The Emperor’s Daily Nitpicking - Chapter 20

[Article 20]

In a short time, the metacarpal bone that the dog gnawed on seemed to be straightened again, and the middle finger had two more knuckles.

The skinny mouse let out a squeak, not knowing whether it was frightened by the touch of the bone or by the Kevin man, he turned and ran, but he didn’t find the right way and slammed into Osvid’s arm muscle. On, rolled two laps before running away in a hurry.

With just this neither light nor heavy impact, Osvid, who was lying on the ground, twitched his fingers twice, frowned and opened his eyes.

He didn’t understand the situation for a while, squinted and glanced around, and then suddenly sat up.

“Hiss—” He pressed the wound on the back of his head, took a low breath, then raised his eyes and asked, “What the hell is this place?”

Kevin stroked his left hand very casually and said, “Obviously, in prison. ”

As for the not-so-beautiful right hand, he hid it in the shadow of Yin, who was behind him, so he couldn’t see it from Osvid’s point of view.

Kevin pointed to the sign engraved next to the keyhole of the anklet, and added: “In the dungeon of the Northern Emerald Kingdom.”

Osvid’s face darkened completely: “The sand ghost tried to catch people, but in the end it was locked in the dungeon. In

the prison of the North Jade Country?”

This is indeed a bit strange to them, you must know that the North Jade Country is equivalent to the follower of the sand ghost, it is OK to help deterrence, don’t count on it if you really contribute.

Most of the time, the North Jade Country is busy and busy, and the sand ghosts wait for the benefits.

Looking at it this way now, there is a kind of meaning from full follower to equal cooperation.

“With cooperation, the exchange of interests is indispensable. Maybe the old and immortal Sapir in the Northern Emerald Kingdom suddenly has some bargaining chips, such as digging up a peerless treasure and so on…” Kevin fiddled with the keyhole on the anklet , seems to be researching how to break it open.

“Speaking of changing interests…” Osvid frowned and said: “What happened to the sand ghost today? Whoever touches who dies, what’s the joke?! Mutation?”

Kevin said casually: “Maybe this It’s just that interests are exchanged for results.”

Osvid: “…”

“Please don’t say such a horrible guess in that tone, thank you.” Mio’s voice came from the next door sullenly down the mouse hole, “I heard it as soon as I opened my eyes. I think it’s more worry-free for you to be dizzy.”

“Are you still alive?” Kevin asked in surprise.

Mio: “…I’m not all worthless.” There was

a rustling sound of clothes rubbing from the next door, and after a while, Mio’s voice moved to the wall and became much clearer: “Say Really, just one sand ghost like this killed so many of us, if there are more, what kind of battles will we be fighting…”

Who can beat them?

!

Not to mention the Golden Lion Country, the Northern Emerald Country, and all races in the entire continent, they can step under their feet.

“But they are still cooperating with the Northern Emerald Nation.” Osvid said, “So there is something strange about this, either their state is not as difficult to deal with as it seems, or there is something else that is holding back the Northern Jade Nation. Or someone else’s hands.”

Kevin was still fiddling with the anklet, and agreed with a “en” sound.

Speaking of hands…

Osvid suddenly raised his head and said to Kevin: “Where’s your right hand?!”

Kevin

: “…Is your topic jumping a bit high?”

He said to Osvid: “Okay, why are you suddenly asking my right hand?”

“What nonsense–” Osvid saw him talking about the topic, his face suddenly sank, and he leaned over without saying a word. Clamp Kevin’s right arm behind him.

“Just ask if you are asking, what’s wrong with doing it if you don’t agree?!” Kevin was dragged helplessly by him, so he stretched out his right hand, “So what’s wrong with my right hand?

” After the change, a little moonlight leaked from the wind above his head, just shining on Kevin’s right hand.

I saw that his fingers were long and well-proportioned, and he held the sword all the year round, but he did not leave any calluses. With a slight movement, the muscles and bones on the back of his hands would be highlighted, except that they were thinner and paler than Osvid’s hands, and nothing else. difference.

“How could it be possible…” Osvid’s expression became very complicated in an instant, and he couldn’t tell whether he felt more relieved or more unbelievable, “I clearly see-”

“Look What?” Kevin raised an eyebrow.

Seeing that your right hand was wrapped in sand…

Osvid opened his mouth and swallowed the sentence again. He frowned and hesitated. He really saw it clearly under such a nervous situation before. What?

Is it really just a matter of angle?

It still doesn’t feel right…

But if it is really wrapped in sand,