The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

When Xiu Denan woke up, he found himself hung up like a roast duck.

The first person he saw was the young man he had fought with before.

A handsome young man with a noble appearance was wearing a white vest, jeans and a work jacket. He was lying on the sofa with his arms spread out. He was holding a bottle of wine in his right hand. His pale blue eyes, half covered by sunglasses, were looking at him with a half-smile.

For some reason, he had a creepy feeling.

"Tons, tons, tons——"

Yang Pojun drank half a bottle of freshly made Erguotou in big gulps, enduring the burning sensation in his throat. With his anticipation for the famous scene, he showed a smile that could be described as being at ease.

"Hey, Qianbian Xiudenan, you are the last one to wake up."

Xiu Denan looked around. It was a rather simple-looking room with a large number of cabinets filled with wine bottles, and the Ai Ran brother and sister, who were hanging face to face next to him like roast ducks and looked like they had been awake for a long time.

"Okay, for a small reason, I won't do anything to you. But because your previous rude behavior has traumatized my young heart, as compensation, you will be responsible for introducing these two to me. In return, I will provide you with a special seat in advance so that you can savor what is coming next."

Yang Pojun snapped his fingers, and the magic that sealed the brother and sister's mouths was released.

Tilia, the younger sister, immediately called out:

"Damn it! Let me and my brother go!"

(Xiu Denan:?)

"Hahaha, Xiu Denan, please introduce these two to me."

After hesitating for a moment, Xiu Denan, who had just lost to the opponent... the dragon thrown out not long ago, decided to see the situation first.

"They are [Aizen]. The elder brother is Aizenji·Surat, and the younger sister is Aizenta·Tilia."

"Hmm~ Well, I heard that the Red World's followers all have their own pursuits. It just so happens that I made a bet with the Red World Demon King in my body. If their pursuits are acceptable to me, then I can let them go. So, what is the thing that they are pursuing at the cost of killing humans?"

"My quest is of course to satisfy my brother and give him all my love!"

Tilia said proudly.

"Hmm... the type who would sacrifice others for love..."

Yang Pojun fell into deep thought.

I always feel like I've seen this before? But the moral standards of the people around him are pretty good, basically at his level, and those with much lower moral standards than him also [chose] to improve their own moral standards under his kind words.

So this [should] be an illusion.

"And Mr. Surratt?"

"Zhi Dian Zhana."

"what?"

"I want Zhidianzana!"

The boy's eyes were full of light, and the innocence reminded Yang Pojun of the eyes of those children who turned into light when he watched the last episode of Ultraman Tiga.

The beautiful memories in his mind made his tone soften.

"Just the knife?"

"Ok!"

The Emperor of Light War Dragon had just delivered sushi to Tiangong Ziyin and Shana, and he rushed here.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the summoner waving at him.

"Aaron, go borrow Shana's knife for me."

Emperor of Light Dragon:?

Didn’t you say that just now?

"Be good, I'll leave it to you."

The Emperor of Light War Dragon flew away again in a depressed mood.

Soon, He returned with an unsheathed samurai sword.

With a "clang", the big knife fell to the ground.

Surat's eyes had been fixed on the samurai sword since just now.

With another snap of fingers, the chain holding Surat in place broke, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Zhi Dian Zha Na... Hehe, Zhi Dian Zha Na..."

The young man hugged the samurai sword with joy, stroking it with his slender hands.

I don’t know whether to be thankful or regretful that the other party didn’t lick it.

"I need to test the knife."

After saying these abrupt words, the young man swung his sword at Yang Pojun.

A sheathed sword wrapped in golden light blocked in front of him, preventing the attack.

The inky black scabbard and lotus-red hilt are the Qingming Sword that has changed under the power of the sacrificial snake.

The free left hand plucked the strings as if playing a musical instrument, and the flying sword smashed the boy into the ground.

"This guy doesn't look very smart."

Yang Pojun said to Xiu Denan.

The muscular man instinctively realized that it would be best not to speak.

The young man climbed up, his eager eyes focused on the Qingming Sword.

"Give... me... this... sword..."

Yang Pojun frowned.

"Don't you want to be the one who pays homage to the palace?"

"I already have one, and I don't want it anymore... I want that one... which looks... good..."

"You're sacrificing human lives to pursue something of this level of hobby."

Yang Pojun needs to retract his previous evaluation of the other party's eyes. At most, when he posted the erotic picture in the group, he asked if there was any group Galio who could find the resources, and then closed it at the speed of light after he got it and tasted it, and he no longer had any interest in it.

It was just this level of desire, but the other party could actually equate it with countless lives?

"Very good, your grade is failing."

Pitch-black flames stretched out from his fingertips and turned into chains, hanging Surat up again.

"So, you said you loved your brother, right? Dee... or something."

"..."

Tilia, who was unable to make a sound because her mouth was blocked, looked at Yang Pojun viciously.

"Sorry, I just blocked it because I felt you would make boring noises."

After dispersing the magnetic field force that covered the other person's mouth, Yang Pojun took another big sip of wine.

This sip felt much smoother, without the feeling that if I didn't hold it in, I would have cried.

"Answer me honestly, or I can't guarantee what will happen to your brother."

"…There is no doubt that I love my brother deeply."

"Even if he cheated?"

"Then I will kill that woman, and then fuck her until there is no smell of other women on her body! No, I will kill even the woman he has looked at!"

Hmm...the previous words reminded Yang Pojun of wonderful memories.

That was when he was still a kid, and he went shopping with his parents and his eldest father.

While Yang's mother was trying on clothes, Yang Wuqu hooked his second brother and nephew's shoulders, pointed his chin at a beautiful woman who was wearing cool clothes, and commented on how well the clothes suited her figure.

Yang Lu Cun expressed his deep agreement, and his mother, who came out halfway, saw and heard the scene.

When I returned home afterwards, I heard cries for help coming from the basement.

According to Yang Wuqu who slipped in halfway, a certain petty woman was very angry about her husband's behavior and planned to squeeze him as many times as he looked at her for ten seconds.

That day was also the first time that Yang Wuqu taught his nephew Yang Pojun some basic knowledge about the normal amount of semen produced by human males.

Therefore, Yang Pojun surprisingly could barely pass the classic jealous woman's speech.

However, the second half does not work.

First of all, because of the current situation, Yang Pojun assumed that the other party had calmly expressed his true thoughts.

If not, he would be very sad. After all, this meant that in the eyes of the other party, he, as an armor summoner, was not worthy of being listened to.

Then, he had no intention of bypassing the murderer, let alone the Ultimate First Born, who were the Red World Cultivators who could kill people without taking any responsibility (after the Red World Cultivators devoured a person, their existence would disappear and the whole person would be as if they had never appeared, so theoretically speaking, they "had not" killed anyone).

Now, the mysterious feeling he had for the blonde girl's attributes and the instinctive discomfort of humans committing atrocities while maintaining a sense of morality have all disappeared.

"So……"

He opened the Shura Summoner with one hand, and a purple light screen was projected. Yang Pojun operated it and found a suitable song.

"Let me begin the show I have prepared for you."

【181】The Ultimate Insult (I)

Emperor, a noble title.

Because in ancient times only the emperor could hold this title, and the emperor was truly above all others, so even in major works, not everyone can use this title.

For example, the Emperor in Armor Hero is the commander-in-chief of the Ming Realm.

For example, the Emperor in Warhammer 40K is the Lord of Mankind.

For example, Kaihu’s emperor is the Earth Emperor Bai Ci Nan.

Once upon a time, the Second Emperor established a powerful country.

Countless tough guys who worshipped this emperor read through the life experience of this gentle, kind and powerful emperor. After repeatedly watching the video of how his uncle spent three months treating the emperor's mental exhaustion, they invented an extremely powerful and practical path of cultivation - the Second Male Path.

This powerful path can turn a small fry with a combat power of 50,000 into a big fry with a combat power of 200,000... a strong man.

However, even so, those who practice the lesser male path are still no match for their great emperor.

Yangwuqu once said

"The essence of the so-called second male path is to completely crush one's dignity and hope. Only those who can cheer themselves up again under such circumstances can have the chance to reach the level of the second male emperor!"

"Those idiots only saw the three months of mental exhaustion treatment for the Second Son Emperor, but they didn't see that his uncle came to pick him up in the end. They didn't see that under the warm light of family affection created by his uncle, the Second Son and his beloved fiancée looked at each other lovingly!"

"Without this decisive move, who can become the Emperor of the Earth?"

Therefore, the essence of the so-called second male path does not lie in the three months, but in the love of the loved one.

“↑ ↘↗ ↑↑↘↗ ↑ ↑ ↑ ↑”

A round of powerful music started playing, it sounded like a very old song.

The first song is "YMCA" sung by VILLAGE PEOPLE. The song title literally means Young Men's Christian Association. Some people say that the song was created for Christian young men.

And this is the BGM he uses to test whether Tilia’s love is pure!

"Young man!"

"There's no need to feel down!"

During the singing, four boys who were familiar to Tilia pulled aside the curtains and revealed their bodies.

Four young men, some strong and some sturdy, wearing very little cloth, were posing in various poses to show off their bodies.

The dirty eyes, the gradually unbridled smile, the disgusting actions, are clearly the scum among humans!

"I promised them that they would help me process your temporary residence permit application, and in return..."

Yang Pojun once again took two gulps of wine, drank it all, and threw the bottle directly on the ground.

"I paid them to do whatever they wanted with the blonde."

"Varied--"

Tilia looked at him in astonishment, then sneered.