Sure enough, I heard the guy known as the "God of War" say and laughed evilly, and then the foot on top of my head slowly moved away.

I numbly lifted my head and saw the so-called "God of War", who spread out his hands and faced the crowd of onlookers, and the barbarians raised their hands and cheered as if they were encouraged, and the so-called "God of War" raised his stolen spear as if he were a victor.

"Rome! Rome! Rome! ”

The barbarians clenched their fists and shouted, and spat at me from time to time, and I did not understand how Rome had offended them, or did I deserve such humiliation for what I had just done?

The so-called "God of War" turned his head, he looked down at me, and I, looking up at him, had an unstoppable arrogance in his expression, and a heartfelt contempt for me, which is probably the reason why I let him put his foot on my head.

I put my hands on the ground and supported myself to my knees, I didn't want to kill this guy who was far less strong than me and dared to call himself the "God of War" right now. But at this moment I looked back and saw Andrew, and I had a boiling urge to calm down in that moment.

He was now weak and bloodless, dying, and if he was not treated in such cold and damp conditions, he would probably be infected and die. I didn't dare to do it myself because I was afraid that my only friend would die at my own hands.

I have only one companion left, and I swear that if my hundred-man team were still alive, I would kill this tribe to the bottom and let their blood stain the ground red, as Aetius did with the Burgundians, but I had nothing but a lonely man, and to put it bluntly, there was nothing but the centurion's head.

"I had no choice for Andrew's sake."

I slowly stood up, restrained my unstoppable arrogance, and muttered to myself, my clenched fist loosening once more. I don't know what to say, maybe it's the sacrifice I will have to pay for my mistakes.

"Hey." I beckoned to the "fake civilization" kid, "Tell me, what else does your god of war want to do?" ”

"Ahem!"

This forced man also pretended to clear his throat, and he thought that he would not be able to speak if he couldn't clear this forced throat.

In the end, this deflated calf opened his mouth, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "Oh, it's nothing, it's just that our god of war wants you to kiss his feet, I don't think this request is too much!" ”

"What!"

I almost didn't control myself, I thought to myself, if I didn't mean that my brother was unconscious here, if you didn't save him and he would put out the fire, I wouldn't have chopped you up and fed the dogs!

My voice raised an octave, and this time the "god of war" was startled, and this forced person still knew that he was afraid, and his shoulders shrugged, just like he had polio. One doesn't even look back at me and goes straight to the idiot who will drop Latin. This stupid guy doesn't look thinner than the god of war, I don't understand why this pig's head is so afraid of this thief, and those fair ladies, if the pockmarks on the face are removed, it will be a lot more perfect, but God always doesn't want people to be perfect, not only has a pockmarked face, but also gives a brain like a pig and the same eyes as blind, how can I look at this puddle, wait for my eyebrows to come up, otherwise the image of a beautiful man now will not have any room to show!

Thinking in my heart is always to blame in my heart, I can't say that, if it weren't for this Erqiu who understands Latin as a translator here, I would have scolded them casually and they would laugh and think Lao Tzu was praising them.

"Holy shit!"

I'm angry out of my native language.,Speaking Latin every day for such a long time.,At first, it felt magical.,Now it's been a long time.,Even speaking the native language has a feeling of a dirt dog farting.。 I swear by this sentence, that two balls can't be translated even if you rack your brains, hum, yes, this is special cultural suppression!

"What?"

Hey, these two balls don't understand and Zou frowned, relying on his god of war behind him to be fat, he dared to stick his ears up, I just said ten times if you can understand or what.

"It's nothing, what about praising you, let's discuss the issue of kissing your god of war's feet, after all, it's the god of war, and this foot is also gilded, and kissing it is also a blessing from my cultivation!"

Alas,, my eyes are glowing after listening to this, and the big watery eyes are staring at me, and those eyes can really speak, as if to tell me: Oh, okay, finally enlightened.

There was no delay at all, really, this second ball was not delayed at all, just watching him turn sharply and stand on tiptoe in three steps and two steps like a ballet to fly to his "God of War", close to the ear and say this. Hey, that "God of War" is worthy of being the "God of War", and the hand that was buckled on the broken leather shoes before he finished his words was already exculpitable, and I don't know what he was anxious about.

"Give me a kiss, oh, can you not~"

I'm sorry, I can't help but think of such a lyric, because the posture of this thing is like a dragonfly dotting water, I can't help but hum the song for his steps, oh, is this the artistic conception? I instantly felt that I was much smarter than the fool who secretly unraveled the tuba by the river, watched his Xiang drift away with the waves, and could make a fortune at this time.

Just when the "God of War" is still four or five steps away from me, the smell has not yet arrived.

"Oh, are you rotten from Nima?"

Such a distance, a smell of dead corpses, this is still the power of one foot.

As he slowly approached step by step, my tears flowed out, Nima was so stinky, I pinched my nose with my hand, and kept scolding in my heart: "Get out, you stinky thing!" ”

This ** smiled lewdly, and I instantly understood where the "God of War" came from, oh my God, I don't know how to describe it. The stench came like a wave of the sea, and I fell back again and again, if it weren't for my well-trained and steady steps, I would have been overturned!

"Hey, Romans, it's time for you to make good on your promise!"

That two-ball translator has long been hiding far away, presumably he has seen such a huge power, okay, dog Laozi!

The foul-smelling feet slowly stretched out in front of me, the back-blistered white and peeling stinky feet, oh, this guy lacks vitamins. I recommended vitamin pills to him in my heart.

Hey, his toes were still moving, oh, the smell of dead bodies made me retch, I looked at that foot, and I didn't dare to take my mouth, I was afraid that if I kissed him like this, my mouth would be full of sores the next day.

"Hey, Roman, why don't you kiss?"

Alas, this "god of war" has not yet spoken, and the dog translator can't bear it, and like him, a large group of people are staring at me intently. I don't understand, how do your eyes hold on to this smell, alas, that old witch, why don't you chant the sutra and open your eyes?

I really wanted to give this dog basket a kick, but at this critical moment Andrew snorted, and it seemed that he also asked about such an unfriendly taste.

At this point, I swallowed my saliva and slowly leaned down, seeing that the foot was getting closer and closer, and the taste was getting stronger and stronger, I couldn't open my eyes.

I did a great job of convincing myself to slowly let go of my hand and purse my mouth. As my mouth moved downward, I clearly felt an invisible force field, good guy, the smell has a protective layer.

I choked up a few times, but my lips still broke through the protective layer and touched the rotten flesh underneath.

Forget it, I can't write it anymore.