"Yes, isn't this a topic between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?"

Cosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him with his muddy pupils: "Aren't I just awe of your former title? Even if you only held it for less than two days, you still received the courtesy that a pharaoh deserved from me.

Or should a sacrifice that has lost its favor make me give more charity?”

The hoarse voice was filled with the sound of wind and thunder. It was the anger of the immortal, the transformer and the devil: "If you want to gain my admiration, you should not refuse that snake sacrifice!

Before you get out of the unheated chair, you should die gloriously, rather than live like a wild dog!”

Amonmesis's expression was distorted.

It was as if countless bugs were crawling below, and they were obviously so handsome, but at this moment they were hideous like evil ghosts, gritting their teeth and squeezing out the sound from their teeth.

"Oh, Coasche, you really hurt my heart."

So Sphinx raised his pupils and stared at the old man in front of him with ferocious eyes.

"Each one another." The old man in the wheelchair looked back indifferently: "If you want to walk down this ship with dignity, don't offend my family anymore, Amonmesis.

This is the last warning that an incompetent brother can give you.”

In the silence, neither of them spoke.

Only the whine sounds from afar.

After a long time, Amonmesis's expression finally calmed down.

"very good."

He took a step back and made a cold voice: "Sphinx, let's go."

He turned and left, and the orange cat looked at Costche coldly, and disappeared into the corridor with him.

The broken restaurant has returned to silence.

Amid the whine and screams from afar, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table, and the only soup spoon that had survived among countless wealth.

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"respect?"

Imagine that you were once a pharaoh.

The only agent of the god in the world, the appearance of the soul, the unique God of the world, all the honors in the world belong to you...at least the honors of Egypt belong to you.

The vast African land is everywhere promoting your glory and greatness.

In front of you, everyone bowed their heads and licked your toes in awe, and experienced the greatness of God's power and grace.

Until one day, there was a bitch and a bitch who had been favored by those capricious gods, and this favor was even more than you could get.

Then you lose power, you lose honor, you lose power and everything.

He even almost lost his precious life in the so-called snake sacrifice.

Falling dust.

Being expelled from the country and territory that once proclaimed how great you were, wandering in the mud and dust, and having to live in the same room with the untouchables who were emitting foul smell.

Even in order to get power again, you have to sit on the same boat with those sneaky people who were once worthless in front of him.

These are sacrifices, little sacrifices that need to be paid to achieve goals and to regain greatness.

If you can get what you want, everything you have lost now is completely insignificant.

But now, those untouchables actually ask you to "work together" with them?

Even asking for ‘respect’ from you?

“Respect? Respect? Respect?”

Amonmesis strolled in the blood-filled corridor, muttering to himself, unable to tell whether it was ferocious or mocking: "An old ghost who is about to die of old age dares to mention this word to me? He dares..."

The out-of-control wolf transformer roared and pounced on it, then split into pieces under the Sphinx's claws.

Finally, it was swallowed into the belly.

Chewed into pieces, tasted it, and then vomited it onto the ground disgustingly.

"Meow..." The orange cat, who had long lost his wisdom, turned around and made a sound at the Pharaoh sadly.

Amonmesis was stunned for a moment, and his expression became more and more distorted--his own guard, his mount, and his symbiosis, had actually fallen to the point where he wanted to swallow such a ghost thing.

Just like him.

They are all losers and have long been abandoned by this world.

"Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down and gently picked it up from the ground, touching its hair: "I promise, my dear, we will rise again."

"Meow!"

Sphinx shouted, not understanding.

Amonmesis pursed her lips and continued to move forward, returning to her cabin.

As a noble Pharaoh, even the White Crown King would give preferential treatment, for example, this gorgeous room that is different from other narrow warehouses of the untouchables, a wide large bed, and a wine cabinet with soft lights.

Back in the room, Sphinx ran to his food bowl and began to chew the fresh meat in it happily.

"respect……"

Amonmesis was still obsessed with the humiliation he suffered. He drank the wine soaked in absinate and roughly put the cup back on the chair.

"One day, Costche, one day..." he murmured hoarsely: "You and your bitch will understand what respect is."

"I think you can't see that day."

A hoarse voice rang out.

Amonmesis suddenly looked up, looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw the figure pushing the door open.

As if he was seriously ill, he staggered forward and dripped a foul corpse water from his cloak. He reached out and picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. After smashing the mouth of the bottle, he poured it into his mouth under the hood.

I don’t know whether the wine fell from the hole in the corner of my mouth or the abdomen, mixed with rotten liquid, dripping on the soft carpet, shaving out a large piece of gray marks.

“Bold!”

Amonmesis widened his eyes, and without his instructions, Sphinx jumped up and opened his mouth to tear the madmen who dared to offend the Pharaoh's bedroom to pieces.

The broken limbs fell to the ground, and maggots surged in the already rotten flesh.

But then, Sphinx's expression changed.

It seemed as if it was extremely painful, the pain started to spasm, and I suddenly opened my mouth and wanted to vomit, but nothing was vomiting out, so I could only scream in pain.

Amid the sound of chewing from the stomach sac.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...

The crazy giant beast endured the severe pain and rolled violently, making the whole gorgeous room a mess. But it didn't take long before it stopped moving.

Only the skin on the abdomen slowly bulges.

Teared from the inside out.

A hideous face that had been corroded from the skull was revealed.

"This head...can't be used anymore..."

The hideous face grinned and grinned at the Pharaoh. On his chest, a big mouth slowly opened, greedily eating the limbs of Sphinx, inch by inch, even with thin divine blood, hissing sounds corroded his body.

Have fun and enjoy your own dinner.

He moaned hoarsely in the severe pain, and then swallowed in pleasure.

And the three different heads stared blankly at the stiff Pharaoh.

"What the hell is this..."

At that moment, Amonmesis moaned in despair.

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Yin Yan, twenty years old, is an intern examiner of the Astronomical Society.

I like singing, dancing and r...probably.

Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?

Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows is that when he fights, he really looks like a dish...what is it?

Anyway, the dish is right!

"E-sports, food is original sin!"

Huai Shi kicked up and kicked the knife in his hand away, then swung the axe and slashed it down on his head. In an instant, the flesh and blood separated, and Yin Yan's arm flew into the air.

Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, Erwuzai Huai Shi, who had been prepared, launched a back prick.

Don't ask why.
To be continued...