"You're the Black King of the Eighth Throne, and the first Black King ever, and I guess you're here for what I'm going to do, the Dresden Slate, and I don't know if I'm right."

The Golden King's words made Yang Cong smile: "Then are you ready?" ”

"Everything is fate, Lord of Darkness, if you want, take it."

The King of Gold didn't seem to have any intention of stopping Yang Cong at all.

"You're embarrassing me to take it." Yang Cong smiled: "However, I still have to take it, after all, this is my task, but I can promise you a condition." ”

"What do you want, I can fulfill you."

Yang Cong's words made the Golden King stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "I don't have any wishes. ”

Suddenly, Yang Cong remembered something: "I remember that you seem to like someone... What's her name ... Yes, it's called Crotia? Wizman. ”

When Yang Cong pronounced that name, Yang Cong's surroundings changed instantly.

It's not the big hall, it's an outer space universe full of planets.

When he felt that power, the corners of Yang Cong's mouth raised slightly: "Do you think that your little power can threaten me?" ”

Yang Cong's footsteps stomped slightly, and in the blink of an eye, the illusion around him was instantly broken by Yang Cong.

"Please leave, you're not welcome here." The King of Gold looked at Yang Cong coldly.

Crotia, so to speak? Wizman is his pain, and the name he has had the most pain in years.

"Are you sure you want me to leave?" The corners of Yang Cong's mouth raised slightly and looked at the Golden King: "Although you don't know my ability, your subordinates should have reported to you what I did." ”

Hearing this, the King of Gold fell silent, and the entire vast hall fell into a kind of silence, as if no one could break it.

Finally, after a long silence, the old voice of the Golden King came again: "Can you really resurrect her?" ”

"As long as you want, I can, but if you can't even believe it in your own heart, then naturally it can't."

Finally, the King of Gold exhaled lightly: "What does it take me to do." ”

"I need her body." Yang Cong said lightly.

"Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow."

"I'm not going to take the Dresden slate yet, I'll pick it up myself when we make a deal."

Looking at Yang Cong's figure that was gradually moving away, a trace of strange light flashed in the eyes of the King of Gold, and then a drop of crystal clear tears appeared in the corner of his eye.

Out of the building, Yang Cong went directly back to his station.

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The Golden King's efficiency was not ordinarily high, and not long after Yang Cong returned to his station, four rabbits carried a crystal coffin to his station.

However, after putting down the crystal coffin, the four rabbits did not leave, but acted as monitors and stared at Yang Cong, right? What does Wiezman do.

For these four rabbits, Yang Cong didn't pay attention, but turned around and came to the crystal coffin.

At this time, in the crystal coffin, there was a beautiful woman with yellow hair and snow-white skin.

"Crotia? Wizman. ”

This is her name, the King of Gold loves her, and the King of Silver loves her.

"Although I have always taken it by force, it is my merit to do something."

At first, Yang Cong's heart was to grab it if he wanted, but now he is different.

He now has absolute strength, and grabbing is no longer the best choice.

Sometimes it is not a better thing to let the other party hand it over willingly than to grab it.

Yang Cong opened the crystal coffin with a wave of his hand, and then Yang Cong took out a pill.

Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill, this was refined by Yang Cong himself, and the effect was no worse than that of Taishang Laojun.

With this elixir, Yang Cong directly controlled this Crotia? Wiezman's mouth opened, and he fed the elixir into her mouth.

After Yang Cong fed the Nine Turns Soul Restoration Pill into that Crotia? After Weizman's mouth, Yang Cong didn't stop.

He fed some of the life qi in his body into Crotia? In Witzman's body.

At the beginning, the king of Wuji Country had only been dead for more than a year, his soul had not yet dispersed, and his body was not too dry.

But Crotia? Weizman is different, he has been dead for decades.

So Yang Cong has to input some life qi to Crotia? Wizman.

Under the nourishment of Yang Cong's life qi, Crotia? Wiezman's pale face began to turn bloody.

The four rabbits around were all extremely shocked and looked at Crotia in the crystal coffin? Wizman.

Do each of them know this Crotia? How long had Wiezman been dead, but now the color of blood appeared on his pale face, and they were all shocked.

Then something shocked them even more.

Only to see Crotia, who has been dead for decades? Weizman slowly opened his eyes.

"I... I am... Where is it? ”

Crotia? Wiezman had just been resurrected, and his speech was still a little slurred.

But I can still hear it clearly.

"Hello, my name is Yang Cong." Yang Cong smiled slightly.

"Yang Cong? Chinese people? ”

Crotia? Weizman was stunned.

"Does Miss Wiezman look down on the Chinese?" Yang Cong looked at Crotia with a smile? Wizman.

Crotia? Wizman shook his head: "It's not, it's just a little surprised." ”

"There's nothing to be surprised at, I guess you'll be even more surprised later." Yang Cong smiled.

"Will you be more surprised?" Crotia? Weizman didn't understand what Yang Cong's words meant.

Saying that, Yang Cong turned his head to look at the four rabbits on the side: "Four, you should also say hello to me as the king of gold." ”

"Yes." The rabbit hurriedly replied.

"The King of Gold?" Crotia? Weizman was a little stunned, although she had been dead for so many years, her memory was still there, and she was not too unfamiliar with this.

"You'll see you later." Yang Cong smiled mysteriously.

After a few moments, the rabbit seemed to have finished contacting the Golden King, and then a figure appeared here.

"Crotia? Wizman. ”

Looking at the woman in front of him, for some reason, the King of Gold was stupid.

He just stood there and didn't take a step forward.

And Crotia? Wiezman also turned his head to look at the King of Gold, who hadn't seen him in seventy years, Crotia? Wizman no longer knew the white-haired old man in front of him.

But even though I didn't know it, I felt a touch of familiarity.

"You are... Lieutenant! ”

Crotia? Wiezman finally remembered the familiar feeling, and the man in front of him was the lieutenant from seventy years ago.