RoleplayNovel Chapter 36: Their dinosaurs are almost starving to death, while the crocodile is playing in the wate
Chapter 36: Their dinosaurs are almost starving to death, while the crocodile is playing in the wate
Chapter 36: Their dinosaurs are almost starving to death, while the crocodile is playing in the water?
Commander Hua held the microphone, waited a few seconds, and seeing that Lin Xia didn't seem to want to continue, couldn't help but ask a follow-up question.
"What method?"
You'll find out then.
Lin Xia spoke casually, as if she were talking about something that was already a done deal.
"Don't worry, I won't joke with my own life, nor will I joke with the fate of the Dragon Kingdom."
Commander Hua opened his mouth, wanting to ask but not knowing where to begin.
In the past, he would have been speechless.
But now—he stared at the young face in the sky, hesitated for a long time, and finally managed to squeeze out only one word.
"it is good."
The phone hangs up.
Commander Hua leaned back in his chair, gazing at the frozen water and sleeping crocodiles against the sky, his eyes heavy with emotion.
The white-bearded scientist next to him leaned over and asked in a low voice.
"What did he say?"
Commander Hua was silent for a few seconds before repeating Lin Xia's words.
The white-bearded scientist paused for a moment, stroked his beard, and muttered something under his breath.
"How many more is this child hiding?"
Commander Hua shook his head, his gaze falling on the boy in the sky.
"Now—we have no choice but to believe."
He paused, then placed his hands crossed on the table, his knuckles turning slightly white.
"Let me see, Lin Xia, what way do you have to break this deadlock?"
the other side.
The high-ranking officials from the Sakura Kingdom hurried into the lounge of the Eagle region, not even having time to knock on the door. Their faces were flushed, and their foreheads were covered with a fine layer of sweat.
Hawkish high-ranking official Hopkins was leaning back on a large leather sofa, his left arm around the shoulder of a beautiful woman with cherry blossom hair, and his right hand holding a glass of amber-colored whiskey, the ice in the glass already mostly melted.
The beautiful woman was wearing a well-tailored cherry pink suit, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, and was obediently leaning against him.
Holding a plate of exquisite wagashi (Japanese sweets), she slightly raised her eyelids when she saw him enter, then lowered them again.
Hopkinley took a sip of his drink, glanced up at the uninvited guest at the door, and spoke casually.
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? Is the sky falling?"
Yamamoto Ichiro, a high-ranking official of the Sakura Kingdom, stood at the door, his chest heaving violently. He took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice, but with an barely suppressed urgency.
"You must kill Yuan E! How dare those people from the Dragon Kingdom mock us like that!"
"You must kill them, or else—"
Hopkinley put down his glass, turned his head slightly, and cast his gaze diagonally over the rim of the glass.
Yamamoto Ichiro's voice caught in his throat, and he swallowed the rest of his words. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and cold sweat trickled down his temples.
Hopkinley slowly stood up, towering over Yamamoto Ichiro by about half a head, and looked down at him.
"Otherwise what?"
Yamamoto Ichiro instinctively took a half step back, his heel hitting the threshold to steady himself. He gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve.
"Otherwise—otherwise I'll have the skeletal dragon retreat."
As soon as he said it, he realized that the threat was as weak as a piece of paper.
But the words have already been spoken, and there's no going back.
Hopkinley looked at him and suddenly smiled.
He slowly walked around the coffee table and stood beside Yamamoto Ichiro, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.
He raised his hand and patted Yamamoto Ichiro's shoulder with just the right amount of force.
Yamamoto Ichiro's shoulders stiffened.
How will you leave?
Hopkins's voice was light and airy, as if he were talking about something trivial.
"Without the interference card, how are you going to leave? The interference card has already been used."
"Without the interference card, the Rhydon will not run away on its own."
"They just stay where they are, peacefully grazing and quietly sleeping!"
He withdrew his hand, lowered his head to straighten his cuffs, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were reading a menu.
"You can let them run, that's fine too."
"The Dilophosaurus made the first move, and the Brilliantaurus, sensing danger to its life, naturally ran away."
"But do you think your Brilliant Dragon will be able to escape when the Dilophosaurus makes its move?"
Yamamoto Ichiro's lips trembled slightly, and his pupils reflected Hopkins's unhurried, smiling face.
He wanted to say something, but it felt like something was choking him.
"you----"
Hopkinley turned around, walked back to the sofa, picked up his wine glass, and gently swirled it, the ice cubes making a crisp sound as they hit the sides.
He didn't turn around; his voice came from behind.
"I will keep my promise to you."
"The original crocodile will die, the Dragon Kingdom will lose, and I will keep my promise to you. Nothing will be missing."
He paused, turned his head, and glanced at me from above my shoulder.
"But I don't like being threatened. Otherwise—"
He smiled, sat back down on the sofa, casually draped his arm over the beautiful woman's shoulder, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.
"You know the consequences yourself."
Yamamoto Ichiro stood at the door, his face turning pale and then flushed, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
He stared at Hopkinley's head for a few seconds, his lips moved a few times, but in the end he said nothing and turned away.
The door closed slowly behind him with a dull thud.
Hopkinley didn't turn around; the liquid in his glass gleamed amber under the light.
The beautiful cherry blossom girl secretly raised her eyelids to glance at him, then quickly lowered her head again.
Meanwhile, the screen continued to play images of winter.
Time passed day by day, the calendar seemed to be fast-forwarding, thirty years, a full thirty years of winter.
Carnivorous dinosaurs huddled together for warmth.
Meanwhile, the three dinosaur groups of the Vegetarian Alliance are almost starving to death.
The group of horned dinosaurs were so thin that their ribs protruded, and they lay on the snow without even the strength to stand up.
Only five or six Ankylosaurus remained, their thick hides covered in frost, their eyes vacant.
The herd of canines almost disappeared from the scene, with only one or two peeking out from the snow.
The eyes of the vegetarian alliance members were red, and the barrage of comments was filled with crying.
【Ceratopsians—my horned dragons—only a few left—】
Even with its thick hide, the Ankylosaurus couldn't withstand this winter?
Where are the Cannibals? Where did they go? I can't see a single one!
[Skyfall, please, end this winter quickly, stop killing—]
The scene shifted to an underwater perspective.
Everyone thought that the original crocodile would lie quietly at the bottom of the mud and sleep, just like before.
But in the footage, a crocodile is swimming around in the water.
It's not the kind of listless, forced travel for survival, but a truly leisurely trip with a touch of playfulness.
The rest of them huddled together, heads touching, doing something that looked like they were having a party.
Although the underwater world is monotonous, the crocodiles have managed to find ways to make it interesting.
They were having a blast playing in the mud, headbutting each other.
When you get hungry, eat some rotten flesh and then keep playing!
Everyone was stunned.
Is that correct?