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Chapter 213: The Legendary Ghost Bodhisattva (3)

The Ghost Bodhisattva could no longer remember how many people he had killed. He only knew that the avengers who came flooding up in front of him were no longer human.

Ghost Bodhisattva's raised and lowered hands were exhausted, and the continuous beheading made his hands tremble uncontrollably.

King Rong Di didn't stop at all because of the shouting outside. He was enjoying the service of the beauties taken from different tribes. From the corner of the king's eyes, he looked at several people who visibly trembled. King Rong Di laughed out loud. He likes others to submit to him, and seeing others shrinking and trembling in front of him, he has an innate Enjoyment.

Not only did the shouting and killing outside not affect his nature, on the contrary, for him, this right to control the fate of others is like the best aphrodisiac in the world, allowing him to still feel his own vitality in this environment .

"Hahaha." King Rongdi opened the curtain and watched an avenger fall under the sword of the ghost bodhisattva. King Rongdi had a panoramic view of the unwillingness and fear before his death.

King Rongdi pressed down the head of his beautiful woman, ignoring her heart-piercing screams, and forced his penis into her mouth.

When the two softest parts touched together, King Rongdi couldn't help but gasped, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

After the initial short-term eclipse of the girl in name, she quickly adapted to what King Rongdi did to her. Whether it is Yiqu people or Rongdi people, the one who can keep her alive is the one who is worth betraying herself Soul.

Even a few other women from other tribes showed envious expressions on their faces when they saw the Yiqu woman puffing and puffing under King Rongdi's crotch.

That's right, it's envy. Of course, what they envy is not what the women of Yiqu are doing. Women also have fantasies. The objects of their fantasies may not be tall and mighty warriors, but it is absolutely impossible for them to be fat and fat like King Rongdi. An old man, even if he controls his own life now.

What they are envious of is the upcoming freedom of Yiqu women. From the first woman, the more tribes King Rong Di broke through, the more women in the car, until now there are only a few of them.

Those women were all played enough by King Rongdi, and they were comfortable serving King Rongdi, and were let go by King Rongdi, although King Rongdi regarded those released women as venting objects to his soldiers The same destruction can be turned a blind eye, but those people left alive and walked towards freedom after all.

One Rongdi king, more soldiers, but who cares, for the sake of survival and freedom, they don't mind whether the people lying on top of them are Rongdi people or Yiqu people, even if the person lying on top of them is not even human .

Standing beside King Rongdi's Luanjia, the Ghost Bodhisattva showed a trace of disgust in his eyes.

This ugly King Rongdi is not for the so-called hegemony of Rongdi at all. The ghost bodhisattva can even be sure that the support of King Rongdi's imperial conquest is probably because the yellow-faced woman in the palace cannot satisfy King Rongdi. The beauties were also collected in the harem by King Rongdi.

Dozens of tribes have different personalities and looks, but without exception, the beauties who are the most beautiful women are the driving force for King Rongdi to travel thousands of miles and lead his warriors.

What disgusted the Ghost Bodhisattva was not only this fat pig with naked buttocks, but also the war that lasted for a year, or the massacre.

From the Yiqu people to the coalition forces of various tribes, the Rongdi people played too much this time.

There has never been real peace in the Western Regions, but there is absolutely no real war in the true sense.

This time, Di Rong created history, but this history is destined to bear a shameful name. King Rong Di will definitely be nailed to the history of the Western Regions by time.

King Rongdi didn't have the hearts of the people, the army, and even the heart of his personal bodyguard who bestowed supreme rights, status and wealth.

But on the battlefield, no one cares who is in command of them, and they naturally don't care who they are working for, whether their behavior is horrific or not.

On the battlefield, there is only one thing worthy of their concern, and it is themselves who survive, not others.

The Rongdi people are destined to win this war. They are even more determined than the coalition forces of various tribes eager for revenge. This determination is called survival.

The Avengers have never thought about whether their lives are valuable. In their view, it is worthwhile to use their lives to blunt the Rongdi people even a little bit.

The crowd tactics have been terrifying in countless battles, but when they faced the Rongdi people who were not in the least dull because of the large number of people, this tactics became a one-sided massacre, or moths to the flame.

The setting sun is weeping blood. Under the elongated setting sun, a stream slowly flows out of the valley. This stream is red. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the red stream gives people a feeling of sadness.

Winning is a simple word, but it took tens of thousands of lives to write it.

Even though the Rongdi people were invaders, they were silent in the face of the mountain-high pile of corpses. The well-dressed Rongdi people and the ragged avengers formed a stark contrast and a clear distinction.

The dead are old, and there is no difference between Rongdi people, Yiqu people, and Baimao people. The sky they live in is called the Western Regions, and they are all Western Regions people.

King Rong Di, who was immersed in the wine pool and meat forest, dragged his fat body out of the car like a wriggling maggot.

Always thought that King Rongdi was a foolish king, a ghost bodhisattva of a tyrant, changed his view of King Rongdi at this moment.

King Rongdi bent his waist with difficulty, or a pile of fat.

"Everything started because of me today, and it will end because of me. Brothers who died, your family is my family, your parents are my parents, your wives are my sister, your children , are my juniors, and you are my most trusted, loyal and brave brothers."

In the end, King Rongdi did not bend his waist, which had long since disappeared, but he used another method instead of bowing to express his respect.

The Ghost Bodhisattva looked at the Rongdi King who was thrown to the ground, and heard a lot of words from his mouth that made his nose sore. Is this still the Rongdi King?
For no reason, an idea suddenly flashed in Ghost Bodhisattva's mind. If King Rong Di had said this ten years earlier, no, five years earlier, I am afraid that the Western Regions would not be what they are now, and those soldiers who died , and will not bury their bones in a foreign country, and more importantly, those of them who are alive will never bear the lingering shadow of their lifetime because of the crimes they committed.

(End of this chapter)