above the galaxy

Chapter 38 Block a Bullet!
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The iron hooves of the black horse tapped lightly on the ground, making a rhythmic and crisp sound.

With a black horse in a white robe, all eyes were on the old man walking slowly from the middle of the village.

The winger, the white robe of the Flame Shrine, is one of the most powerful men in the Lingyang region.

The black horse stopped behind the formation of the Flame Army. The winger looked at the bandit Tang who was surrounded by the crowd and was aimed at by hundreds of guns, and asked aloud, "Are you the bandit Tang?"

"Yes." Bandit Tang said with a smile.

"Which one is the master of controlling Qi?" The winger's eyes fell on Fenghuang's face. Obviously, he also saw that the girl's appearance and temperament definitely didn't look like she grew up on the old soil.

Maybe it was okay before the cataclysm, but after the cataclysm, the old land would not be able to produce girls with such a clear appearance and such an outstanding temperament.

In the old land, everyone tried their best to live, and it was inevitable that they would feel agitated and cruel.

"That's right, that's her." Bandit Tang followed the winger's eyes and said with a smile.

"." Phoenix.

Does this guy have any character?Sell ​​teammates like this every time?
how?Want me to attract fire again?
Sure enough, the winger's gaze settled on Fenghuang. He looked at Fenghuang thoughtfully for a while, and asked aloud, "You killed Bian Zhenxin?"

"Who is Bian Zhenxin?" Fenghuang asked.

After falling to the old earth, she killed many people.

However, she never remembered anyone's name.

"Bian Zhenxin is the black robe of our Flame Shrine, and also my son." Bian Feng said.

"Oh. So it was that pervert." Fenghuang nodded and said, "That's right, I killed it."

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The winger didn't like to hear that.

Although his son is dead, it is his son after all.

From the first moment he saw Phoenix, he probably knew why his son was killed.

It wasn't the first time he did this kind of thing, but he didn't expect that he kicked the iron board this time, and the woman he provoked was a master of controlling energy.

"I don't care why you kill people, I just need to make sure that you killed people." Wing Feng said.

"You mean, he can kill and set fire to do all kinds of evil, but as long as you resist... or kill him, then you have to bear the responsibility?" Fenghuang looked at the winger mockingly, and said: "Is this the teaching of the Flame Shrine? What a dirty organization."

The winger's eyes were stern, but his voice was extremely calm, and he said, "You can be angry or lose your temper, but this is the law of survival in the old land. The law of the jungle preys on the law of nature."

"Who is it wrong for you to kill? It is my son. Therefore, you and your friends will die. I will take your heads to pay homage to Bian Zhenxin."

"I'm afraid I will disappoint you." Fenghuang sneered and said, "If you miss him so much, I can send you to see him."

The winger looked at Fenghuang suspiciously, and asked, "Now, do you think you still have a chance to escape?"

He really found it strange that this woman didn't show any fear at all?
Although she is a master of Qi control, they have the flame army, predators, and practitioners dispatched from the Lingyang region.
It can be said that the entire Hate Mountain human gathering area and most of Lingyang's armed forces are all gathered here.

Want to break out of the siege just by relying on a state of imperial energy?whimsical.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

"My lord, that kid is also a master." The bloody finger pointed at Tang bandit and said, "He is also in the Qi-controlling realm."

When bandit Tang and Fenghuang came out just now, he saw it with his own eyes.

The bandits of the Tang Dynasty used Qi to control the sword, and the crisp and neat way of killing people is deeply memorable.

Bloody Hand is a killer, and killers are ruthless.

However, when he saw the appearance of Tang bandits killing people, he still felt his scalp tingling.

This kid is a character!
Much more vicious than himself.

"Really?" The winger looked at Bandit Tang with great interest, and said, "As far as I know, you are a resident of the old land?"

"That's right. I'm from the Hate Mountain gathering area." Bandit Tang said.

There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing. With the strength of the Huoyan Shrine, one can check one's family background clearly and clearly with a little inquiring.

"When will the old soil produce such characters?" Wing Feng asked.

"The day I was born."

"That would be a good day." The winger said, calculating the strength of the two sides in his mind.

There are actually two Yuqi realms on their side, which was something that I hadn't thought of before.

It's understandable that the woman came from Nova.

From which rock crevice did this kid jump out?Why did you get involved with that woman again?
The most puzzling thing is, in this barren and dangerous land, why was he able to cultivate to the state of controlling energy?

It is a serious dereliction of duty that Bian Zhenxin did not grasp such important information and did not report it to the Lingyang District.

"Today is also a good day." Bandit Tang said with a smile.

"Yeah, today is also a good day." The winger nodded.

Today is a good day to pay homage to my son.

The winger's eyes were stern, and Tang bandit's smile was gentle.

They stopped talking to each other, and the war was about to break out.

At this moment, an old voice shouted: "My lord, my lord envoy"

"It's sir." Bandit Tang said.

"Sir?" Fenghuang asked, she didn't know who the husband was.

"Sir is the most educated person in our village. There are many books at home, and I borrowed "Ni Lin" from him." Bandit Tang explained.

My husband loves books, and also likes to talk to people about books.

Every time someone came to look for him, he would talk about the stories in the book with relish.

Cultural knowledge is worthless these days, and it is not a survival skill or life-saving skill worth bragging about.

Therefore, although the husband reads a lot, tells good stories, and writes well, his family will still be hungry.

Bandit Tang happens to be a good hunter, as long as he enters the mountains, he will surely gain something.So I went to borrow a book from my husband to listen to a story when I had nothing to do, or practice calligraphy with him for a while. Before leaving, I threw a pheasant and chopped off the hind legs of two red-eyed rabbits as a thank you gift.

Mr. Tang is grateful for the kindness of Bandit Tang, and he is more attentive in teaching.Although the two of them didn't say it clearly, it was a bit like the master-student friendship before the catastrophe.

A thin old man in a thick robe came over. He walked straight towards the winger, but was stopped by the flame army in front.

The old man handed over the wine gourd he was carrying, and said with a smile: "God made you come from a long way, and the people in our village were out of courtesy, so we couldn't welcome you from afar. This gourd contains the fruit wine I brewed in my free time. , and now dedicate it to the God Envoy to make amends. Please also please the God Envoy to accept it."

The winger looked at the gentleman, pondered for a moment, and said, "I've accepted the wine, you can go."

The gentleman didn't leave, but he looked around pretendingly, and said, "I don't know if the Lord God, who has worked so hard for us, has something to deal with?"

"Old man, hurry up and get out, don't toast and eat fine wine." Someone scolded.

"Sir, go back quickly." Bandit Tang also shouted.

He guessed that the master wanted to reason with the Flame Shrine, but not all gods were willing to reason with humans.

Bandits Tang and the others broke through the door and ran out just to charge for a while. Instead of being surrounded by people in the small courtyard, it is better to strike first and take the initiative.

As a result, when Mr. came out like this, didn't he make himself a hostage of the Flame Army?

He knows that the husband is worried about his own safety, but this is not sending warmth, this is sending a head.

On the contrary, they let them cast a mouse and fell into a passive position.

The gentleman smiled at Tang Bandit, looked up at the winger and said, "My lord, as far as I know, the Flame Shrine is dedicated to the great God of Flame. The purpose of the Flame Shrine is to ignite fire and find light. Helping people find hope in life.”

"However, what I don't understand is that today's army is overwhelming. Why are they dealing with a few children? Which law and teaching of the Flame Shrine have they violated, and they should be punished so harshly?"

"He killed the black robe of the Flame Shrine," said the winger.

"The old man has to ask again, why did they kill the black robe of the Huoyan Shrine? Huoyan Shrine wants to exercise power on behalf of the sky, so people must be convinced, right?"

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The winger has no way to answer this question, nor does he want to answer it.

"Old man, get out of here quickly, or I will chop off your head with one knife."

"Take him away, take him away."

"Aren't you tired of working? Be careful, I'll kill your whole family."
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The gray robes expelled them cursingly. They knew why the bandits wanted to kill the black robes, but they could pretend that they didn't know.

Even trying to find a way to clear the winger.

Are you worthy of killing such a big shot?
The gentleman laughed and said, "You can chop off my head with one knife, or shoot me with one shot, it's not a big deal. However, where the divine light shines, there is no room for reasoning? If this kind of thing If it spreads out, it will be a hindrance to the reputation of the envoy, right?"

"This kind of thing." The winger looked at the gentleman, these people are really naive. "It can't be passed on."

"That's right. It can't be spread. If everyone is dead, where can it be spread?" The gentleman sighed. "This world is such a world, and this old land has become such an old land. No one speaks reason, and no one is willing to listen to reason."

"However, the old man happened to read a few books and realized some truths. Let me hide behind the door panel and watch the flame shrine murder innocent children. I can't do it, and I don't want to do it. I think, After all, I have to stand up and say a few words.”

"Sir, we will be fine when we come back." Bandit Tang shouted hastily.

He understands the meaning of the husband, and he also knows the mind of the husband.

Mr. Tang thought Bandit Tang was just an ordinary hunter, and he had no ability to resist in the face of the massacre at the Flaming Shrine.

So, he stood up.

He stood up and reasoned with the people from the Flame Shrine
However, it is unreasonable to reason with these people.

The gentleman did not look back at Bandit Tang, and used his thin and small body to resolutely block the flame army's guns, and said: "I'm old, I can't do much, so I will block a few bullets for you."

If I block one more bullet, one less bullet will be fired at you.

"gentlemen."

"Let me block a bullet too," said the young voice.

It was my husband's youngest son who often read and wrote with Tang bandits.He doesn't talk much, but he is very simple.

"Let me block a bullet too."

This time it was my husband's eldest son who walked with a limp.

He was injured while hunting and broke his calf bone, which is why the husband's family is often hungry.

"And I"

This time it was Blacksmith Zhao who opened the door. The predator organization kidnapped Blacksmith Zhao's son and forced Blacksmith Zhao's family to provide them with weapons.From then on, Blacksmith Zhao provided the bandit's dagger and Xiaopang's hammer specially.

"Count me in."

This time it was Grandma Hua, who was already very old, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

Tang Bandit and Xiaopang both like to eat meat, so the old man took the cassava and sweet potatoes at home to give away.

One by one, one by one.

Countless closed courtyard doors opened, and everyone walked out with the old and the young.

Walk up to Mr. and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

We can't do much, but we can help stop a bullet.

(End of this chapter)