It is rare for the head of the head of the Iron Vice Head of the Iron to get together to think about the same drawing. The two of them gathered together at the same table and revised the drawings in front of them. The side was already in a mess, with waste paper mixed with rotten iron parts. Others saw a bunch of miscellaneous items, but the two of them could tell what they pointed and handed over, and they were very happy to cooperate.
"Sir, no, no, no, no, no!"
To be honest, when Gao Tongshou heard the three words "bad" now, his first reaction was "exploded".
The result is really the same as he expected.
The big man who came to report frowned and wanted to cry, and his hands and feet were so anxious that he was confused, his eyebrows and eyes were not separated. His tongue was knotted for a long time before he trembled and said: "Lights, lights, lights exploded again!"
Gao Tongshou almost fell down the zombie on the spot...
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Yi Chen chased him one after another and was stabbed by the other party. He was not sure why he was still alive. Anyway, even the pain was completely replaced by Gunshu.
The figure, which was almost burnt, shakingly chased Yi Chen with a knife, looking like a pile of walking rotten meat, vulnerable.
He looked at the threat of life approaching with excitement, and the sound of flesh and blood being separated by sharp objects seemed to be very appropriate in his ears.
A heart-wrenching scream echoed in his mind. The sound was not from others, but from his own...
My own...
Yi Chen was suddenly summoned to his senses by a shocking sound. His eyes were suddenly opened, and bloodshot climbed up to his eyeballs, reflecting the fire, like cracks on the surface before the slurry erupted.
The "Walking Dead" stopped in front of him, silent for a moment like a dead object, and suddenly squeezed out a sneer of bone-staining from his throat. A smile was better than crying, and it was even more grim than the resentful voice of a ghost.
"What the hell are you?" The "ghost soldier" asked in a gloomy and miserable manner. After asking, he was unintentionally waiting for him to answer. He raised his long sword with his hands, "Go to die!"
In just this moment, Yi Chen chased his body and suddenly a cloud of turbid and nearly black evil fire exploded. A spiritual force quickly dissipated. The "ghost soldier" was stunned. The knife in his hand was stuck in the air, but his body was cut in half.
Only when the fire jumped past, Yi Chen was unable to dig out the sea of ​​fire anymore. Xu Qingming was unable to stop the enemy by cutting off the sword. Inadvertently, he had even caused disaster to the statue of the god a hundred steps away.
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The sea of ​​sand suddenly churned, and it really rolled up huge waves like a vast ocean.
Shu Ling urgently ordered a retreat. In a mess, he suddenly saw a figure heading against the sand. Before he could see it carefully, the figure was covered by wind and sand, and it was difficult to see the clues.
Although he didn't see clearly, Shu Ling seemed to have recognized who the person was.
The wild sand suddenly rolled, and rode the wind to sway into the sky, but suddenly it stagnated, and then a burst of heat came to the face. Blood-colored flames broke through the sand and burst into the sky, bursting into the sky, and burning clouds broke into the sky.
Shu Lingyuan watched this magnificent scene and felt a little cold sweat in his heart.
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Jun Han was covered in a cold spring spirit, and steadily walked into the fire like a flat ground. The scarlet phoenix fire in front of him was burning by, but was blocked by the thin and seemingly fragile barrier.
Jun Han paid a little attention to the flames passing by his eyes. Only by paying attention could he see the scarlet red mixed with a hint of turbidity.
What is that?
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The stone statue collapsed in front of me, and countless balls of light suddenly surged towards the fire like anger, and often turned into nothingness less than three feet away.
Yi Chen chased and knelt among the fragments of the stone statue and the burning chain, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow and pain, as if he was surrounded by a demon, and he could not extricate himself.
"Why..." He knocked his forehead to the ground, pressed his head tightly with his hands, his teeth sharpened and his mind was also rumbling.
The scream that seemed to come from his own throat was still raging in his ears, and it was almost a shrill thing that drove people crazy.
“What the hell is it…”
He finally broke the last line of collapse, his teeth loosened uncontrollably, and the screams that seemed to echo in his mind confronted the flames in reality.
In just one moment, everything in the world was distorted, and all the scenes, whether they were past or present, wanted to be stuffed into a pounding pot, and were pounded...
The body seemed to have become a tyrannical zombie, and perhaps a little spiritual sense could tell what he was doing-
His body suddenly had a sword attack. He didn't know what he was attacking, but he vaguely felt that there was a hint of clearness in the direction where his sword pointed.
A trace of the current scene suddenly flashed with a "sonorous sound". He clearly felt that his offensive was easily resolved, and even the long sword came out.
Jun Han raised his hand casually, caught the sword that his son was crazy and unsteadily holding. He casually crossed his arm and grabbed Yi Chen's body like a chasing kite. He glanced at the dim black fire everywhere. He swung the long sword in his hand and dispersed the fire.
The fire that was covered with Yi Chen's body seemed to be extinguished, and the person who caught him seemed to have really taken him out of the misery of the sea of ​​blood.
His eyes were dim and about to sink, and the angle was a little bad. He could stare at the face that was eroded by the flames with big eyes. I don’t know if it was an hallucination or something, but he seemed to see the charred face with a strange smile...
The spirit here is still destroyed, and if it doesn't escape, it will be buried alive.
Jun Han glanced at the little boy hanging on him, rolled his eyes in disgust and helplessness, and threw his son on his shoulders like a dog, carrying it away.
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The next day, the coffin that President Baili had a heart-designed was sent to the coach's mansion. He really spent a lot of money to buy a coffin with a gloomy wood.
The coffin was covered with red cloth and carried into the gate of the General's Mansion, and the black-bottomed coffin surface was vaguely lit up. The whole man, woman, young and old all cried and burst into tears. The heavy snow in the entire capital was not as good as their faces.
"Marcedes-Master, the Marshal is really dead..." a young man stuttered.
The old housekeeper is old and can't get angry when he cries. He really can't make a word.
Baili Yun also "performed his duties" and looked "sad", but he used pepper water mixed with pepper to choke the two subordinates to cry, calling their parents, and "crying" was really exciting.
"It's so miserable!" Gui Wu wiped his tears while speechless: "It's so cruel..."
The two brothers had no habit of bringing handkerchiefs, but now they each squeezed a piece of plain silk soaked with a tear-jerking handkerchief and squatted in front of the marshal's door to wipe his tears.
Under the influence of tears, even the eyes that hated Baili Yun showed a little pitiful feeling of "seeking comfort".
"No, I can't stand it..." Gui Yi may have been so tragic for the first time in his life, and his heart seemed to be a little unrestrained.
Seeing that the two subordinates were about to lose their composure, the general leader finally had a rare "sense of responsibility" and "leading ahead". So the handsome man with wooden arms, who had always been "noble and cold", also took out a handrail from his arms to "kill jorge", leisurely covering his mouth and nose, raised a corner in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, shed two lines of tears "sincerely" shed.
The two brothers were shocked. They actually forgot that the handkerchief was still covering their faces, and tears kept flowing. When they reacted, they were already choked.
Baili Yun was still standing on the pillar coldly, and tears fell silently, with a bit of "I still feel pity for you", but the two brothers were really choking themselves, and they both rolled on the ground and cried bitterly.
This play was too exaggerated and even Baili Yun could not bear to watch it. So he let tears flow, covering his lips with half a handkerchief, muttering quietly: "If you howl, your intestines will come out. If you cry like this, it's normal to just commit suicide."
But the two of them were just concerned about "crying loudly". Gui Wu crawled on the ground in a paralysis, shook his handkerchief, and sobbed, "It's so crazy!"
Baili Yun covered his handkerchief with disapproval and sniffed it hard—
The head master suddenly took a breath, closed his eyes and then burst into tears. He turned around elegantly, leaned his elbows on the pillar, and buried his face and hid a handful of "spicy tears".
Too delicious!
"Sir..." The old housekeeper said at the door as if he was dead: "Coffin, coffin... I've given it, sent it, delivered..."
Baili Yun buried his face and his arms were Hashirama, and said in a steady tone: "Let's go, let's invite you, Marshal."
The old butler was tearful and his face was trembling. In conjunction with the two people in front of the door, the two were urging each other to storm.
Baili Yun finally recovered from the hot tears, so he stood up and wiped the tears from his face with the hot sopa. He also kept the sound of rain falling, which seemed particularly "true and sincere".
The head-head raised his chin slightly, and the old housekeeper immediately understood and pulled a bag of silver from his sleeve to reward the person who delivered the coffin.
The old housekeeper was still wiping tears at the entrance of the yard. Baili Yun was in a calm mood and walked around the coffin on the ground. His five fingers touched the coffin board, and his thick and thick yin breath fell around his fingers. The materials were really not vague.
After all, it is the Marshal's "burial object". Even if this wild wolf has "been alive", the remaining power is still there, and no one dares to be vague.
It's a pity to waste this texture.
Baili Yun looked at it with interest, and said to the old housekeeper who was standing not far away: "Send someone to report the matter to the court."
After sending the person away with a reasonable sentence, Baili Yun waved his hand, and the two of them stopped crying and came over with tears on their faces.
"When the obituary in the court comes down, I will send the military talisman back to the Ministry of Personnel." As he said that, he took out the box called "Military Talisman" from his arms. "This item will probably be checked by His Majesty first, and then after the Jinshi Academy is re-examined, then handed it back to His Majesty and entrusted it with him separately - as long as someone is given a reassurance, something will definitely happen on the day of the festival."
Both of them looked awkward.
"Ruozhen handed over the military talisman..." Gui Yi was stunned and came back to his senses, then said seriously: "Ruozhen handed over the military talisman, even if the marshal returns, he will not be able to mobilize the Tielin Army."
Baili Yun threw away the "Soldier Talisman" box and caught it, "Don't worry, fake."
“…”
"You're thinking," Gui Wushuo Kaba for a moment, "Use fake things to fool Jinshi Academy?"
Chapter completed!