Chapter 095 Fool's Tales (Sixteen)

The seventh day of the copy.

Because Sibel was too poisoned, she had to hide in the forest to recuperate. The non-human camp temporarily lacked a leader and fell into the calm before the storm.

Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, Dongjin in the sky stopped making small moves and started to make trouble in the true sense.

"Dongjin, this is the defense map of each castle."

Outside the garden of the golden fruit tree, Duorui handed the map drawn overnight to Dongjin during the daily prayers of the nobles.

"I don't know how many trial-takers are hiding in the sky city. But so far, there are three-digit numbers who are truly willing to cooperate with us. So when do you want to start our cleaning work?"

Hearing this, Dong Jin memorized the drawings and replied casually, "Now."

In Duorui's stunned expression, he handed back the drawings he had memorized, and smiled as if it was a matter of course, "Many people choose to do bad things at night, but I am more rebellious, I like to do it during the day."

"Who makes the day love me so much? It would be a waste if we don't do a big cleanup in such good weather."

The big cleanup that Dong Jin mentioned at this moment really refers to the cleansing of a castle in the sky - but this time the cleaning is not done with water, but with blood.

The nobles in the castle made up excuses day after day, first relying on the resources on the ground to escape the disaster, and then further monopolizing the production of all golden apples to cut off the possibility of rapid evolution of those on the ground.

This deception was tacitly maintained by them for hundreds of years. The nobles have long been accustomed to the days of drunkenness and superiority. It is simply a fantasy to persuade them to change in a shorter time than writing nine days.

As for standing directly in the camp of the rulers and blocking the ground offensive with them, it is also pure nonsense. Because the biggest difficulty of the human camp is not the group of fantasy creatures on the ground, but these stubborn nobles themselves.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I've seen it these days. Those nobles are just people who are hard to reason with. It's better to just solve all the problems and replace them with our own people than to expect to cooperate with them. Anyway, there are only two days left. If we can survive these two days, let alone kill a few nobles, even if the castle in the sky falls down, it won't be my business."

Duorui accepted Dong Jin's plan well.

With the war imminent, of course, we must hurry up to solve the internal troubles first-since the nobles in the sky can't understand human language, then they don't have to listen to it anymore.

"-- Let's make it clear in advance that I want the king's head."

This is not only the agreement between Dong Jin and Duorui today, but also the agreement between him and Snake last night.

The reason why Snake was so surprised last night was because Dong Jin said that he could give him the king's head. In exchange, he wanted Snake's scales.

Who would think that a guy who could use the ruler of the human camp as a bargaining chip belonged to the human camp?

After hearing such a proposal, no matter how much evidence Sibel gave that night, Snake would only regard her doubts as the most boring joke.

Duo Rui didn't think much about Dong Jin's weird request. This chief MVP frequent visitor just wanted to make the best use of the skull. She didn't have much connection with the ground, so she couldn't make use of the value of this thing, so it didn't matter if she gave it to Dong Jin.

Compared to this matter, she is concerned about something else now: "You can do whatever you want with the head. I

just want to ask, you are not going to chop off the king's head with your own hands, are you?" Dong Jin did not expect Duo Rui to ask such a question in the end.

Among the castles in the sky city, the biscuit castle where the king is located is definitely the strongest defense. But because of the popularity and familiar faces Dong Jin has made in recent days, he comes and goes here as if he is strolling in his own backyard.

So it is his responsibility to solve the problem of the king.

If he avoids the most dangerous ones, who will be willing to cooperate with him in the future?

Seeing Dong Jin's acquiescence, Duo Rui couldn't help but reveal a slightly painful expression: "I remember you were going to kill all the royal family members, leaving only the little prince as a temporary puppet to hold on for the rest of the copy, right? Dong Jin, how can you be confident that he will still be obedient after you killed his father and brother?"

Dong Jin is a profit-seeking animal from head to toe.

These days he tried to let the little prince wake up on his own, but it didn't achieve the expected effect. Up to now, he has actually given up the line of the little prince's rise, and just planned to let him go through the motions and end this copy.

So he doesn't care whether the little prince hates him or not, or whether he is obedient or not.

"I am the mastermind. Everything that happened today is related to me. Whoever did it, what difference does it make?"

After saying this, Duo Rui no longer showed the toothache expression just now, but scratched her brown short hair irritably.

At this moment, her brown eyes almost rolled their eyes at him: "Dong Jin, can you be a little romantic?"

To what extent the little prince admired Dong Jin, anyone in the castle could give an answer. Otherwise, how could Dong Jin, the music master, be treated to such a degree?

"This can barely be regarded as a fairy tale. You should respect the little prince's boyish heart. The royal family in the cookie castle still depends on you, but can you leave the final blow to me?"

Dong Jin agreed to this.

Of course he knew it was a fairy tale.

Precisely because this is a fairy tale, he wanted to write the most perfect ending for this bloody fairy tale in his own way.

The cleansing of the corrupt nobles went very smoothly.

Since the sun was high in the sky, Dong Jin had happily resonated with Lei Ming's theatrical godhood.

The doubling of his military power, the ease of his illusions, and the crazy burning of his life allowed him to completely dominate the castle.

As for the golden apples that the nobles used as a trump card, he had replaced them with green apples that were everywhere two or three nights ago.

If it weren't for the fact that a nobleman smashed the apple to the ground without any harm today, the golden apple would have just lost some paint, and perhaps no one would have noticed the difference until the ninth day.

This farce that took most of the day ended perfectly with dusk and the bloodstains that matched the dusk.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, should I say this method is damaging or extreme?"

Duorui had heard Dong Jin mention the golden apples. It must be said that these apples are indeed enough to confuse the real with the fake.

Fortunately, Dong Jin was on her side at this time, otherwise she would be exhausted to fight against such a person with a jumpy mind.

Dong Jin admired Duorui's generosity.

He had secretly replaced all the golden apples, and even asked for the king's head. Not only did Dori not doubt him three times a day like Sibel, but she became more and more convinced of him. It

really focuses on trust, right?

At this moment, the audience in Dori's live broadcast room couldn't stand it anymore.

[No, Dori, open your eyes! The person in front of you is a double-faced spy who jumps back and forth, a third party that should not exist in this copy, and the complete mastermind behind the scenes! You are a person with a talent for lying, how could you be fooled by such a lie? ! ]

Immediately afterwards, another audience member gave an objective explanation: [It is because her talent is to lie that she was fooled so badly. As a person who will never be deceived by lies, once she is sure that the other party is not lying, she will never doubt it again. This is both her confidence and her arrogance. I can only say that I hope she will learn from her mistakes...]

While the audience in Duorui's live broadcast room gradually started one debate after another, Dong Jin had already stepped into the strange forest with his trophies. After seeing Snake by the lake, he said directly without any courtesy:

"This is your head, so where are my scales?"

Listening to Dong Jin's words that seemed to curse him to death at first, Snake's already gloomy golden eyes became even more gloomy. But these days, he has gradually become accustomed to Dong Jin's style of being angry and not forgiving, so he is too lazy to do anything.

After opening the wooden box and taking a glance, Snake confirmed that it was indeed the head of the Sky King. He looked at Dong Jin with an unclear look, and then the black scales like gemstones spread from his limbs to his neck.

When the darkest scale on the side of his neck slowly emerged, Snake tore it off without hesitation and threw it to Dong Jin.

Holding the blood-stained, hot scale that was completely opposite to the coldness of a snake, Dong Jin couldn't help but hesitate.

Snake didn't care about the pain, and didn't care about the neck that had begun to heal. He just said in a hoarse voice: "Get the things and get out of here. I'm going to try to turn into a dragon next time."

"Wait for me in the sky tomorrow. As for the other things, wait until I pull the castle down to the ground."

Dong Jin didn't know what the "other things" in Snake's mouth meant.

But what he was sure of was that Snake would never pull the castle down.

Originally, he was still hesitating whether to tell the other party that he didn't want any dragon scales but snake scales - who knows if the dragon scales can be used to detoxify?

But Snake had already started to drive him away, and he couldn't get more scales even if he stayed. Thinking that the dragon was at least the evolution of Snake, he casually tossed the scale, and then made a zipper-like gesture to express silence.

Seeing that Snake was still staring at him dangerously, Dong Jin finally gave up the idea of ​​watching the other party transform into a dragon and doing something with its evolution, and turned back to the castle with interest. As

expected, the eighth day of the dungeon was the final battle between heaven and earth.

Now the internal troubles of the castle have been eliminated. Even though the individual combat power of the aerial trialists could not be compared with that of the ground, because of the existence of the golden apple, a portable artillery shell and energy source, the two sides managed to fight back and forth.

This decisive battle lasted from dawn to dusk.

If it weren't for the limited energy of the fruits on the ground, which caused Snake to try for a long time last night but still be one step away from becoming a real dragon, this battle would never have lasted so long.

As the leaders of the two camps' trialists, Sibel and Dori were also a little impatient with this tense situation. The ninth day was coming, and no one knew whether the heavy rain would come in the early morning or at night.

But no matter when the rain came or when the dungeon ended, they had to deal with each other as soon as possible.

Therefore, at the same time, the two MVPs asked the same question almost synchronously:

"Where is that bastard Dong Jin?" / "Who of you has seen Dong Jin?"

In such a evenly matched situation, if Dong Jin appeared on their side, they would definitely be able to quickly lock in the victory. Even when he killed the crazy Snake alone, he was still thinking about Dong Jin's whereabouts.

Dong Jin, who was talked about by everyone, was sitting on the top of the golden fruit tree at this moment.

After returning home last night, he sacrificed his life to carefully look at the scale.

At that time, the "Eye of Truth" clearly told him that it was the only reverse scale of the Jiao, and its effect was far better than that of the snake scale.

So Dong Jin relied on this newly ground scale powder to eat almost all the golden apples he had selected before. The reason why it was almost was that when the butterfly chrysalis on his panel was about to be completely painted with colors, the scale powder in the bottle was not enough again.

It was only one millimeter away, and it was only one apple away.

After cursing his damn luck, Dong Jin, who had been watching the decisive battle all day, lifted his eyelids and looked at the moonlight above his head.

As he looked, the sky suddenly began to rain.

It was not the heavy rain in the prophecy, but a sweet candy rain like the opening of the curtain.

In this light rain, in the sudden boundless night, in the third resonance with the god of darkness and drama, Dong Jin bit off the last apple in his hand with a smile.

The next second, the pupa evolved and the butterfly flapped its wings.