sun devour

Chapter 407

Many things happened that night, and it was destined to be a sad day for many people.

The people in Lang City found that many people of the older generation returned to the city with bruised noses and swollen faces, so that the people in the city didn't even know what happened.

"Isn't that the ancestor of the Tenan family? He is a sage who has been famous for thousands of years. Who beat him like that?"

A white-haired old man, with blood all over his face and a collapsed nose, rushed into the city in a panic.

"Could something have happened there?"

Everyone looked to the southwest, and many people jumped up directly and fled away.

When these people rushed to the edge of the entrance mountain, a loud and clear cry caused many people to fall directly from the clouds.

"Selling biscuits here!"

This is a tenor voice with a long pitch. From this voice, everyone can hear that the person who made the sound
Definitely a loud voice!
Because there is no coercive fluctuation in this voice, it is pure shouting.

The green smoke was slowly rising, and the burning smell was strong. Just before the sparkling ripples, a middle-aged man with a bearded face was reclining on a boulder. Throwing a bunch of black things back and forth, this image is definitely a representative figure among sloppy men.

Not far from him, a rough-looking young man was standing in front of a kang, on which burnt balls or flour balls were placed, and the loud and clear call came from this young man in the mouth.

"Seeded cakes, big and crispy sesame seed cakes, they're cheap."

The youth shouted loudly.

"That's the so-called biscuits?"

Either it was burnt, or it was still flour. Moreover, these people could clearly see the process of turning the ball of flour on the kang into a scorched ball.

What made these people even more devastated was that there was a very long queue in front of the kang. Some of these people had swollen noses, some were downcast, some had frightened faces, and some even glanced over here with inexplicable eyes. , with different expressions, none of the thousands of people had a normal expression.

Those who lined up respectfully handed over pieces of shimmering color, until the young man nodded, then took a piece of charred sesame seed cake on the kang, and then walked to the side, standing there stupidly.

There are many sages and sages among them.

"How is this going?"

These people feel like their heads are going to explode.

They couldn't figure out why these people wanted to buy the charred sesame seed cakes, but judging from their expressions, they seemed to be afraid of the person who sold the sesame seed cakes.

"Hey, you guys, why are you standing there stupidly? Hurry up and line up to buy biscuits!"

A shout louder than the voice of a young man rang out, which stunned the people who had rushed over just now, and looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"What are you looking at, I'm talking about you newcomers!"

Following the voice, they realized that the speaker was a bearded middle-aged man lying on the boulder, pointing in the direction of himself and others with the black thing in his hand.

"Hey, it's just that shit is not as good as something, and it's also called biscuits? Is that something people eat?"

A strong man with a strong breath, a fat body, like a beast, with a look of disdain, stretched out a finger, pointed at the black and white lumps on the kang, and spoke.

Dog shit is not as good as it is not for people to eat.

As soon as he said such words, he felt a chill all over his body, and goosebumps jumped wildly, as if being stared at by ten thousand poisonous snakes.

Sweeping his eyes slightly, he found that no matter who was holding the burnt black dough in their hands or those who were waiting in line, they were all looking at him with extremely unfriendly eyes, and they were almost about to mobilize and attack.

His heart trembled, his expression stunned.

It seems that I said the wrong thing.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

There was a sudden bang, carrying the sound of bones breaking, and everyone saw that the fat and strong man who was talking had a black thing printed on his face, blood spattered, molars spit out, his face was turned upside down, his body was like It fell like a meteor and fell into the mountains in the distance. The huge noise startled countless birds and beasts.

In such a situation, the people queuing up below just took it for granted, and there seemed to be no accident, and their faces were all gloating.

However, these later people, almost did not dislocate their jaws.

Fat and strong man, the surging aura on his body made a hole in the invisible space. This is the phenomenon of cultivating the holy world, but he was hit by a pitch-black object, and his life and death were unknown. How did these people suffer? up.

"Damn you, I can't beat you to death, but you dare to hit my place."

Hearing the sound, everyone looked over and saw that the bearded middle-aged man on the boulder had already stood up, with his hips on his hips, raised his hands, and was yelling curses there.

This appearance made the hearts of those present twitch.

Too embarrassing!

Too much to draw!

"What are you looking at? This is Lao Tzu's site. I'm not here to buy biscuits, so get out of here quickly."

He stared and shouted at these people who had just rushed over.

In the blink of an eye, another black ball appeared on his right hand.

Looking at the inexplicable thing floating in his hands, how everyone looked at it, it looked so called sesame seed cakes on the heated kang.

After the shock of violence, these people looked at the round ball and were shocked. No one wanted to be hit like that, so they lowered their bodies one after another.

At this time, those who came later fully understood.

Why, those people with collapsed faces will return to the city, why, these people will stand here obediently queuing up to buy sesame seed cakes.

They lined up, thinking so in their hearts, but they couldn't help but glanced in the direction of Langcheng.

"Why hasn't anyone come yet?"

They seem to be expecting something.

This was a night of bloodshed. I don't know how many people's blood and tears were shed on this mountain, and how many people's molars were piled up.

The people who lined up and held the pitch-black objects felt extremely happy in their hearts when they saw the shocked expressions of the latecomers.

"Who the hell is that?"

Looking at the bearded middle-aged man reclining on the boulder, no one can maintain peace in his heart.

It seems that this night, there is no one who can bear his biscuits.

Listening to the slamming sound and looking at the scene of the blood blooming, it really makes people wonder why the light and thin biscuit became a holy weapon for smashing people in his hands, regardless of strength, No one can avoid it, and it must be full of flowers.

As soon as the biscuits came out, I had them all in the world, and the charred biscuits became the number one holy weapon for smashing people in history.

"What a weird person!"

The sage is still a person who throws sesame seed cakes all over the place, but he makes himself look like that, selling sesame seed cakes in this barren mountain and wild ridge, which makes no sense.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?"

He dared to think, but no one dared to say it, and he didn't even dare to show his expression.

"Selling biscuits here."

The shiny source block was sent out, and the dark biscuit was brought back. Only by holding this pitch-black biscuit, they felt a little safe in their hearts.

Burnt black biscuits are the only amulet of this region.

(End of this chapter)