Legend of the Dragon King of Ice and Fire

Theon was silent.

Zhuo Ge continued to add fuel and jealousy to provoke his blood: "You have been tortured by Rams Bolton. He has made you lose your dignity as a man. Don't you want to collect your debts?"

As soon as these words came out, Theon's face showed anger.

Obviously, using a small skin to stimulate him is very effective.

Zhuo Ge chattered endlessly and continued to increase his anger.

"He chopped off your fingers and toes and turned you into an eunuch...!"

"No, no, don't say it!"

Theon covered his ears in pain, and tears flowed out unsuspectingly.

Nothing to save, Zhuo Ge angrily scolded: "Female horse, you are really a coward!"

Not to mention the fearless Dothraki, even the little devil can't stand it anymore.

"Tiemin's face has been lost by you!"

On a whim, he suggested to Zhuo Ge: "It's better to kill this kind of waste, it's really disgusting to keep it!"

This suggestion touched Zhuo Ge's heart. Such a coward can't help him, and it really doesn't have any value.

Zhuo Ge suddenly grabbed Theon's messy hair, let him expose his neck, then held it with his other big hand, and began to squeeze him.

"Huhu..."

Theon, who was locked in his throat, gasped hard, his pale face gradually reddening.

Seeing Theon’s pained expression, Sansa Stark quickly pleaded with Zhuogo: "Kaoh, please don’t kill him here! He is not a coward, he is just lost in himself..."

"Sansa, you are as kind as you always have been."

The little devil said helplessly, his wife had suffered so much, and her innocence hadn't been wiped out yet.

At this point, it's much better than the smelly guy.

"Cough cough cough...!"

Theon coughed violently, almost dying.

Obviously there are hands to struggle, but the stinky guy is so weak and accepts it.

"When a dog is anxious, he knows to bite people, and he can't even resist. You really shouldn't live with waste like you. This world doesn't need someone like you to exist!"

Speaking contemptuously, Zhuo Ge increased his grip.

At this moment, Theon suddenly stretched out his hands and pushed towards Zhuo Ge.

Kao, who was out of reach, was pushed away, but he hadn't played yet, Theon was like a crazy beast, clenching his fists with both hands, and thumping him like a storm.

Theon's sudden violent rage was completely out of the expectation of the little devil and Sansa Stark, and they were stunned for a while.

This seemingly powerful fist fell on Kao but it was tickling.

And he didn't evade, not only was he not angry, but he smiled.

"enough."

Allowing him to vent for a while, Zhuo Ge reached out and pinched his thin hands tightly, and strongly stopped his crazy behavior.

Looking at Theon, who was full of indignation on his face, Kao asked in a deep voice: "The legal heir of the Iron Islands, tell me, are you awake?"

Theon gradually widened his eyes, looked directly at Zoge, and said with the increased volume he had used for a long time: "If you help me get Rams Bolton, I am willing to seize the salt throne for you!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhuo Ge laughed loudly: "For me, are you kidding me?"

Theon's face remained unchanged, and his voice remained high: "Don't think I don't know what you are thinking about? Now that you are attacked, you save me and Sansa, so that you can share your worries and leave yourself a way out!"

Zhuo Ge's complexion instantly dropped to freezing point, and he looked down at him with fierce eyes.

Theon's throat moved and swallowed. After composing himself, he didn't choose to back down. He still looked at him directly, bearing his sharp edge!

After the test passed, Zhuo Ge's expression eased.

"Very good, but you still can't."

Theon was startled, and murmured, "I, why can't I?"

This huffing pronunciation tells everything.

Zhuo Ge replied: "You need your sister Asha's help, she is more like a man than you."

Theon lowered his head, and he admitted it.

The woman has always been strong, no matter what difficulties she encounters, she never bowed to fate, and she once made a risk of breaking into Ramsay's cell to rescue him, but his cowardice led to the failure of the rescue operation.

Almost killed my sister.

He didn't know if his sister would forgive him, but as Kao said, he really needed that woman.

Zhuo Ge turned his face and ordered Tyrion: "Go on and let the scouts spread the news that Theon Greyjoy is in my hands."

The little devil knew that his Majesty's move was to attract Asha.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"The two of them will be arranged by you, and I will decide when I capture Rams Bolton."

This is the best arrangement, and the little devil is very grateful for it. After all, Sansa is his legal wife.

He bent down and thanked his wife: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Sansa also painted a gourd in the same way: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Tyrion was startled by his wife's actions, and then couldn't help but smile at her.

Sansa smiled at him also.

It looks good, this is how the little devil feels at this time.

"Okay, you can withdraw."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Tyrion helped Sansa go away, and Theon limped away with them without saying a word.

He just feels cold to the bone, his legs are so sore that he can barely move.

When the last person left, a silence suddenly enveloped the room, like the tranquility before a storm.

Suddenly, the melodious song passed through the silence, attracting Zhuo Ge.

So Zhuo Ge walked out of the room, and behind him, a line of guards followed him by appointment.

He followed the singing to the Seven Sacred Halls of Night Song City.

Not only was he attracted, but others also gathered in the past.

The originally empty church was so crowded, and Zhuo Ge had never seen it so bright.

A huge colorful light beam came in obliquely through the high crystal window. Candles were lit all around, and the candlelight dispelled the darkness.

Not only were the altars of the Virgin and the Warrior bathed in brilliance, but the altars of the blacksmiths, old women, girls and heavenly fathers were also full of candles, and even some fireworks danced under the inhuman face of Mo Ke.

The people of Night Song City visit the seven altars one by one, light a candle each, and then find a place on the bench~www.novelmtl.com~ The air is sultry and dignified, reflecting the shining of crystal and candlelight, mixed with incense and incense. The smell of sweat made Zhuo Ge, who was in a bad state of mind, dizzy.

He knew the hymn that was being sung, because the people of Westeros are all.

The gentle virgin, the source of mercy,

Bless your son through the fierce battle,

Stop the flow arrow, resist the sword,

Let them see a better tomorrow.

The gentle virgin, the woman's hope,

Help your daughter not to suffer,

Quell anger, tame frenzy,

Teach us to tolerate each other.

More and more people joined, and their singing overflowed outside the city, across the forest, and resounded across the sky.

Gods exist, but Zhuo Ge doubts the existence of the seven gods: "Can the gods hear the voices of these people?"

He knew the melody for most of the hymns, but he didn't sing along with them.

Suddenly, an old woman who was piously singing to the statue of the Seven Gods turned around and faced Zhuo Ge with a smile, her mouth squirming endlessly.

Slowly, another middle-aged woman with freckles turned her head and sang to Zhuo Ge.

Gradually, everyone turned their backs to their gods and faced their king.

The guard whispered to Zhuo Ge: "Your Majesty, do you need me to mobilize the Unsullied?"

"No, we are safe."

Zhuo Ge stopped him with a smile, he realized that these people were singing for him, and let the seven gods bless him and his warriors.

It seems that the policies I implement are those that the people really support.

No matter where it is.

Although Night Song City is only a small place, it gives Zhuo Ge infinite confidence. As long as he can defeat all the stumbling blocks and board the Iron Throne, he can build an ideal country!

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