Let Me Game in Peace

Deep in the underground of Frost City, a man with white hair and white beard emerged from the ice cave.

“Finally, the agreement is lifted!” Frode almost roar towards the sky excitedly.

He traded with the gods, although he got what he wanted, but in the end he was fooled, his body melted into the ice, and he became an immortal iceman.

Now that the god has got the body he wants, the agreement is finally completed, and Frode is finally free again.

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Frode immediately walked out of the ice cave and saw the sky and the sun. He narrowed his eyes, and the long-lost sun made him almost crying.

“How many years … how many years … I’m finally back … I Frode … I can finally stand on the top of the earth …” Frode suppressed the excitement in his heart, with a trembling voice self-mumbling.

“Father … you … you …” Gaiman couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Frode.

Gaiman rushed back to Frost City in order to ask Frode as soon as possible to ask about it, but now that Frode has recovered and walked out of the ice cave, then there is no need to ask any more. I also want to know that what the mask man said should not be wrong.

“Guyman, Lan Shi? Has he returned?” Frode saw Gaiman and asked, grabbing his arm immediately.

“Come back … the mask man chose Zhou Wen …” Gaiman said intricately.

Lan Shi won’t die. He is naturally happy, but at the cost of Zhou Wen, Frode wants to be happy, but he can’t be happy. Frode’s approach is actually different from his idea.

“I knew that guy would definitely choose Zhou Wen, that ’s good, that ’s good, Lan Shi kept it, and I regained my freedom. This is a great event for our family, to prepare wine, I want to drink … … “Frod was even more excited.

Gaiman thought about it and sighed, “Father, Zhou Wen, he said, he is a man with clear grudges, and he will come to you.”

Frode laughed: “Come to me? I’m afraid it’s going to be next life. He doesn’t know how terrifying the existence of that strange god is. Even the most top human beings, like the ants, exist before the strange god. The devious god only needs a single thought head, and he can kill as many as he wants. Although Zhou Wen is really strong, he is far from that level, or that is a power that human beings cannot reach at all. “

“Well, let’s not talk about this again, to prepare the wine, how many years, I have not tasted the taste of wine again, now I have finally recovered my body and saved Lan Shi, and I have to celebrate today.” Fro De thought of the scent of wine, the whole person was a little bit fluttering, saliva kept secreting.

After he became an ice man, he no longer had a sense of taste or food, and he had been trapped in an ice cave. The only area he could move was only one ice cave.

Although some relatives would come to see him occasionally, the taste was still hard to bear, almost crazy.

Frode was an alcoholic himself. He had endured that many years, and now he just wanted to have a drink.

As for Zhou Wen, that is not in his consideration, anyway, Zhou Wen is not his son and grandson, he will die if he dies.

Gaiman secretly sighed, and said nothing, went to prepare Frode for wine, after all, Frode was able to survive, which is indeed a good thing for the Zhongji family.

“Zhou Wen … It’s really a shame …” Gaiman shook his head secretly.

In that case, Zhou Wen was still thinking about saving Lan Shi, and Lan Shi could make such friends. Gaiman thought it was a kind of luck.

Gaiman ordered people to prepare the best wine for Frode, and arranged for the core members of the family to meet him.

Since the news of Frode’s resurrection needs to be kept secret, it is not possible to tell all people in the Zhongji family that Frode’s resurrection is only to let a few core members know about it.

Frode sat at the table, watching all kinds of grilled meat and fish being brought up. His gastric juice was secretly mad, and almost the entire stomach was melted away.

“Where’s the wine? I want it, get it over quickly,” Frode called.

“Here it is.” Gaiman took over his precious spirits.

“That’s the taste, that’s the taste, how many years, and finally I can drink it again.” Frode took the wine, immediately opened it and sniffed, not yet, the taste of the wine that made him happy almost drunk. Already.

“What about Lan Shi? Why didn’t you see Lan Shi?” Frode was trying to drink, and suddenly thought of Lan Shi, Lan Shi was his most valued offspring. In such joy, Lan Shi should also be present.

“Lan Shi he was slightly injured and was resting.” Gaiman did not say that Lan Shi refused to leave, and wanted to give his life to Zhou Wen’s.

Rarely Frode is so happy, and Zhou Wen is dead. Lan Shi should be able to figure it out sooner or later, and don’t make Frode unhappy at this time.

“Is the injury serious?” Frode asked, frowning.

“It’s okay, just rest for a long time,” Gaiman said.

“That’s good.” Frost smelled the scent of roast meat and the smell of wine. He was already dying and couldn’t wait any longer. Now he wouldn’t hesitate anymore, holding the wine bottle and couldn’t wait to pour it out. Fill your mouth into the bottle.

“Today is the day when Frode is born again …” Frode was extremely happy in his heart, but suddenly felt that the bottle in his hand was pulled by a mighty force, took off his palm and let him open Mouth, not even a drop of wine.

“Who is it?” Frode was so angry that he slapped him on the table, staring at him.

But at this glance, Frode was stared wide-eyed, pump shrinking, and his body was a cricket.

Gaiman and the others also turned their heads. At this look, Gaiman exclaimed directly: “Zhou Wen … you … you are not dead …”

Zhou Wen held Frode’s bottle in his hand, and stood in front of the door just like that, looking calm.

“Strange god … Are you a weird god? It seems that you have already obtained a new student. Congratulations …” Frode stood up, changed his smile, and faced Zhou Wen saluted.

He naturally thinks that Zhou Wen is now occupied by the gods.

Gaiman suddenly realized that he carefully looked at Zhou Wen 2 eyes, and his heart was inwardly shouted.

Zhou Wen did not look at the respectful Frode, and looked at Gaiman and said, “If I let you bring Frode, did you bring it?”

“Your words, I have all conveyed to father, your previous agreement with him has been completed …” Gaiman said.

“That’s not my word,” Zhou Wen said.

“This is what you want me to do …” What did Gaiman want to say, but a single thought flashed through his head, even though he couldn’t believe it would happen, thinking that simply was a delusion, but watching With Zhou Wen, the thought couldn’t help coming up.