The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

The gong was officially played here, and Bei Zhikang finally let out a breath, sipped tea leisurely with his hands behind his back, and hummed a favorite opera excerpt from time to time.

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

"Ok?"

"'Oh, it's the base where Teacher Cang often goes,' that's what they said." Zhao Yang said, "They didn't say that this is the base where Li Cang is, nor did they say that this is Li Cang's home. I don't quite understand. What's the point of pulling like this? Sometimes, there is only a thin line between some things, but the results are worlds apart."

"Okay, I know what you mean." Bei Zhikang raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Yang, "I'm old, and what matters is no longer what I can give him, but what I can leave behind, and what you can give him. What do you get?"

"This," Zhao Yang said suspiciously, "Old man, you are probably not secretly suffering from some terminal illness without telling us. If you don't have much time, you should have told me earlier. Now we have a bunch of old Chinese doctors in the first hospital and the second hospital who receive special subsidies. Mongolian doctors are all pretty awesome.”

"Get out! You little brat has no integrity at all!"

After a while, Bei Zhikang, Wu Nansen, and Staff Officer Lao Si finished drinking a whole pot of good tea. When Staff Officer Lao Si started to look for the toilet anxiously, the old silver coins looked at each other for a long time.

"Yangzi, let Xiaobian start it too!"

"Clam?"

Bei Zhikang said sternly: "This battle must be fought beautifully, no matter the cost, one tooth at a time, the base must not repeat the same mistakes in the same thing!"

Zhao Yang chuckled and turned around to inform his subordinates.

The fact that Xindao changed from being a dominant player in the base to playing off-line and turning into a three-legged alliance with America and Monroe still made the old man tense up. The impact may have been so bad that other bases have shaken the correctness of the system. level, so I had to choose this overly exaggerated approach, otherwise with this old guy's consistent style and urinary behavior.

ummm

As expected, the old guy still has some energy. Not to mention, his methods are quite fierce and powerful.

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The national defense array is on the base of the island, the embryo of the ancient Stafford Colosseum, and the home field of the side show.

The side show where he and Liao Hongqing were in high spirits and discussing whether to go to the White Bath Palace or the shooting range to wash their feet next time stopped midway. He confirmed the order again and again and took a deep breath: "Hey, buddy, you are lucky today. This group of people was specially selected by me by name, look who they are?"

Liao Hongqing stared blankly at the sideshow, but his expression soon changed, he was throbbing, trembling, and even a little crazy: "He, they are."

"Yes! They are from the group that came with you! Your enemies, right? How long will it take for them to die on the Fusheng Island Chain by themselves? Anyway, there is no shortage of workers in the Fusheng Island Chain. Man, the big boss asked me to pick people, so I figured out how to get them out! Don't worry, these are just a few of them, there are many opportunities later, maybe when the base relaxes the policy in the future, you can be in a bad mood. Let’s relieve our boredom by watching the execution of one of their bad guys!” The side show carelessly hugged Liao Hongqing, “But it’s not possible yet. Brother, you don’t know how difficult it is to get Chinese faces out of there. This is still The big boss personally handed it to me, otherwise I would have to choose some ghost guy——"

"thanks, thanks."

"Damn it, don't cry. If you fucking want to cry, don't hold me and cry. Old people are watching. I'm innocent. Do you want me anymore? I have a girlfriend!" After a while, he waited. Liao Hongqing vented his emotions, and said to the side show, "It's a pity that you can't do it yourself. Look, you just have to support these people. Haha, the Fusheng Island chain is like a welfare home compared to me!"

Countless soldiers and ships were stationed behind the two of them. Located on the majestic light belt of the base island was an altar that was not very decent and seemed, at least, not supposed to appear in the base.

Totems are outlined with simple lines on the slate floor, and eventually extend and climb to dozens of towering primitive rock pillars around them.

There is no sacrificial table, and there are no hangings, flags, prayers, or pillars.

Even the wine, melons, fruits, pig heads, peanuts and melon seeds that were supposed to be used for sacrifices were almost eaten by Bian Xiu and Liao Hongqing.

The side show lit three particularly thick yellow-paper old dry cigarettes and almost put them into his mouth. He stretched out his hand and pulled up a wine jar that was half a person's height. He lifted it up to the sky and to the ground, and said something unclear in his mouth. He said words that no one could understand.

Most of the wine was sprinkled on the stone floor of the altar with his weird, claw-baring movements. After the blue-black stone floor was soaked, it began to show a strange blood-red color.

"Hmm~"

Bian Xiu winked at the nervous and serious person in charge of the garrison. The soldier clicked the bolt of his gun, turned around and left.

"Hmm! Bah, fire, I mean give me a lighter!"

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Three Laohan cigarettes were lit, and the smoke curled up.

Strange to say, a dull yellow-brown smoke like a sandstorm suddenly filled the altar a hundred meters away, forming an almost elliptical, eye-like mist deposition area. Except for this area, there was nothing around it. Change is business as usual.

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

I don’t know when, the side show’s attire changed. He had put on a mask with only twisted lines and no face. He was wearing a dusty and yellowed dirty robe. One yellow turned into black and white, and the black and white became five colors. The whole altar In the center, bounded by a layer of yellow mist no more than two feet high, the sun is shining brightly above, and the underworld is strange below. Unfathomable ghosts, ghost faces, animal heads, and corpses and bones are wandering beneath it, and from time to time, some terrifying signs are revealed.

"Take it over."

"With people!"

The officer responded and waved his hand, and a group of large soldiers dragged the haggard, zombie-like people into the altar like wolves and tigers, and locked their limbs and necks to the ground through hidden locks and chains.

The officer took out a piece of paper from his front pocket with a red official seal and a red pen signature. On the back of the paper, there were even the words "XX Quarterly Tax Statement for Year xx" and smaller handwriting. He cleared his throat: "Ahem, The following list of persons will be sentenced to death immediately, see: Li Dahua, Ma Changhao, Zhao Zhouwen, Ashfaq Knowles, Yisli Bakar——"

Before the third name was read, someone burped and fainted.

There was no charge, no statement, no prosecutor, nothing. However, what was even more hasty than haste was the execution method and atmosphere.

ummm

This is also the first time in Liao Hongqing's history that he has a deep understanding of his friend. He has never thought about a handsome young man who can move around with his arms and stand tall, and has a handsome face and a voice as good as Hong Zhong's words and a perfect singing voice. Everything has changed, as if the old bird had entered the bat cave, and the violent broken gong voice was strange and terrifying, making people shiver involuntarily.

wow~

The rusty chains clattered, and hundreds of unpardonable men and women seemed to be pulled by something and fell to their knees on the stone floor, accompanied by dull or crisp sounds of bone cracking.

In an instant, strong winds rose and the temperature dropped sharply, and screams and screams for mercy and confessions could be heard everywhere.

The side show turned a deaf ear and everything was in order.

You have been given a reprieve from death for so long, so what kind of dignity do you deserve? Death is the most important thing for you, so you have to die first. The sound of shredding clothes was heard endlessly. A naked humanoid figure was forcibly pulled down by some invisible force, and knelt down with its head bowed. The five fingers spread out and tore the muscles and crossed their wrists, holding on to the ground.

Black-red blood flowed from the torn fingers to the ground, and the swimming lines attracted each other, gradually drawing some seemingly chaotic totems and symbols on the stone slab.

"rise!"

The Stafford Ancient Colosseum, which had been dormant for several years, is back to its bustle. Seats, spectators, banners, ribbons, animal pens, and weapon racks are all back. The crowds are crowded. On the middle stage, there is a man dressed like a blue peacock with its wings spread. The coquettish woman and a giant man carrying a huge wooden totem jumped down and stood silently at the designated spot.

"Go!"

Bian Xiuxin pointed his hand, and the five-color mist surged and suddenly gathered towards the giant totem man. As the totem tattoos on the giant man's body and the symbols on the wooden totems on his shoulders were lit up inch by inch, he had already entered the giant man with his breath. The five-color mist inside his body suddenly burst open countless fine cracks on his skin, and then came out again.

The giant man's expression was distorted and he roared hoarsely. All kinds of pain even crossed the barriers of body and space and began to affect the people around him.

Obviously, even for a corpse puppet, this ritual is still an unbearable burden in life.

Bei Zhikang has mentioned many times before that the side show is very special, very special. His ability is unique among the many praying skills. The scope of disaster relief Naji's exorcism and epidemic prevention is too wide, not to mention his ability is still Pure skills without water.

Theoretically, as long as he has enough piety and sacrificial rituals, he can establish a systematic and strategic rollout of group buffs that even Tao Hongben and Xiahou Haiwei, who personally presided over the design of the national defense formation, would be ashamed of. The living and dead have all kinds of incredible abilities.

Because of this, Bei Zhikang would use massive resources to raise the level of sideshows regardless of the cost. In the end, even the Stafford Colosseum was handed over to this young man. Now, , Bei Zhikang, who has been slandered for a long time, may finally be able to emphasize the previous sentence in a low-key and polite manner: Everyone, be optimistic, this is how the side show is used!

The totem giant's final state was like a broken porcelain doll that had been forced back together. Deep black cracks were criss-crossing the corpse's body. You could even see the skills belonging to it in the cracks on his chest. The seed's gleaming light flickered slightly among the tangled veins and veins.

At this time, the totem giant man corpse's miserable and crumbling body was brewing with an unparalleled sense of oppression, just like the lightning in a storm lighting up everything but the thunder has not yet come.

With the illusory totems of various five-color mist-shaped weapons, ice blades, musical instruments, and totems playing on behalf of the side show, the totem giant's eyes became a little less stiff and a little more agile, and he let out a loud roar filled with pain or pleasure. In the roar, the giant man thrust the totem on his shoulders into the ground.

The wind and clouds change colors and thunderclouds gather.

The bloody halo filled the altar, and then encompassed the formation base island. It spread, infected, and assimilated rapidly with the nodes and veins of the national defense formation like lightning and flint.

hum~

The national defense formation suddenly burst out with an extremely dazzling light, like spring dew and autumn frost, filling the entire airspace with vibrant green and an incongruous scarlet, covering a radius of a thousand kilometers. The light and shadow of the jump storm caused suppression, only for a moment, but it was still an undoubted suppression.

The next second, the side show spat out a large mouthful of black blood.

Not only was blood spurting out, his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all flowing out, or something yellowish brown or dark brown with a texture similar to blood that was about to coagulate. It was the same with every pore on his body. In just a few seconds, It was smeared almost all over his body, making him look like a poured version of a fresh terracotta warrior.

"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, his face full of anxiety.

At the beginning, the side show was vomiting up a substance similar to blood, but in the end it was all yellow mud soup: "Be good, if you see this kind of thing in the future, don't mix it up. If you really want to go up and help me, Well, the most optimistic outcome is that you lie down and I get up!"

"Is there anything else that's not optimistic?"

"Yes, let's both lie down, maybe we have to take them with us too!"

Liao Hongqing may have been imprisoned and tortured for too long before, and his thinking angle was a little strange. He thought hard for a while and chose to hold up the wine jar: "Why don't you drink some more to rinse your throat?"

"What the fuck!" He was left speechless by the side show, and he muttered feebly, "I didn't drink that fucking thing just now, and now you want me to drink it?"

"The water?"

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Facing the 3/7 base soldiers and servants of destiny who looked like they had been beaten to death, Lao Wang stared wide-eyed: "I'll go! Is this a side show? Is it such a big show?"

The five-color aerosol and those rattles, drums, legs, hammers, and big bowls are so recognizable. Although they are not physical, the tunes they create are really sunset, and people can't help but want to enter the house. Get on the kang, close the door and weld the windows shut.

Li Cang watched helplessly as the strength value of a mediocre wild boar knight from the defense force jumped directly from 160c to 1.1kc. With his determination, he felt frightened for a while: "Gan, I'm afraid Bei Lao's silver coin is not..." Is it because you wanted to show off your reputation and sacrificed that silly boy on the side show?"

Lao Wang seriously agreed: "Absolutely, I can smell the movements of fellow-minded people from the old guy at a glance!"

"The National Defense Formation can actually 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 off myself now. If the four Dharma Kings of Xiahou Hai, Tao Hongben, and Martinis come together, tsk!"

"Xiahou Haiwei probably can't do it. He's not specialized in this area. As for Tao Hongben, that guy probably has more than half of his skills in eyesight and theory. He and Xiahou Haiwei are like sleeping dragons and phoenixes."

"Teacher Cang"

"Ok?"

"I feel old. I'm so scared that I'm going to be photographed on the beach soon!"

"Chirp, your horse is here, go and do your work!"

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

Li Cang worked hard for a long time, but couldn't see anything except that some of the panel attributes increased. However, considering that they were based on the National Defense Formation, this situation seemed to become natural again.