After a round of wine, the atmosphere became solidified invisibly. Lord Vazina knew that it was time for him to speak. He took a deep breath, stood up, and then knelt down on one knee, "Second Prince, the Empire needs your decision the most now, only you can bring us true justice and dignity."

Immediately, the whole room bowed to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man smiled, "You guys, I'm afraid I can't bear such a heavy responsibility. You should say these words to your father and my elder brother."

"No, no! Although the king is wise, he is too addicted to the Federation. Only the Second Prince, you are the leader who is truly close to the people's sentiments and understands public opinion."

Lord Vazina did not take the prince's stubbornness at all, showing his only loyalty.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly, and a sharp flashed in his clear black and white eyes, "Then you must make good use of this incident and give my humble big brother eye drops, the pillar of the younger generation of the Porter family, haha."

Molden was killing wildly. The radiation drug had lost its effectiveness. He had already felt that the high dose of radiation began to affect his body. His eyes were a little blurred. Fortunately, there were no ghosts or hallucinations. He could still fight!

He no longer knew how many people he had killed. The harsh environment and these madmen who were completely desperate made him regret it. He was not afraid of death, but ignored the situation of the Tutankhamun Empire. Damn it.

Suddenly, Molden's eyes were empty, and he was shocked to find that all the enemies that rushed down were destroyed by him.

Have you won?

Molden put a few more pills on it, and at this time he was too lazy to care about the side effects.

It was the sound of sand flowing rapidly and densely. Only when a large scale person ran on the dunes, the silent and scorching air became even more anxious because of this sound.

Molden, who was exhausted from sex, raised his head and felt despair for the first time.

As the best disciple of the Porter family, Molden will maintain ambitions in any environment and under any circumstances. Only by not giving up can there be a glimmer of hope!

But, the current situation...

Why can I be optimistic???

At least two hundred lunatics are coming to kill him. These guys are monsters that they can eat, even the same kind of monsters, even crueler and more crazy than mutant beasts!

Molden's face turned pale, looking around, was the sand of death his last burial place? By the way, he is one of the best disciples of the Porter family. If he dies here, what will the Porter family react?

The feeling of conspiracy is getting heavier and heavier. As long as he dies, even if the Potter family knows there is something wrong with it, they have to get in. The best disciples die and the family that cannot take any revenge is a kind of cowardice. Once the family loses the awe-inspiring tallness, some allies may turn around and become dangerous enemies that trip you up!

Is anyone trying to attack the Porter family?

This is what Molden, who thinks he is smart, most intolerant. Before he knows it, he becomes a pawn to wield the family.

The final battle is about to break out!

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, walking slowly step by step, with his shiny bald head and the coffin on his back attracted everyone's attention like a whirlpool. That kind of attraction was like a young man who was about to explode when he saw a stunning beauty, not only temptation, but also thirsty.

"Ah!" Molden was stunned and recognized the shiny bald boy.

The main reason is that his head is so bright... so special.

At the same time, the crazy radiation people suddenly stopped. Muzi looked at Molden with scars all over his body in surprise, and finally turned his attention to those radiation people who were no longer humans.

"I'm just a passing..."

Muzi looked apologetic, and suddenly, the yellow sand suddenly seemed to have life. Countless sand hands emerged, dragging all the radiation people into the yellow sand. Not long after, the desert returned to its original appearance, as if it had always been.

Then there was nothing.

When Molden woke up, it was already evening. He opened his eyes and the surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of the wind in the Desert of Death disappeared.

He almost thought he was no longer in the Death Desert.

But he lay on the sand.

"You woke up. I'm leaving."

A voice sounded faintly, but Muzi still had no expression on his face.

"Wait."

Molden stood up, and the wounds left by the previous battle immediately came from severe pain, which made him almost fall down again. In the moonlight, he saw the bald head, which was so shiny that it reflected the moonlight.

Muzi stopped and looked at him faintly.

Molden's countless words in his heart, but under such a look, he couldn't even speak a word, just said "Thank you."

"No, you helped me last time."

Last time? Molden was stunned. Did he help Muzi last time? At that level, he was just meddling in other people's business.

"Wait a little longer, are you... really passing by? Can we see each other again?"

Muzi looked at Molden apologetically, then nodded, "What I want is buried here, I have taken it out, it's best not to meet again. Your life is not strong enough, so you can't be too close to me."

Molden was so amused that he was amused and moved slightly, causing a severe cough.

Since he was a child, he has never lost playing cards!

Muzi paused and said, "By the way, you'd better leave the Death Desert as it will continue to consume your life."

"What about you?"

Muzi just smiled. Wherever he died the most, he was his destination. However, the Federalist seemed to be really good. No matter how long he talked about it, he was not bad.

"This is my paradise."

Molden looked at Muzi's gradually disappearing back. His life was not strong. Could it be that he had a harder life?

At Tianjing Academy, Wang Chong and Barron were conducting one-on-one special training. Re-equipment is very critical for any team. Perhaps they will never be the most popular one, but defense is the foundation of survival. The distance between the Tianjing team can go depends on how long Barron can last. This is why, Wang Chong has been with Barron to confront him.

Barron roared, the soul power in his body was suddenly loosened like a compacted spring, and the explosive power poured into his body like a tsunami, savagely rushing!

Bang~~~~~~~~~~~~

A violent impact sounded, but this was not the end, the brutal collision, the second paragraph!

Barron's breath suddenly sank. He had already felt the power of the heavy pad recoiling. His legs sank, and the power of the recoiling immediately became his motivation. The second fierce force attacked again.

There was a muffled sound on the ground, and he endured a huge amount of strength. After this period of training, Barron was able to master the explosion skills. If you were to work hard, no one could compare with Barron. The training lasted long enough during the day, and even the body was repeating its movements when dreaming at night.
Chapter completed!