.

Of course, a full dress is inevitable, and the rest can be kept simple.

The cloak is a must, as is the belt inlaid with metal. The sword is a thin sword one and a half finger wide, the hairband is hollow, only the two smallest medals are hung, and all the buttons are replaced with the lightest ones.

A wind attribute gem... But even so, the weight of the emperor's body is not much lighter than wearing armor. When he moves a little, the friction sound of various parts of his body is very "clear".

Opening the door, the armored crow glanced sideways at Cohen, as if he was seeing the funniest thing in the world, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. If this expression appeared on other people's faces, it would be called ferocious, but

Cohen understood that this was actually the "smile" of a crow, and it was a knowing kind.

"Laughing, I can't stop laughing at you!" The resentment in Cohen's heart rose, and he reached out to pull off the face protector on his helmet: "Hide your face, the people here today are all enemies, hundreds of them.

priest!"

"I'm not afraid of meeting the priests, and besides, they can't recognize me." Crow lifted up his face shield with one finger and accompanied Cohen to Baohua Building: "But with the way you dress, are you afraid that people will recognize you?

"

"Are you saying that this young master is not suitable for wearing formal clothes?" Cohen asked with a cold face.

"No, I mean this dress doesn't suit you." Crow replied with a smile.

"Go, go, stand still." Cohen said impatiently: "Are you so bored that you came here to ridicule me?"

"No, I'm just teasing you by the way." Crow was not angry: "I don't think you can handle it."

"Humph, then I should be grateful for your sincerity." After going up to the top floor, there was no one around, and Cohen came to the terrace facing the Mortal Avenue: "With these two arrogant little princesses, my future is bleak!"

"If I had known this, why bother? This is the price of flirting with women." On the surface, the crow was indifferent to Cohen's sentiments. After a pause, the crow said: "I want to practice a few wife-beating martial arts here. Do you want to watch?

one time?"

Cohen turned to look at the crow, smiled and shook his head. This surprised the crow, because according to Cohen's character of plucking feathers, he would not fail to learn, not to mention that it was related to his life safety.

After thinking about it, Crow said: "Do you think this is my duty? Let me explain first, I will not help you beat your wife."

"Because of the relationship between you and me, I won't say thank you or other nonsense. To be honest, I'm really touched that you can help me think of this step." Cohen shook his head again: "But I'm not that eager to go.

Learn martial arts from you."

"Let's be clear." Crow leaned against the door frame, speaking in a bad tone - Cohen usually begged him for help, but today he was trying to sell good stuff, but he didn't want it!

"I am the emperor, Mr. Crow, so what if I am the best in martial arts? Is it useful to beat my wife? I have to be able to beat my mother-in-law!" Cohen sighed: "Besides, they are just gifts.

This creature is different from my wife."

"I don't think gods or demons will agree with your statement." Crow was quite satisfied with Cohen's answer.

"If we don't agree, we have to find a way to make them agree. This is my attitude." Cohen smiled and pointed a finger on the injured part of his chest: "Today's ceremony will be very lively, but in my opinion

, this is really a living farce. This kind of scene really makes the capital full of flowers and flowers, but who knows when they will shoot me again?"

"I think this is your heart-numbing nonsense..." Crow did not give up his desire to make Cohen stronger: "I don't have strong strength, so what's the use of complaining?"

"It's too late. No matter how hard I try in the short term, I can only keep pace with you and cannot reach the level I want. Since it is destined to be fruitless, why should I invest time and energy?" Cohen laughed.

Laugh: "Besides, in this world, there are too many things that I can't catch up with. According to their rules, I have no chance to catch up..."

"Why bother about that accident?" Crow shook his head: "Didn't you say that that force is not necessarily the enemy, and it helps you to a certain extent, otherwise you have to admit defeat to the demons yourself.

, very shameless.”

"I may not be an enemy that day, but what about in the future?" Cohen moved his finger up and tapped his eyebrows: "At present, what I am better than others is here, not fists, feet and swords. Why should I lose the watermelon to pick it up?

Sesame?"

Crow was about to comment deeply on Cohen's state of mind when he heard a familiar set of footsteps approaching, so he stopped talking and closed his eyes slightly.

The footsteps of this group were light and heavy, and the crow even knew who was the guard and who was the attendant.

The others stopped on the third floor, and only one person continued to go upstairs. Not long after, a man in a windbreaker arrived on the ninth floor and walked straight into the room where Cohen was. He coughed lightly and turned to the person who had turned around.

Cohen gave a half salute, then stood up straight and took off the hood of his windbreaker.

Cohen turned around and bowed with a full salute: "Good day, father."

"Well, we haven't been scared to death by our emperor." With a faint smile on his face, Prince Visu Keda stretched out his hand to stop Cohen from moving the chair: "I came in a carriage and sat in the underground palace for so many times.

God, I'd better stand there for a while."

"Dad, the view here is better." Cohen chuckled.
Chapter completed!