Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 844
The atmosphere suddenly turned pink.

The music in the hall has also become extraordinarily fascinating.

Several women, kneeling on the ground, heaved their bodies up and down in a rhythm that was both fast and seemingly soothing.

When the intense and intensive drumbeats stopped at the last second when the rouge on the face rose.

The women held hands and stood up slowly.

The lights hit the stage.

Everyone's eyes widened, and they couldn't help but let out a 'wow' sound.

One by one, the little sand figurines, either naive or delicate, landed on the places where the women used to kneel and sit.

"This is really... amazing workmanship! Water and sand can be kneaded. What is rare is the ingenious mind, the skillful technique, and the unique tools...." Yan Yu admitted that he was stunned.

Sure enough, the monks who can play are those who can play.

In this ancient land, they used to be the spokespersons of politics and religion, and made too many ridiculous and absurd tricks.

Today, there are some inheritances left over from ancient times, which also allow these monks to live a life of superiority after losing their political voice.

After the amazement, the silent bidding is the real bloodless battlefield.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth, and directly entered all his current property on the input device.

The saints from these temples are not only commodities, but also eyeliner released from some ancient temples.

Through these saints, the monks are extending their tentacles to many places, trying to restore the glory of the past.

Therefore, the best chance for Yan Yu to leak his word is these saintesses.

The time when a man is most likely to lose his defense is when he is caught.

The so-called ordinary girls in regular massage places are sometimes easier to get large tips than the exquisite princesses in clubs, and the doorway is exactly the same.

When the impulse came up, reason was suppressed severely.

Yan Yu was about to make a mistake that most men would make.

The romance of that night is not enough for outsiders to understand.

It is not too much for Yan Yu to write the experience of this night into a [-]-word article.

But...he doesn't have much literary talent, so he can only use four short words like 'fuck, it's really cool' to give a comprehensive and thorough description.

Naturally, he also completed the task that Lin Xi entrusted to him.

The news will soon be sent back to the temple through the saintess who had acquaintance with Guan Bao.

Even out of some attitudes that would rather be believed or not, the temple will find some people to make trouble for them.

At that time, it will be time for Lin Xi and the others to make matters worse.

The trouble he imagined came later than Yan Yu expected.

After that night, about six hours later, there were three burly-looking, dark-skinned men from the country of Al who came to the door.

After some fighting, Yan Yu, with the help of Lin Xi, solved the three big men.

At the same time, in the process of chasing and fleeing, it caused great damage to the surrounding environment, buildings, markets, traffic... all.

While chasing, some fragmented dialogues also spread out.

As long as there is a little worry, you can use these dialogues to sum up a general idea.

Even so, the expected 'big bang' of course has yet to come.

Not to mention the international sensation, and then spread back to the country.

Even the little Alamai, they did not cause a sensation, but only caused a little inconspicuous ripples.

However, in some special channels, they can be regarded as famous and registered.

Less than [-] kilometers away from the main city of Alamai, there is a group of ancient buildings carved out of mountains.

These buildings are ancient and mysterious, and the fineness can be seen everywhere.

Although it is a bit more desolate and dilapidated now, but when you go inside, its luxury is not a little less than it was in the old days.

The monks believe in the Basha Heaven and are the patrons of the Basha Gods in the mortal world.

The ancient Posa religion is the state religion in the Al region.

Before Ale was colonized more than 200 years ago, these monks had always held the highest voice in this area.

Until one day, barbarians from outside blasted open the gate they woven with mythology with guns.

Just like, Yuan Xiang's iron sand palm was so weak when facing guns.

The monks with various mysterious inheritances are not at all opponents who have mastered hot weapons in wider wars.

Then followed a colonial rule that lasted for nearly 100 years.

During this period of colonial rule, traditional religions were greatly suppressed.

Later, the country of Ale became independent. Although it was apparently liberated from colonial rule, it belonged to the era of the most plundering monks, but it has long since passed away.

"Ayu's ancient scriptures! I found it! In the ancient Ashoka era, there were three greatest monks who co-authored a scripture, which recorded the most fundamental mystery of the soul. With the disintegration of the dynasty, this ancient scripture was lost and reduced to a legend."

"Master Lecturer! We must find those two strangers quickly!"

"Take back the ancient scriptures of Ayu from their hands. Now horror and weirdness are raging all over the world. With the ancient scriptures of Ayu, our era will definitely return."

"Even... we can do things that our ancestors have not done in the past thousands of years." A young monk, kneeling with a face of compassion and ferocity, has six arms and three faces, and steps on a mandala flower , said to an old monk with his back in front of the huge statue of a goddess in his arms.

The old monk said: "Rush! The Ashoka Dynasty is just a dynasty fabricated in the scriptures. In the real history, there has never been a trace of it. Of course the Ayuku Sutra will not exist. This is a trap... ·child!"

"The more we are at such an important moment, the more we need to be vigilant and careful. Because when we are coveting, some people regard us as prey."

The young monk Rush stood up, looked at his teacher, but did not obey in his expression.

"No! Master Lecturer! My most respected teacher! You are too old! You have lost your ambitions and ideals. You only know how to greedily devour the glory bestowed by the whirling gods in the arms of the saints, and forget Proclaim their names. And I . . . will restart that glorious era."

"The Ashoka Dynasty existed, and the denials of those archaeologists cannot convince me."

"There are some great powers that have never disappeared. The denial of science cannot interpret the real history... This is what you taught me, and now I will return this sentence to you." The young monk walked out shrine.

Behind him, a younger monk walked up behind the old monk, and stabbed the old monk's heart with a dagger that looked like a poisonous snake.

"I! Rashi... the patron of the gods, the successor of the ancient Paramen, your new master preacher, I now call you in the name of the gods, our warriors. Go and give us what is ours Get your wealth back, and anyone who stands in your way...is an evil spirit that hinders the return of God's glory, and with the weapons in your hands, you can send them to God to repent without sin."

(End of this chapter)