On this side, Bei Zhikang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and with his hands behind his back, he sucked the tea leisurely, and from time to time he hummed a play excerpt he liked.

Zhao Yang sighed, "Old man, do you know what our 3/7 base is said on the forum now?"

"Um?"

"'Oh, it's the base that Teacher Cang often goes to', that's what they said." Zhao Yang said, "I didn't say that this is the base where Li Cang is, nor did I say that this is Li Cang's home. I don't know much about what the meaning of your pulling is like this. Sometimes, some things are only a line of separation, but the results are vastly different."

"Okay, I know what you mean..." Bei Zhikang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yang, "I am old. What is important is no longer what I can give him, what I can leave, what you can give him, what you can get."

"This..." Zhao Yang said suspiciously, "Old man, you're afraid you're secretly suffering from some terminal illness from hiding it. If you didn't have much time, you would have said that now, the old Chinese medicine and Mongolian doctors who receive special allowances in our hospitals, the second hospitals, and the other two have awesome old Chinese medicine doctors who receive special allowances..."

"Get out! The little bastard is not at all positive!"

After a while, Bei Zhikang, Wu Nansen and the old staff officer had a pot of good tea. When the old staff officer was already anxious to find the toilet, several old silver coins looked at each other for a while.

"Yangzi, let Xiaobian start too!"

"Clam?"

Bei Zhikang said seriously: "This battle must be fought beautifully, regardless of the cost, one drill and one tooth, and the base must not repeat the same mistake in the same thing!"

Zhao Yang yelled and turned around to notify the people under his command.

I thought that from the fact that the base was the only one who was the only one who was a base to the one who was off-line to become a base Amelie Carmenro’s three-legged tripod still made the old guy unable to hold back. The terrible influence may have reached the point where other bases wavered the correctness of the system, so I had to choose this excessive exaggeration, otherwise with this old guy’s usual style and urinary nature...

emmm..

The old guy is really excited. Not to mention, he is very fierce and has strong methods.

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The National Protection Network is a major island, the Stafford Ancient Colosseum, and the Bian Show home court.

He was discussing fiercely with Liao Hongqing whether to go to Baiyu Palace or to the shooting range next time he washed his feet. He repeatedly confirmed the order and took a deep breath: "Hey, buddy, you have a good reputation today. I specially selected these people by name. Look at who they are?"

Liao Hongqing stared at Bian Xiu in a daze, but his expression soon changed, throbbing, trembling, and even a little crazy: "He...they are..."

"Yes! It's the ones I've been with you! Your enemies are right? They may have to endure it for a long time when they die in the Fusheng Island Chain. Anyway, there is no shortage of people working in the Fusheng Island Chain. If the boss asks me to choose people, I will try to get them out! Don't worry, these are just a few of them. There are opportunities later. Maybe when the base is relaxed in the future, you will be in a bad mood and you will be in a bad mood to relieve your boredom!" Bian Xiu cares on his shoulders with Liao Hongqing, "But it's not possible now. Brother, you don't know how difficult it is to get a Chinese face from there. This is the boss who will give it to the boss himself, otherwise you can only choose some ghost guys-"

"Thank you! Thank you... Thank you..."

"I'm so bad, don't cry, don't hold me to cry if you want to cry, so old people are watching. Do I want to be honest? I have a girlfriend!" After a while, when Liao Hongqing vented his emotions, Bian Xiu said, "It's a pity that you can't let you do it yourself. Look, these people, just hold on, haha, Fusheng Island Chain is simply a welfare home compared to me!"

Behind the two were countless soldiers and ships. Located on the magnificent light belt of the Zhiji Island, there was an altar that was not very decent and seemed to be, at least, should not appear in the base.

The totem is outlined with simple lines on the stone floor, and finally it extends to dozens of towering primitive rock pillars around it.

There is no sacrifice table, there are no hanging banners, scriptures, and banners.

Even the wine, fruit, pig head, peanut and melon seeds that should have been used for sacrifices were almost eaten by Bian Xiu and Liao Hongqing.

Bian Xiu lit three particularly thick yellow paper old dry tobacco and put them in his mouth and held them in his mouth. He reached out and pulled a wine jar half a person high, raising his head to the sky and the ground, and said something that no one could understand in his mouth.

Most of the drinks followed his strange movements, and his claws were spread onto the stone floor of the altar. After the blue-black stone floor was wet, it began to show a strange blood red.

"Um~"

Bian Xiu winked at the head of the garrison with a nervous and serious expression. The soldier pulled the bolt and turned around and left.

"Uh! Bah, fire, I mean to give me a lighter!"

“…”

Three old dry tobaccos lit up, and the smoke was curling.

It is strange to say that a dull yellow-brown smoke suddenly filled the altar with a radius of 100 meters, forming a nearly elliptical and aerosol deposited area of ​​eyes. Except for this area, there was no change around it as usual.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of yellow paper ash. With a loud bang, three old dry cigarettes were inserted straight into the stone floor.

At some point, Bian Xiu's outfit changed. He had already put on a mask with only twisted lines and no faces on his face. He was wearing a dirty robe with yellow yellowing. It turned yellow and turned black and white, and the black and white turned five colors. In the entire altar, the yellow aerosol layer was only two feet high as the boundary. The sun was shining above and the underworld was treacherous. The images of unpredictable ghosts, ghost faces, beast heads, and dead bones wandered under it, revealing a little terrifying trace from time to time.

"Take it over..."

"Bring people!"

The officer responded and waved his hand, and a group of big-headed soldiers dragged people like wolves and tigers into the altar, locking their limbs and necks to the ground through secret locks and chains.

The officer took out a piece of paper covered with a red official seal and signed with a red pen from his pocket. There were even words "XX QQ Tax Statement" and smaller handwriting on the back of the paper. He cleared his throat: "Cough, the following list of personnel will be sentenced to death and executed immediately, see: Li Dahua, Ma Changhao, Zhao Zhouwen, Ashfak Knowles, Isley Bakar——"

Before I could read the third name, someone fainted.

There are no charges, no statements, no prosecution, nothing, but what is more hasty than hasty is the execution method and atmosphere.

emmm..

This is also the first time in history that Liao Hongqing has learned about his friend in depth. He never thought that a beautiful young man with a handsome back and a handsome waist and a handsome face and a round voice like a Hong Zhong's lyrics. The whole style of the painting changed, just as if an old man entered a bat cave. His violent voice was strange and terrifying, making people unable to help but fight a cold war.

Hurry~

The rusty chains roared, and hundreds of unforgivable men and women were like being pulled and knelt on the stone floor by something, accompanied by a dull or crisp sound of bone cracks.

In an instant, the strong wind suddenly rose and the temperature dropped sharply, and cried and screamed and begged for mercy and confessed guilty.

Bian Xiu turned a blind eye and everything was in order.

I have been quenching my death sentence for so long, so what kind of dignity do you deserve? You have to die first and then die first.

The sound of broken clothes was endless. The naked human figures were forcibly pulled down by some invisible force, lowered their bodies, kneeled down, and spread their five fingers to tear their muscles to their wrists, holding the ground.

Black and red blood flowed from the torn fingers to the ground, the swim-out lines attracted each other, and gradually painted some totems and symbols that seemed chaotic and without any regularity on the stone slab.

"rise!"

Stafford Ancient Colosseum, which had been silent for several years, returned to the hustle and bustle. The seats, spectators, banners, ribbons, beast bars and weapon stands all back, crowded with people. On the middle platform, a woman dressed as charming as a blue peacock dressed like a screen-opener and a giant man carrying a huge wooden totem jumped down and stood silently to the designated location.

"Go!"

Bian Xiuxin pointed at the finger of the hand, and the five-colored aura fog suddenly gathered towards the totem giant man. As the totem tattoo on the surface of the giant man's body and the symbols on the wooden totem on the shoulders were lit up one by one, the five-colored aura fog that had already entered the giant man's body with his breath suddenly exploded countless fine cracks on his skin and drilled out again.

The giant man's expression was twisted and roared and hoarse, and all kinds of pain even crossed the barriers between the body and space and began to affect the people around him.

Obviously, even for corpse puppets, this kind of ritual is still an unbearable burden for life.

Bei Zhikang has mentioned many times before that Bian Xiu is very special, very special. His abilities are unique among many prayer skills. The scope of warding disasters, deterring evil spirits and eliminating epidemics is too wide, not to mention that his ability is still a pure skill without adding water.

Theoretically, as long as there is enough piety and rituals, he can form a system and strategically spread out the group buff that Tao Hongben and Xiahou Haiwei, who personally presided over the design of the National Protection Array, would sigh at the crowd, as well as all kinds of incredible abilities to give living and dead people.

Because of this, Bei Zhikang would use a large amount of resources to overcome the abilities of Bian Xiu at all costs. In the end, even the Stafford Colosseum was handed over to this young man. Now, after being criticized for a long time, Bei Zhikang may finally be able to emphasize the previous sentence in a low-key and polite manner: I am optimistic, this is how Bian Xiu is used!

The totem giant man was in the final state like a fragmented porcelain doll being barely fought back. The dark and deep cracks were intertwined on the surface of the corpse doll, and even the skill seeds were shining in the gaps in his chest, and they could even see the shimmers of his chest flashing slightly between the hunched blood vessel tendons.

At this time, the totem giant corpse doll's extremely miserable shaking body brewed with an unparalleled sense of oppression, just like lightning during a storm lit up everything but the thunder had not arrived.

With the illusion of the totem of the totem of various five-color mist transformed into weapons, the totem giant Dai Bianxiu, who endured all this, had less stiffness and a little more agility. With a roar full of pain or pleasure, the giant suddenly inserted the totem carried on his shoulder into the earth.

The wind and clouds change color, and the thunder and clouds gather.

A blood-colored halo filled the altar, and then included the array base island. As the nodes and veins of the National Protection Array spread rapidly, infected and assimilated like lightning.

Buzz ~

The Great Array of Protecting the Country suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light, just like spring dew and autumn frost, filling the entire airspace with a touch of scarlet red. The coverage range is thousands of kilometers as a radius. The brilliance of its light even suppressed the light and shadow of the transition storm at a certain moment. For only a moment, it was still unquestionable suppression.

The next second, Bian Xiu squirted a big mouthful of black blood.

Not only was his blood spray, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all flowing outwards, or brown or dark brown, with something like the blood that was about to solidify. This was the case with every pore on his body. In just a few seconds, he almost covered his whole body, making him look like a poured version of the fresh Terracotta Warriors.

"Don't move! Don't touch me!"

"Then what should I do? Are you okay?"

Liao Hongqing stretched out his hand, neither moving nor moving, and his face was full of anxiety.

Bian Xiu could vomit blood-like substances at the beginning, but in the end it was full of yellow mud soup: "Tell you to be good. When you see this kind of thing in the future, don't get involved. If you really want to go up and help, the most optimistic result is that you lie down and I will get up!"

"There are still unoptimistic?"

"Yes, we both lie down, maybe we have to bring them along!"

Liao Hongqing may have been tortured for too long before, and his thinking angle was a little clear. He thought hard for a while and chose to lift the wine jar: "Why do you drink some more and rinse your throat?"

"You fuck..." Bian Xiugan was speechless and muttered weakly, "I didn't drink it just now, so I'm still asking me to drink it now?"

"That water?"

“…”

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At the 3/7 base warriors and servants of fate who seemed to be fed with chicken blood, Lao Wang widened his eyes: "I'll go! Is this Bian Xiu? Is it such a big show?"

The five-color aerosol and the rattles and sisters drums, hammers, and big bowls are so easy to recognize. Although they are not physical, the tone they make are really sunset, which makes people want to go into the house and go to the kang, close the door and the windows, weld them to death.

Li Cang watched the power of an ordinary wild boar knight in the defense army jump from 160c to 1.1kc. With his determination, he felt a little scared: "Damn, I'm afraid that Bei's silver coin is not to make an excitement to show me, I directly sacrificed the silly boy Bian Xiu to the sky with a look, right?"

Lao Wang seriously agreed: "Absolutely, I can smell the movements of fellow men on the old guy at a glance!"

"The National Protection Formation can still be used like this. It seems that this thing is more expensive than I thought. No wonder the base is so poor..."

"I'm just showing myself now. If the four Dharma Kings of Xiahou Haiwei Tao Hong Benmatinis gathered together, tsk!"

"Xiahou Haiwei should not do it. He is not specialized in this regard. As for Tao Hongben, most of that guy is in his eyes and theory. He is considered a lie with Xiahou Haiwei."

"Teacher Cang..."

"Um?"

"I feel like I'm old, I'm afraid I'll be photographed on the beach soon!"

"You are whining, go and do things!"

Lao Wang finally felt comfortable and smiled happily: "Okay~"
Chapter completed!