Collapse Iron Cosplay Battle Damaged Star Spinal Cut - Everyone Cries to Death

Chapter 352 Let's Eat

The voices rose and fell in the hidden sentry channel:

"Report from Number One! That idiot is doing calisthenics behind the artificial hill!"

"Number Two received! He's behind the red pillar now! Oh my god, his pose is so sexy, isn't he afraid of getting a cramp with his legs stretched that long?"

"Report from Number Three! When he slid just now, it looked like his crotch ripped; I saw his red underwear."

"Report from Number Four! Is this guy crazy? The main road is wide open, but he insists on rolling around in the flowerbeds and even killed the peonies in the Imperial Garden!"

"Captain, should we go down and warn him? The straight-line distance to the Golden Palace is only 200 meters. If he rolls over there, it will probably be dawn before he gets there."

Inside the command center.

The security captain, his face contorted with exasperation, roared into the walkie-talkie:

"Remind me what?!"

"The Emperor is pressuring us hard, saying he's so hungry he'd eat people!"

"You guys, get out there and move all those obstructions away!"

"Don't make it difficult for him!"

"Let him leave if he wants! As long as he doesn't come back, let him be!"

"You could even just turn on a streetlight for him, so he doesn't fall into the pond and drown!"

"yes!!!"

……

then.

In the next two hundred meters leading to the Golden Palace.

Jiahao experienced the most "smooth" infiltration of his life.

He was just about to climb over a low wall.

A pile of soft, fluffy haystacks had been prepared in advance at the base of the wall.

He was just about to evade a patrol of guards.

The guards seemed to have no eyes; they chatted loudly, saying things like, "Oh, the moon is so round tonight," as they turned around in unison half a meter in front of him and walked away.

Even when he walked through a dark corridor.

The motion-sensor lights along the corridor turned on automatically with a "pop pop pop".

It illuminated his path forward.

……

[Heaven is helping me!]

Even God is on my side!

Jiahao looked at the magnificent, brightly lit palace in front of him—the Golden Palace.

His heart began to pound.

My blood is boiling!

【tyrant!】

Your death is imminent!

【I, Jiahao, have come to take your dog's life!!!】

……

Inside the Golden Palace.

Bright lights.

On the large, pure gold dragon throne.

Shattered Star was sprawled out on it, completely unrefined.

His right hand was gripping a dark, high-carbon steel gear that he had somehow salvaged.

"Snap! Snap!"

Like eating potato chips, take one bite at a time.

Sparks flew everywhere along her leaky gums.

[So slow.]

Why haven't we arrived yet?

I've already chewed on three gears; my mouth is practically tasteless.

While chewing on gears, Sui Xing idly picked at the bone gaps in her chin.

……

Below the dragon throne.

The train crew members were all doing their own thing.

Danheng sat on a grand chair to the side.

He held a piece of pure white silk in his hand.

"Snap—Snap—"

He was intently and meticulously polishing his cloud-piercing spear.

He polished the tip of the gun until it gleamed, gleaming with a chilling light.

He even brought the tip of the gun close and blew off the dust.

……

On March 7th, one sits cross-legged on a soft cushion.

She was holding a huge crystal bowl, bigger than her face.

The bowl was filled with colorful scoops of ice cream.

"Awoo~"

On March 7th, she scooped up a big spoonful of strawberry ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, her eyes squinting happily.

"It's so delicious!"

"Eating in your dreams is great, you don't have to worry about gaining weight at all!"

As she ate, she mumbled a question to Walter beside her:

"Uncle Yang, what exactly does that assassin sent by Nightmare look like?"

"Will it look terrifying, like it has three heads and six arms?"

……

Walter Young wore those refined glasses.

He was holding a thick book called "The Eight Trigrams of the Immortal Boat".

They were watching with great interest, thanks to the light from the main hall.

Old Yang didn't even look up when he heard the question from March 7th.

He simply reached out and pushed up his slipping glasses frame.

He answered in a flat tone:

"No matter what it looks like."

"As long as he dares to appear in front of Shattered Star..."

"Their fates will likely be quite dire."

"After all, you know this child's appetite."

……

Right here in this extremely relaxing hall, which even has a vacation atmosphere.

"Bang!!!"

The two enormous vermilion solid wood doors of the Golden Palace.

Someone suddenly pushed me away from the outside!

……

"They're here!"

Inside the main hall, four pairs of eyes turned to look at the same time.

All I saw was...

Outside.

A figure wearing a tattered burlap sack and with greasy, tangled hair.

It carries a tragic and heroic aura, like the line from the poem "The wind howls and the Yi River is cold."

It appeared right in the center of the gate.

Jiahao took a deep breath.

He knew this was the most glorious and pinnacle moment of his assassin career!

He must make his entrance in the most shocking, unexpected, and psychologically devastating way possible!

"drink!!!"

Jiahao let out a low, angry roar!

He lunged forward!

Both legs are bent.

On the smooth, waxed white marble floor of the Golden Palace.

He executed an incredibly long tactical slide tackle!

……

"Sizzle————————!!!!"

Because the white marble floor was so slippery, and the material of his tattered burlap sack offered absolutely no friction.

This slip.

It slid right into the accident!

The sound was incredibly loud!

The ear-piercing scraping sound, like fingernails scraping against a blackboard, instantly echoed throughout the entire empty hall!

and.

It's incredibly fast! It just won't stop!

Jiahao originally planned to slide tackle for only two or three meters, and then get up in a cool way.

result!

He was like a bowling ball that had gone out of control.

"Swoosh!"

It sped along the ground right from the main entrance!

It glided over a distance of more than ten meters!

He rushed straight toward the side of the main hall, past a large, life-sized blue and white porcelain vase used for decoration!

Holy crap!

Jiahao was shocked and tried to brake, but he was powerless to do so!

"Bang!"

He plunged headfirst into the shadows behind the vase.

Because of the speed, although the upper body was hidden, the lower body was not stopped at all.

The result was...

Half of a shriveled buttock, clad in red underwear, was conspicuously exposed outside the vase.

It was still trembling slightly there.

……

below.

Dan Heng's hand, which was wiping his spear, froze in mid-air.

He looked at the red bottom.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably twice.

This assassin.

What a unique movement.

……

On March 7th, the ice cream in his mouth almost fell out.

She stared blankly at the vase.

Turning his head, he asked Walter in an extremely questioning tone:

"Uncle Yang..."

"This...this is the ultimate assassin sent by Nightmare?"

"Does he...do he have some kind of mental illness?"

Walter Young closed the ancient book in his hands.

He pinched the space between his eyebrows.

He let out a long sigh.

"possible……"

"The Nightmare Clan doesn't seem to place much emphasis on intelligence when selecting assassins."

……

Behind the vase.

Jiahao was completely numb.

That was too hasty!

Why is this floor so damn slippery?!

My perfect entrance!!! It's all ruined!!!

But who is Jiahao?

He is an extreme assassin with the bloodline of shadow!

As long as you're not embarrassed, it's others who will be embarrassed!

"call……"

Jiahao took a deep breath behind the vase.

I adjusted my emotions.

then.

He suddenly leaped out from behind the vase!

"Whoosh!"

He struck a classic anime second male lead entrance pose in the center of the hall with exceptional style!

Kneel on one knee!

Right hand on the ground!

He suddenly raised his left hand and covered his left eye, which was swollen like a rotten peach due to a stye and inflammation!

He lowered his head slightly.

Let those greasy, long bangs fall down, covering half of her face.

then.

He used what he considered to be the coldest, hoarseest, most magnetic, and most oppressive voice.

Facing the shattered stars on the dragon throne.

Slowly, he uttered a line he had practiced countless times:

"tyrant……"

"Your death is imminent..."

"We've arrived."

……

A cold wind blew through the main hall.

Quiet.

The silence remained suffocating.

There was no gasp.

There were no screams of fear.

There wasn't even a gasp of surprise.

……

Jiahao held that position for a full five seconds.

What happened?

Why aren't they afraid?

[Were they intimidated by my powerful aura? They didn't even dare to speak?]

Jiahao secretly felt smug.

He slightly raised his head and looked ahead through the gap in his bangs.

……

All I saw was...

On the dragon throne.

Sui Xing stared at him expressionlessly.

then.

"Click-clack".

She opened her mouth and continued chewing the high-carbon steel gear in her hand with a blank expression.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The way he looked at me was like I was looking at someone with an intellectual disability.

[Trying a pose?]

Why is this food delivery guy so dramatic?

"Hurry up and hand over the sauce! I'm starving!"

……

below.

Danheng lowered his head.

"call--"

He gently blew away non-existent dust from the tip of the gun.

Then he took out a new piece of silk and continued to slowly wipe the gun barrel.

She didn't even glance at Jiahao again.

It was as if he were just a wisp of air.

……

On March 7th, I scooped out a big spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into my mouth.

She turned to look at Walter, and asked with a worried expression:

"Uncle Yang..."

"You think Shattered Star would eat this guy...?"

"Won't she become mentally challenged?"

"I've heard that intelligence is contagious."

"This assassin doesn't seem very bright. What if he messes up our Suixing's brain?"

"What if... I get infected too?"

Xing: You're lucky you didn't infect him...

March 7th: "..."

……

"..."

Listening to the conversation of these people.

Jiahao maintains the pose of covering his eyes with one hand.

They've completely broken through!

This is outrageous!!!

This is an insult to the dignity of an assassin!!!

"You arrogant ants!!!"

Jiahao suddenly stood up.

He ripped the hand that was covering his left eye off!

It revealed the "Demon Eye of the Abyss," which was swollen and purple, oozing yellow fluid, and covered with red blood vessels!

"Do you think I'm joking?!"

"Feel the terror from the abyss!!!"

……

Just then.

"Why."

A sigh of extreme impatience came from the dragon throne.

Shattered Star finally couldn't take it anymore.

She casually tossed the remaining small piece of gear on the ground.

Clang.

She stood up from the dragon throne.

That skeletal face, devoid of flesh, was etched with frustration.

She looked down at Jiahao, who was still acting wildly.

With that hoarse, lisping voice, he said in utter speechlessness:

Stop posing there.

"Doesn't your back hurt?"

Sui Xing rolled her eyes and pointed to the bulging spot in Jia Hao's arms:

"Aren't you here to assassinate me?"

"All this fancy stuff, but they can't even pull out a knife in all this time."

Aren't you tired?

……

Inside the Golden Palace.

The atmosphere was extremely eerie.

Jiahao remained frozen in mid-air, still in that cool pose of covering his conjunctivitis with one hand, ready to unleash the "Abyss Demon Eye".

His brain had completely shut down.

Sui Xing sighed.

She looked Jiahao up and down; he was so thin and frail that he looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Then I looked at his thin legs, which were trembling slightly from prolonged malnutrition.

[Understood.]

This guy is too weak.

[They've probably been starving for too many days; they don't even have the strength to lift a knife.]

This won't do!

With such shriveled ingredients, the sauce made from it will definitely be bitter and astringent, lacking any richness.

If I were to cook this directly, it would be a complete waste of my late-night snack!

In an instant, a perfect "ingredient cultivation plan" flashed through Sui Xing's mind.

To raise pigs, you first need to fatten them up.

The basic quality of a person who eats rice is to never eat inferior ingredients!

……

"Clatter".

Sui Xing casually tossed the half-chewed high-carbon steel gear in his hand onto the ground.

then.

She slowly and deliberately put that bony hand into the pocket of her tattered black trench coat.

I fiddled with it for a bit.

Amidst everyone's puzzled gazes.

"Whoosh!"

Shattered Star flicked his wrist.

A jet-black sphere, only the size of a longan, exuding an extremely strong aura of nightmare origin.

It traced an extremely random parabola in mid-air.

"Gurgle..."

impartial.

It rolled right to Jiahao's feet.

……

This black sphere was the very one that the big idiot had squeezed out overnight from those three thousand nightmare beggars in order to save his own life—

[Nine-Turn Nightmare Burst Pill]!

It is also the "special sauce ingredient" that Suixing misses the most!

……

"..."

Jiahao lowered his head.

He looked at the black pill that had rolled to the front of his toes.

His right eye, which wasn't covered by his bangs, suddenly widened to be bigger than a bull's eye!

The pupils trembled violently!

[Holy crap?!]

[This...this pill...it looks so familiar!]

[Isn't this an unparalleled divine pill that can instantly unleash potential and triple one's strength?!]

How...how could she have that?!