Tang Xiaobao lay on the bed and asked the two women, "Hey, where is your Saint?"
The two women pretended not to hear.
"I'm asking you a question."
No response.
Tang Xiaobao was unable to say a word until the two women left.
Tang Xiaobao had nothing to do, so he stood at the window and looked at this highly modern city.
The scenery is nice.
After a while, someone knocked on the door.
A maid came to invite him to dinner.
The hotel has its own restaurant, which is of high standard and serves delicious food, but Tang Xiaobao cannot get used to the food there.
The God of Cookery also eats very little.
Tang Xiaobao also couldn't get used to the so-called fine wine.
Several security guards and maids stood beside them to protect the two of them.
It can be seen that when they looked at the God of Cookery, their eyes were full of admiration.
But when he saw Tang Xiaobao, his eyes were full of hatred.
Why.
Tang Xiaobao sighed in his heart.
Sure enough, being a prince consort is not that easy.
He guessed that someone would come to cause trouble in the next few days.
This is like walking into the tiger's den.
There's nothing we can do about it. We've slept with the princess, so we can't just ignore it. She's already sent bodyguards to China, so we can't just pretend to be ignorant.
If you sleep with someone, you have to take responsibility.
This is the most basic quality of being a man.
Yes, quality is important.
He said to Fatty Zhu, "Old Zhu, you have to make me something delicious someday. Otherwise, I can't stand it if this goes on."
The guards and security guards were all very familiar with the God of Food. Having seen how respectful His Majesty the King was to the God of Food, no one from the Holy Church dared to show any disrespect to the God of Food.
The reason is not only because he is the God of Food, but also because Fatty Zhu has an unusual relationship with the weird leader of the Holy Knights of the Holy Church.
But now, Tang Xiaobao actually asked the God of Cookery to cook for him. It turned out that the rumors were true. The relationship between Tang Xiaobao and the God of Cookery was extraordinary.
What surprised them even more was that the God of Cookery said helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay, whatever you say is fine, that's fine, right? I was also conscripted by you, and there's nothing I can do about it. Eh—"
Fatty Zhu suddenly asked the security guard beside him: "Where is your team leader?"
"He's not here today."
"Oh, he's often away."
"I haven't seen him lately."
Everyone answered.
Fatty Zhu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's great."
Tang Xiaobao was a little curious: "Why are you so afraid of him?"
"Oh, it's hard to explain in a few words." Fatty Zhu sighed.
Tang Xiaobao had just finished his meal and was about to return to his room when a security guard came over and said to him somewhat rudely, "Mr. Tang, our Holy Church's KOLS Saint has challenged you to a fight. Do you accept?"
Tang Xiaobao was stunned.
Hey, here you go again?
Still excited, right?
"Who is the Holy Son of KOLS? I don't seem to know him?" Tang Xiaobao asked, feeling a little unhappy.
Fatty Zhu smiled at Tang Xiaobao and said, "Brother, I'm going back to my room to rest first."
After saying that, he ran away. It seemed that he didn't want to get involved in these trivial matters.
Tang Xiaobao was speechless.
Good brothers, loyal.
What kind of good brother is this? He ran away because of something.
"You don't know JOS either, but you still injured him, didn't you?" the security guard sneered.
The other security guards also stared at Tang Xiaobao and sneered.
Tang Xiaobao also laughed.
If he smiles, the consequences will be serious.
Don't you want to challenge?
Come on, no matter how many Mr. Tangs there are, we can take them on. We can even gang up on them. We can not only save people, but also beat them up.
"Okay, where is it?"
"Come with me." The security guard turned and left.
Tang Xiaobao followed.
A group of security guards followed.
The hotel is shaped like a castle and has many floors.
Tang Xiaobao was taken to one of the floors by several security guards.
As soon as he entered the door, Tang Xiaobao was shocked by the scene.
There was actually a huge arena in front.
On one side of the arena, there is a big drum, and in front of the drum stands a man holding a drumstick in both hands.
There were several men standing in the audience, dressed in very strange clothes.
It looks like armor, with a novel style, and also like a battle robe. They all wear hoods on their heads and masks on their faces, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.
In short, he looks like a medieval knight.
Tang Xiaobao approached and asked, "Who wants to challenge me again?"
A man walked out of the crowd.
Wow, he's really big and strong, a head taller than Tang Xiaobao, all flesh, wearing very little, with a cloak behind him, looking very majestic, with a face full of flesh, just like the strongmen Tang Xiaobao used to see in movies.
"This is Knight Holstand of the Holy Knights of the Holy Church."
Someone introduced.
Holstatin?
What the hell is this?
The Magic Knights?
Isn’t this the monkey-headed man’s subordinate?
Big guys have big wisdom... Tang Xiaobao stared at the big guy and took a breath of cold air in his heart.
He sensed a dangerous aura and murderous intent coming from the big guy.
This is a master!
"You? Challenge me?" Tang Xiaobao pointed at his nose.
Horstendin leaned close to Tang Xiaobao and taunted him condescendingly, "You brat from the East, you dare to be so calm when you see me? Oh, Lord, I promise I'll break your neck in a moment. Do you know that your arrogance and ignorance will bring you disaster?"
Tang Xiaobao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Am I arrogant?
Am I ignorant?
Damn you, you are so shameless.
Tang Xiaobao has never lost a verbal battle, but after all, there are differences between Chinese and Western cultures, so he doesn't want to waste time talking today.
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