Reverend Insanity

"The original three kings inherit, there is such a line of life. m. If I get the token, I am sure I can let go of my hands and feet, and I will not quit early." Bao Tong was greatly exclaimed.

Li Qiang took the initiative to pick up the glass and toast to Fang Yuan: "The words of the little beastmaster are really words. This cup of wine celebrates the slain of the 100-year-old boy!"

People are walking away from tea. Just now Li Qiang is still in a cordial conversation with the 100-year-old boy. Now he is changing to Fangyuan. He immediately changed his words and characterized the 100-year-old boy as a scum.

"Ha ha ha, let's talk about it." Fang Yuan did not pick up the glass, but looked at the dry children of the 100-year-old boy, waved impatiently. "Today I am getting rid of the guilt, I feel good, let you guys Life. If you don't want to stay, give me a roll. Roll it, roll it, keep it in my eyes!"

When the 100-year-old boy died, these dry sons and daughters had long been anxious. When they heard this, they couldn’t help but face each other.

"How? Stay here, want to kill me?" Fang Yuan faintly sneered.

Immediately, the crowd rioted, and many people walked away, and the banquet was half empty.

But a few of these dry children of the 100-year-old boy have stayed.

"Founder, you are my savior!" A dry son slammed down and shouted with tears. "I was forced by a guy who was a hundred-year-old boy to be a thief, and the little beastmaster. , cover all directions, save me in the fire, you are my life-saving man!"

"Little Beastmaster, your powerful has completely conquered my heart, please let me stay, accompany you, wait for you." A beautiful dry daughter screamed.

"Little Beastmaster, you save a little in the disaster, your great grace and me will never forget. Grace and re-creation, please let me call you dry!" A seven-and-eighty old man, fell to the ground, emotionally Shouting.

Oh, la la la.

In an instant, Fang Yuan’s face collapsed.

When the 100-year-old boy died, the heads of this group of forces would be gone and immediately fell apart. Most people flee, while others change their minds and want to rely on the source.

"Ha ha ha..." Fang Yuan laughed. "It’s really good to say, good, good."

On the faces of a group of dry children, there is also a color of joy.

But then Fang Yuan laughed and the face was dark. Low drink: "A group of aunts flattered! Killing is killing, sin is sin, what is great. I have never dismissed such hypocritical appreciation. I like to kill, I like sin, listen, how direct. How pure You also give me a roll, want to take revenge, go to build up strength, I am waiting for you to challenge me!"

The children are both astonished. Fear and stunned.

“Well?” Fang Yuan snorted from the nose and sighed, and the animal shadow slammed. Kill one person on the spot.

Everyone wakes up like a dream and screams in unison. They fled to the wolf outside the cave, and the fart was flowing.

The remaining teachers are not good-looking.

Fangyuan is moody and murderous, so that people around him are under pressure. Although the 100-year-old boy is abhorrent, compared with him, I don’t know how many times I am cute.

Only white condensed ice, sitting on the left hand side of Fangyuan, the blue eyelids are half-closed and half-closed, and the face is calm as ice.

Li Qiang’s wine glass has been kept, and he has not fallen. At this time, he also forgot to swear, and barely smiled: “The little beastmaster, the hoes and grasses have to be removed from the roots. These people have let go, and they have made their mark after one day? From the perspective of insurance, It’s a good thing to kill them. It’s not a problem for the little beastmasters to remember them. I remember. It’s just a matter of thanks for the killing of these people.

"No problem, no problem." Fang Yuan will rely on the back of the chair, a smile.

I have let go of these people and have their own plans, but I can’t say it.

After thinking about it, Fang Yuan said: "I have never been afraid of offending people when I walked the magic road. As long as I am constantly strong, what is revenge? Ten people revenge, I am killing ten people, 100 people revenge, I will kill 100 people. Revenge in the world, I will kill the whole world! If I am revengeful, it will prove that I am not strong enough, not enough effort, slack off the practice, and deserve to die!"

Fang Yuan said this, in the eyes of the treacherous flashes, left and right glances, such as the evil tigers and beasts, no one dared to look at him.

"The little beastmaster is jealous of others and more embarrassed to himself!"

"This party is too strong! Not afraid of revenge, not afraid of death, leaving life to die..."

"Founder is crazy, and the psychology is not normal at all. It is definitely a nightmare to be an enemy with such a person!"

Everyone listened to Fang Yuan’s words, and his heart was cold.

Fangyuan’s successful earthquake hit everyone, and it’s just right. Yan Yan smiled: “We drink the bar.”

Everyone picked up the glass of wine and trembled as if they were accompanied by a tiger that ate people, and they thought of their own safety. The original wine became uninteresting.

But then, Fang Yuan talked about the inheritance of the Three Kings and exposed many secrets.

The hearts of all people are completely attracted to the past, and the secrets of one by one are heard in the ears. Many people are excited and heavy.

Only Li’s worries and worries: “What is the idea of ​​this little beastmaster? Actually exposed these precious information, what exactly does he want to do?”

After an hour, the banquet is over.

Fang Yuan killed a hundred-year-old boy, who took up the nest and also hosted a banquet. Others are still unfinished, and they feel that it is worthwhile.

When they stepped out of the hole, they even had some reluctance and wanted to hear more from Fang Yuan’s mouth.

As for the original owner of the banquet, the 100-year-old boy, the body that was torn in half is still on the ground, the blood has penetrated into the land, and the pale bones radiate cold light under the moonlight.

Everyone talked and laughed, walked through his body, and no one went to the loser and cast a glimpse.

This is the end of the magical loser.

The king of the winner, the loser.

All the magical divisions have more or less such awareness.

......

There was a patter of light rain in the sky.

The gloomy sky, the wind is steep and bragging.

Drizzle is on the girl's hair, shoulders, back, and even the whole body.

"If the man is young, the person can't be resurrected, please also mourn." The leader of the iron-clad four old middle-aged, standing behind the girl at this time, expressed concern and comforted.

But the girl did not speak. In the past, her eyes were bright and star-shaped. At this time, she was lost and empty, and there was no firm and sharp gaze from the past.

Tie Ruo looked at the tombstone in front of him.

These tombstones are cut pieces of rock that are engraved with the names of the sleepers.

Tiemu, iron knife bitter, wire flower, iron proud, iron tyrant...

The names of these ones can all be related to the deepest and deepest memories of Tie Ruo’s heart.

But the partners who once fought side by side with her and marched together have become the coldest body in the land. Like the heart of the iron man, there is no more temperature.

"I killed you, I have not fulfilled the responsibility of a leader!"

"You are dead, but I am living alone. I am a coward..."

"It's like a nightmare, father, I am losing your face."

In addition to the deep self-blame, Tie Ruoman has confession and confusion.

The pride of this day, after experiencing the pain of the loss of the father, strives to climb, like a rising new star, and has received the attention and blessings of countless people.

But a battle a few months ago, Fang Yuan personally knocked the new star down to the bottom of the valley, into a gloomy corner, kneeling on the ground, covered with cracked gray meteorite.

"Hey..." The iron shovel of the head of the old four of the iron family looked at the thin and thin back of the girl in the rain, giving a deep sigh.

But at this moment, an old voice, gently, sounded behind him: "It has been a few months, if the boy is still like this?"

The shovel is shocked!

Who is so close to himself, he has never noticed!

In an instant, he was stunned and turned around, and he turned around in a subconscious way.

But a thin, thin hand was gently placed on his shoulder, accompanied by a voice: "Hey, don't be embarrassed."

The shovel was suddenly stiff, and the empty sea of ​​boiling water was shrouded in a powerful invisible force.

It seems to be a thousand peaks of Qingshan, suddenly suppressed.

The head of the iron-clad four old masters, the four-turn high-ranking iron shovel, at this moment, can not move, all the body is banned, like a small insect in amber!

But when he saw the face of the coming man, the stunned scream of the shovel was turned into ecstasy.

"Ah, it’s the old patriarch you!"

At this time, the old and thin old man standing in front of him is the patriarch of the iron family generation, iron white!

"The position of the patriarch, I have long since retired to let the sage. Now I am not an old family, oh, you directly call me a white." The old man gently waved his hand and smiled.

"How can you be a younger generation? www.readwn.com~ How dare to call your old patriarch directly!"

For the old man in front of him, the heart of the shovel is full of reverence and envy.

"The name is just a code name. The name "Mu Mubai" is used to refer to it. There is nothing wrong with it." The old man's words are indifferent, his eyes are sorrowful, and he has already seen fame and fortune.

The shovel still wants to talk, but the old man waved his hand slightly and slowly walked up to the side of Tie Ruo-nan.

He stood in front of the tombstone and turned his back to the iron man. Then reach out and touch the surface of the stone, and sigh gently: "Iron family, where is the death, where is it buried. This is the rule that the Iron House has set since its creation. Do you know why?"

Tie Ruoman still squats on the ground, seems to have not heard, indifferent.

The old man continued: "Because for the iron family, the battlefield is the greatest glory! Iron tyrants, iron, iron, bitter, iron, and iron are like this, your father is cold. The same is true. I will die in the future, and it will be the same. You are dead."8