and he politely directed the staff he brought with him to start remodeling the hall.

"The style of the curtain is too old-fashioned. It's not popular anymore, even my brother Count Raymond is still using it. Change it."

"This sofa is too old fashioned. Change it."

"This ... changed."

"……Changed."

"……Changed."

That posture was just like pointing mountains and rivers, and did not look at the old housekeeper in the slightest.

Under his command, the same thing was replaced. After a while, the castle hall was completely different.

The servants in the castle watched the Viscount Mars messing around in the castle with anxiety and anxiety, and frequently looked at the housekeeper.

The old housekeeper was also flushed with anger and snoring.

However, as a steward, in the final analysis, he was only a descendant of the Raymond family. When Count Raymond was there, he naturally did not have to be afraid of Viscount Mars, but now ... even if there is any resentment in his heart, he cannot attack come out.

The servants waved their hands toward the servants, and the old butler took a deep breath to hold his anger, and wanted to do his best to persuade Viscount Mars.

However, before he spoke, another voice floated down the stairs.

"Mars, Mars, where is this? You can't wait to wait? You're not afraid to end up on the Count's throne in the end, laughing and generous?"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes came down the stairs.

Compared with Viscount Mars, this middle-aged man is obviously younger, about 40 years old. The contours of his face are very similar to Viscount Mars, but those deep eyes are more blue. It's like the clouded sky has been wiped out, making people feel more comfortable.

However, compared with his looks, what impressed him was his temperament.

He did not wear the aristocratic uniforms often worn by the nobles, but instead wore a knight uniform. The whole man looked very upright, without losing the noble style, personable, and noble and natural.

Seeing him, the old housekeeper's eyes lightened slightly, and he held his respectfully and respectfully to him: "Master Viscount Norman."

"Uncle John doesn't have to be polite."

Viscount Norman nodded slightly toward the old butler, and then waved his hand, and the servants behind him immediately hurried down the stairs, preventing Vis Mars from changing things.

Viscount Mars did not stop, but looked at Viscount Norman coldly, with a smile on his face: "My good brother, you were not so kind to old John before. Why? Want to win his support, or want to show The grace of your 4th level knight? Unfortunately, you can't get the right of inheritance based on these alone. "

"That's not enough. After all, you married the daughter of Earl Carlos's house." Viscount Norman raised an eyebrow. Instead of being angry with Mars's irony, he showed a subtle smile. "But This time, the younger brother may want to disappoint his brother. "

With that, he turned his head and glanced behind him, and the smile on his face deepened sharply: "Did you say, Mr. Andre?"

It was only then that Viscount Mars noticed that Viscount Norman was still standing behind him.

The figure is slightly shorter than Viscount Norman, but the figure is particularly strong and sturdy, with muscular knots on his body, almost two as thick as ordinary people, and a dark red beard on his face. Abnormally firm.

Not only that, the man behind him also had a huge shield with a height almost behind him. The shield was thick and heavy, and the surface was dark and cold. Just looking at the exterior, it seemed that people could feel the powerful defense.

This person, this person is not the 6th-level Yasheng beside his brother, Andre O'Neal?

Viscount Mars stood up sharply from the sofa: "Mr. Andre, aren't you in the barracks? How, why ..."

"Mr. Andre was of course I invited you back." Viscount Norman smiled harshly. "After all, the replacement of the earl is a matter of great thorny leadership. In case the heir is nothing to produce, he will only lose. Incompetent, his old man will also be very troubled. "

Hearing this, Andre O'Neill nodded slightly with a serious expression: "Viscount Norman is right. Earl Redmond treats me well, and I can't watch the property left by him being squandered by others."

With that, his dark brown eyes glanced at Viscount Mars, and he immediately retracted his gaze.

Obviously, in his eyes, Viscount Mars is the one who does nothing and will only lose. As for Viscount Norman, he has excellent talents and diligent practice. His Viscount leader also has a strong and charming personality. He is even more personable, and even treats civilians with a beautiful face. He is the heir to his title.

Viscount Mars flushed with anger.

In the usual case, if Norman dared to ridicule him, he would have been unable to bear it. However, at this moment, he cares more than the ridicule of the two, and Andre O'Neill chose to support Norman. this matter.

Andre O'Neal is a sub-Sacred power with parity with Edmund of the Flamewalker. Both defend and attack, and they are the strongest trump cards of Count Raymond.

Now that the Flamewalker dies, Andre O'Neill has become the only sub-Sacred power of the Redmond family, and he is also the actual master of the Knights of Thorns. His status and weight are not his emptiness at all. In the name of an heir, in fact there are not many victories in real power that can be compared.

Norman received the support of Andre, and the scale of victory was tilted over half of him at once. I want to get the title, I'm afraid ...

Viscount Mars clenched his fists, his face getting ugly.

The old housekeeper looked at the expression on Viscount Mars's face, his face remained calm, but his heart felt dark.

Mars, relying on himself as the heir, didn't take him seriously at all, but now he was punished.

"Yo ~ so lively? It seems that I came at the right time ~"

Suddenly, a male voice from Dang Erlang came from the door.

Everyone in the hall was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw three people approaching the corridor outside the door.

The three men, two men and one woman, walking in front of them was a young man wearing bright red noble clothes.

He has exquisite features and a pair of emerald-like green eyes, and a flowing long golden hair is draped behind him. He only tied it loosely with a tie at the end. His aristocratic style is full of love. Suave.

Walking next to him was a young man with dark hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a luxurious white robe with gold fringing, and the black hair on his head left only a short stubble. He looked a little bit unique, but he had a magnificent style in his steps.

Behind the dark-haired young man, a woman followed.

The woman was wearing a red split-length long skirt, and her bumpy figure was drawn more and more hot. A large chestnut wavy curly hair was spread all the way to the lower back. The whole person looked a bit lazy. I was a long way behind the two.

However, her puppet peach eyes seemed to be hooked, coupled with that lazy look, it was called a variety of styles, enchanting.

These three people each have their own characteristics, and each one of them is an eye-catching existence ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Now the three people walking together are almost like a luminous body walking. For a time, the hall Everyone couldn't help but stun God.

However, the next moment, someone recognized the headed youth.

"Master Black."

The old butler took the lead in reacting and bent over to salute him.

It turned out that the three of them were Black, Wu Hui, and Lilyna, the boss of the beauty.

"Blake Litton." Viscount Norman's eyes narrowed for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed across his eyes. "What are you doing? Is it possible that you are an illegitimate child, and you want to count the count as a Count?"

Faced with such a fierce question, Wu Hui also felt a lot of emotion. Regardless of whether it is the earth or the other world, the people's hearts for the struggle for power are the same.

Unfortunately, these confident guys didn't know that everything was just for him to make wedding clothes for Wu Hui.

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