Light Spirit Epic Chapter 894: Fighting for Tianyuan (12)


Chapter 894: The fierce battle in Tianyuan (12)

“Husky, this is your call.” The Knight King handed the phone to the dog boy and said mysteriously.

“Wow for Husky?” The dog boy answered the phone and put it into his ear doubtfully: “Hello? Who is the woof?”

“Husky!” On the other end of the phone came a very familiar voice from the teenager, his mother Lian Yin’s voice: “Oh—thank God! You’ll be fine!”

“Mommy?!” The eyes of the canine boy gleamed with hope again: “You have come back to life?!”

“Bullshit, I’ve never died.” Lian Yin said with a hint of anger.

“Hehe… I’m sorry.” The boy said with a smile.

“Mommy is a superman, how could she die after being stabbed?” Lian Yin also laughed softly.

That’s not a bravado, it’s a real thing. As Patimo, Lian Yin’s vitality is hundreds of times stronger than that of human beings. On the side of the hospital, Lian Yin, who had just been released from petrification, was recovering smoothly under the spells of several therapists. The big wound on her left chest that was stabbed by the dagger has basically healed.

“You are with His Majesty King Arthur now, right?” Lian Yin added: “Mom will come back to pick you up as soon as she recovers. Until then, be honest and don’t cause trouble to His Majesty, okay?”

“Yeah!” The canine boy wagged his tail and replied, smiling sweeter than ever: “Mummy should be good too, don’t make trouble for the doctors.”

“Huhu.” Lian Yin hung up the phone with a smile.

“That’s great.” Arthur took the call from the canine boy: “Now, go wash and change into clean clothes.”

“Um…Uncle Arthur—” The canine boy blushed: “Don’t tell anyone about tonight, okay?”

“What’s the matter?” Arthur smirked and pretended to be stupid: “Are you still wetting the bed when you’re eight?”

“Ugh!” Husky was deeply stabbed by this sentence: “Uncle Arthur is so mean!”

“Hey, maybe it is.” The King of Knights picked up the canine boy like a puppy: “If you’re good, I won’t tell your friends about it. Otherwise– —-“

“Husky will be good!” The canine boy said depressedly: “Now let the people clean it first!”

A feigned smile appeared on the King of Knights’ face. All he could do was to use sarcasm and threats to distract the canine boy and make Husky temporarily forget that terrifying nightmare.

A child’s horrific experience as a child is bound to affect his or her life. Greenville was probably right, Arthur had to do something for the child.

At the same time, in the East African plateau, in the cannibal village of Bergmi.

The savages entertain their “Sonohasta” with a feast in the village square.

With the accompaniment of the original style, a large group of Pegmi people formed a large circle, twisting their butts frantically, and dancing a very coquettish dance.

“Hahahahahaha! Get more barbecue! The fruit juice should be more meow!” Paramidis eats and drinks, shaking his cat’s tail, and letting his tail dance with the sound. .

Bediver looked very depressed.

The werewolf took a bite of the roasted lizard, spit out the scales, and then hurriedly drank a few sips of juice, urging his companion for the 101st time: “Don’t patronize it, Palamy, it’s time for us too. Back to camp.”

“It’s still early, meow—“The big cat is completely drunk, and his face is red with excitement,” Those boys will take care of themselves, what are you worried about? Fan meow!”

“No, it’s you that I’m worried about.” Bedivere gave Palamidis another shot.

At that time, the Bigmie people brought more food, including the aphrodisiac mushroom soup that would make people drunk–the thing that Bedivere was worried about finally happened.

“Don’t drink that!” the werewolf exclaimed.

“Meow hahahahahaha!” Palamedis ignored Bedivere’s advice, picked up the stone bowl and poured the mushroom soup into his stomach.

After drinking, the big cat blushed almost all over, and Palamidis was like a steamed big cat, with a confused mist and a strong smell of alcohol.

The almost drunk Palamidis was swaying even sitting, murmuring indistinct words, completely amused.

“Look what good things you’ve done!” Bedivere sighed, covering his face, feeling very tired just thinking about carrying this dead drunk cat back to camp.

It’s not the worst.

“Meow hahahahaha! This is delicious? Don’t you drink meow?” The big cat continued to talk nonsense.

“Don’t drink. Don’t come over, you stink to death.” The werewolf couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol on Paramedis, so he simply turned his face away and set his eyes on the dancing Begmies.

“Meow hahaha, little Brady, how can you be so out-of-this-world—come on!” The big cat hugged Bedivere coldly, and the bowl of soup in his hand had been stuffed into the werewolf’s mouth. Weir poured mushroom soup into the werewolf’s mouth before he could react!

“Ugh?! Gudu—” Bedivere didn’t have time to resist, and had already drank a sip of the mushroom soup.

A burst of warmth spreads across the werewolf’s belly.


“Ahahahaha, this is good—” Bedivere also held up the stone bowl and gulped down the mushroom soup. He is also selling drunk, completely reckless.

The big cat and the werewolf began to chant a bunch of gibberish, and got up and danced, and even mixed in with the Pegme dancers, wriggling their butts.

Bediver was still awake at the time, but the surrounding scene seemed to melt together, and the whole world shook and swayed. The werewolf’s body moved more uncontrollably on its own, as if sleepwalking.

The banquet continued, but the Pegmi people pushed a huge stone bowl filled with potion and firewood at the bottom.

The wildlings came up and ripped off Bedivere and Palamedis and lifted them up into bowls.

“Ahahahaha, look! *Hiccup*, little Brady!” Palamidis burped his wine and laughed silly: “They even gave us bath water, *hic*, get ready. That’s it meow! Really thoughtful meow!”

“Ah, really!” The werewolf shook his head and replied, “Hehe—the water temperature is really good.”

He buried himself in the stone bowl again, letting the medicinal liquid soak his body.

There are various mushrooms floating in the wonderful potion, which is also the ingredient of the mushroom soup they just drank in their stomachs.

The aphrodisiac effect not only entered their body through drinking, but now it is directly absorbed from the “bath water” and seeps into every part of their body.

As a result, Bedivere only felt more dizzy, and the whole world was covered in a pink glow of happiness, with an indescribable beauty.

“Meowhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Barbecue meow!” Palamedis beckoned.

The savage people brought up a bunch of barbecued meat, and a cup of juice after another, feeding the big cat like a crammed duck.

“Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, delicious, delicious ——” Bedivere also leaned against the stone bowl happily, eating the delicacies brought by the Bergmi people, completely unaware of the scene The atmosphere was a little off.

—until the wildlings start putting vegetables and seasonings in stone bowls.

“That, eh—?” Bedivere shook his head as he watched the wildlings throw carrots and green peppers into their bathwater, with a moment of confusion at first.

“These savages’ bath water, *burp*, the ingredients are so strange, they even add vegetables—” The drunk Bedivere still maintained a sense of reason, but the speed of his thinking was obviously delayed. Kind of like dementia.

“Hahahaha, *hic*, who cares! Maybe it’s them, *hic*, the secret to getting rid of fatigue—” Palamidis got even more drunk and had to rest his head on the stone Beside the bowl, half of his body was leaning beside the werewolf youth.

“That…don’t get so close…it’s so hot—” Bedivere only felt that the smell of alcohol was running, it was hot like in a steamer, but he was limp, too lazy to move.

“Meow ha ha ha ha, are you shy meow?” The leopard warrior put his arms around the werewolf, “What are you afraid of, everyone is a man, *hic*, we used to take a bath together before, just on July 7th Years ago—you were just a little kid at that time, hehehe—“

“Seven years ago and now, *hic*, a lot has changed, okay?” The werewolf tried to push the big cat away: “And it’s too hot, don’t lean over—“

“Oh, hot, hot meow? That’s not my reason—” Palamidis shook his head to shirk his responsibility: “It’s obviously bath water—“

He was right. The hot water is indeed the bath water. The wild people kept adding fire under the stone bowl, and the large bowl of bath water had been boiled hot.

“Hey! The bath water is a little too hot!” Bediveville then climbed to the bowl and protested: “Want to heat us to death? Quickly lower the water temperature!”

However, the wildlings did not understand the English spoken by Bedivere.

Seeing that they couldn’t communicate with these wildlings, the werewolf looked around and looked for Professor Paul everywhere.

Not found. The professor didn’t know where to go.

The bath water is getting hotter and hotter, and if it goes on like this—

Bedivere was about to climb out of the stone, but was stopped by several Pegmies working together. They grinned and pressed Bedivere into the water, and despite the werewolf’s protests, continued to stuff the roast meat and vegetables into Bedivere’s mouth.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooo!” The werewolf with its mouth full of food choked on the bath water again, barely drowning. The bath water with strong anesthetic ingredients continued to take away Bedivere’s physical strength, making him unable to struggle.


At this time the werewolf thought something was wrong.

It’s not bath water at all, it’s a pot of soup!

And Bedivere and Palamidis are [soup], like stew in a pot!

The Pegmi people are not entertaining them, they are throwing them both in a big pot of soup, ready to cook! !

These wildlings are cannibals, and they’re planning to eat Bedivere and Palamidis! () “The Legend of Light” only represents the views of the author Raven D Vixas. If you find that its content is in violation of national laws, please delete it. The position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform . 【】,thank you all!


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