Although my grandfather was still leading the team to rush back, a few dozen people were quickly submerged in the sea of ​​people. From a distance, there were only swords and guns like a forest, but my grandfather could not see his figure. If it weren't for the shouting of killing in the center of the military formation, who would have known that a veteran was leading the team to fight?

Lao Wang finally couldn't help it: "Sister Yun, give the order! If this continues, everyone will be exhausted!"

My breasts slowly raised their right hand, but I heard a roar from the military formation: "Breaking the Void Fist!"

When my breasts turned around, a tiger several meters tall had already stood up among the thousands of troops, with both claws raised, and the wind roared. The tiger claws fell, the loess was flying, and the figures were flying. The military formation that was still surging and rushing in a flash was cleared in an instant. My grandfather stood in the mountain of corpses, laughing with a knife, "How about my Breaking Void Fist? Isn't it worse than my grandson?"

Although my master is full of passion, he is already at the end of his strength. As soon as the Breaking Void Fist was released, he was no longer able to fight back.

My breasts didn't even say anything and flew towards my master. At the same time, there was a sound of horses coming from the inn. Eight war horses broke out at the same time, and the eight-color leather armor of the knight was immediately in sight.

Eight Banners Generals?

The ghost generals who I had been waiting for had finally come out, but they were urging my horse to rush to the formation when my grandfather was the weakest.

My grandfather looked at the ghost general and raised his sword to open the mountain.

Eight ghost generals, horse hooves are like thunder and figures are like tide.

But my grandfather was not moving as a mountain, pointing at the sky with a knife.

My breasts accelerated repeatedly, and my body brought up a series of phantoms. The sword in my hand was unsheathed, shaking the sky for a long time.

In an instant, eight ghost generals, with their bodies under their bodies, their spears lowered, and the war horse under their crotch accelerated instantly. They wanted to use the force of the war horse's crazy rushing to tear my grandfather apart.

My grandfather did not move his sword, his eyes closed slightly, and his eyes were also locked in the ghost general in the lead.

Anyone who knows my master knows that he is trying his best. The moment when his opponent's spear penetrates his body, the moment when his blade shoots down and takes away the opponent's head.

The moment of blood and heroism may come in the next moment.

The sound of the wind brought by the ghost general's spear blew open the white beard on my chest. My breasts suddenly appeared behind him and hugged my grandfather's body in the waist. The sword in his hand collided with the spears of the eight ghost generals, sparking sparks, and people also retreated step by step.

Eight ghost generals interlaced with spears and attacked repeatedly, chasing behind my grandparents without any hesitation. When my grandmother raised his sword with one hand and tried hard to resist the opponent's spear, the man was also using the force of the spear to advance.

My breasts' way of using force to retreat seemed clever, but in fact, she could not completely resolve the other party's strength while carrying someone. The remaining force that the ghost general's spear could not be dissolved, shocking the heart veins of my breasts again and again, and blood suddenly oozed out from the corners of her mouth.

My maternal men were just a little slower, and eight ghost generals raised their spears at the same time, pointing the tips at my grandparents.

The eight spears burst out in an instant and stabbed them at the same time.

At the same time, my grandfather reached out to block his wife beside him and stood up. They knew that their flesh and blood could not bear the power of the spear, and even when they were aimed at the steel gun, the people behind them would be penetrated by a gun. Time was only a short moment, but they stood up to buy that moment. Even though they knew that after they died, the other half would follow, but they rushed towards the tip of the gun to get some time for the other party and fight for the hope of escape that would not appear at all.

The moment eight spears approached the chests of the two, the eight ghost generals exploded into phosphorus fire at the same time.

My silly stood in the firelight in the sky and slowly turned around, but saw Lin Yan spewing out a mouthful of blood. At the critical moment, she found the fate thread of the eight ghost generals, touched their fate, and she was also backfired by the way of heaven and was seriously injured.

Lin Yan held on and shouted: "Reinforcement!"

Lao Wang was the first to pick up the spear with a bayonet: "Crash with me!"

Lao Wang, who was holding his long spear on his waist and rushed towards the military formation, ran and cried while crying, saying, "My damn, I must have been crazy. It must have made Chen Ye's group of madmen survived the disease. Why did I charge forward? My damn... Kill-"

Lao Wang roared and stabbed into the opponent's chest with a knife, raised his leg and kicked the corpse away, waved his spear and stabbed it one after another, and then blood stained his whole body. A company of soldiers then entered the enemy group and entangled with the opponent in a place, pushing the enemy horizontally, approaching step by step in the direction of the inn.

Before the reinforcements rushed to the inn gate, I heard my grandfather's roar, and my heart suddenly trembled: What my grandfather called the Break Void, did he move the Break Void Fist?

I instinctively wanted to get up, but sat back.

At this time, I can't panic!

Never panic!

My cultivation level is not there, and the only one who can compete with the inn owner is this head. If my head is messed up, I will be left with a dead end.

The waiter said anxiously: "Brother Chen, there is a fight outside. Have you found the flaws in the shopkeeper's story?"

I said in a deep voice: "The story of your shopkeeper is only better than a strange word. Other places are not worth mentioning. Simply put, your shopkeeper's purpose is to force me into a desperate situation and let me find the so-called moving room by myself. This room is a life-saving straw for me. Therefore, I must do my best to find the location of the room."

The waiter said: "What do you mean is the shopkeeper playing tricks on you?"

I shook my head and said, "He is not playing tricks on me, but treating me as a person in the story. Your shopkeeper wants to write a story that will make me PUBG. He blocked my life, but left me with vitality, wanting to see if I can break through. This is why the Palace of Reality did not use my thinking to create an inn, but used other people's ideas to create a story."

The waiter said with a little excitement: "Then, where is the road to life? Have you found it?"

I said lightly: "I really don't know if your shopkeeper has a clever mind or is there a thunder in his head? He led me to the inn, which is actually a very important clue. So he should use Xiao Qianer as a clue and I took the bait. But not only did he not do this, he also cut off the clues about Xiao Qianer and threw out a bunch of clues for me. He insisted that I go to find a room."

"The two broken clues are put together and they say that they have something to do with each other, which is a bit far-fetched. It doesn't matter, but it makes people feel that there is something to do with it. Will your shopkeeper write a story?"

The waiter showed a little disdain on his face: "That's because you didn't understand the key, right?"

I suddenly laughed: "Dare you ask the boss's name?"

The waiter's face changed slightly: "Are you confused? Call me your boss?"

I said indifferently: "Although you are just a waiter, you are a person created by the boss. If I talk to you, it is equivalent to talking to the boss, right?"

The waiter said, "Then tell me what's going on in the inn?"

I said calmly: "Say that! Your story should be divided into two parts, one of which is Guan Hong."

"Guan Hong is the one you deliberately released. You gave him an illusion. Only those who found that room can inherit the inn. So, he ran out to find someone who was particularly lucky and came back to help him choose a room. This is what is often said in the art of art."

There are many secret techniques of art and Taoism, and borrowing luck is one of them. Simply put, it is to borrow other people's luck and use it for me. This can be said to be a secret technique that harms others and benefits themselves. People who are borrowed from luck will inevitably be plagued by bad luck and will never recover. Even if they commit suicide in despair. Those who borrow luck may not have any good endings. Borrowing people's luck is like killing their lives for money. They are easily retaliated against the will of heaven and destroyed by ashes.

People in the art will not easily borrow luck unless they have a reason to have to borrow luck.

I looked at the waiter and said, "If I was right, Guan Hong was the waiter before? When his master was the shopkeeper, he did a lot of unethical things, fearing that the inn would be liquidated by others, so he had to take the risk of borrowing luck."

I reached out to the waiter and pointed at the shop assistant: "You are actually the person created by the inn owner based on Guan Hong?"

The waiter said in surprise: "How do you know?"

I smiled and said, "This principle is actually very simple. You have been portrayed as an evil ghost in the sex. And Guan Hong is just such a person. It's good to rely on luck! As long as you are lucky, it's not limited to whether the other person is a man or a woman, Guan Hong only seeks women. Moreover, he also specializes in finding beautiful women. He is luring the other person and killing people cruelly. Isn't this kind of pathological condition very similar to you? But..."

I changed my tone and said, "I didn't guess who was Guan Hong who slaughtered the Guan family in the Qing Dynasty?"

"That's the previous shopkeeper." The waiter said: "That person is actually the real Guan Hong. The person you see is just borrowing Guan Hong's name. The waiter and the last waiter are both a virtue. It seems that he has lived for eight lives and has never seen a woman. When he sees a woman, he is like a fly, and he has to pounce on him even if he has sex. It would be strange if he doesn't look for a woman."

"So that's it!" I nodded and said, "Guan Hong knows that you like to read stories. So! After he went out, he played a bizarre story for you. Unfortunately, his story would not arouse your interest, at least you don't have any expectations for his story. At this time, another storyteller appeared, and his thoughts made your eyes shine. So you handed over the inn to him. He occupied the inn before Guan Hong came back, and then turned me into a person in the story. Am I right?"

The waiter stared at me and said, "Why should you say that?"
Chapter completed!