From the Bird

Lantau island, night.

The candlelight was lingering, and there was a lot of ink and animal carcasses on display. Between the tedious sketches, the lady in the ring hugged a grass man in front of her chest, glowing.

The leader of Gaoli ghost, Chaoyi holding the ring-headed sword, kneeling in front of his feet, nine people who tied his hands and feet, crying for help.

These people, male and female, old and young, were all gagged with towels on their mouths.

Chaoyi's fingers pinched behind the neck of a man, raised his knife, and swung downwards.

The head fell to the ground, and blood and water flowed in all directions along the ink. Suddenly, the ink marks on the ground became the blood of the demon smelt.

Blood was splashed on Mrs. Ten's face, but she didn't notice it. A corpse in front of her was dead, and blood was flowing in her cavity.

As soon as the humble grass man looked up, his limbs stretched his teeth and danced for a while, then went down again.

"Ma'am, how do you feel?"

Mrs. Ten shook her head: "The effect is getting worse and worse. It's better than nothing." She smiled at the corner of her mouth and said, "I took out the strength of the original Xiuer, and maybe I can see the sun tomorrow."

"lady!"

"Chaoyi, if I was in the rattan that day, I won't repeat it, you should understand."

Chaoyi remained silent for a while: "One hundred and twelve Gaoli ghosts, only Tianbao Zi's horse head is looking forward."

"Hey ~" Mrs. Ten waved her hand. "Chaoyi, speaking, you are a few years older than me. Follow the road to marry the Red Banner Gang, these years, thanks to your care."

"Where's Madam."

"You went to the Red Flag to help him earlier. In these years, you have been licking blood, and the credit is not less than that of Tianbao Tsai. , You have to support her, don't let her be mad by nature. "

"Ma'am, never."

Chaoyi said categorically.

The lady ten heard her eyebrows low, and gave him a quiet look.

She took out a fire-painted envelope from her arms and handed it to Chaoyi.

"This thing is the secret of word-of-mouth communication of the Red Flag Gang over the years. I'm afraid I won't be able to get him back. I can't rest assured to give it to others. You can transfer it to Tianbao Tsai.

Chaoyi took it respectfully and accepted it.

"Go. I want to rest."

"Ma'am, you ..."

"Go on."

Chaoyi lowered her head and retreated out for a long time.

Mrs. Ten's face was soft. She looked at the back of Chaoyi, looking like a clay sculpture, but her mouth was down.

This rampant, murderous.

In the South China Sea, the mist was blown away by the wind, and the flames, shipwrecks, and corpses were floating on the sparkling sea.

With the "Mr. Yan" and the skeleton of the surname Lu submerged into the ocean floor, the ups and downs of the waves also calmed down.

When Cha Xiaodao turned around with the four locks, he saw only the bodies of sea beasts on the sea in front of Li Yan, and Li Yan sharpened the head of the big gun with sharp stones. The surviving pirates slumped and sat on the boat, and some got up, took hooks and ropes, and went fishing for those jewels and jaws that hadn't drifted away.

Li Yan's body armor was torn and bloodshot, and he was obviously not tired.

"Here, help fishing."

...

Quanlangdou's shock has passed for two hours.

The salty smell of the sea breeze swept across the deck. A row of black seagulls soared across the horizon.

Li Yan pretended to be resting on the rope net to restore his physical strength. In his mind, all the experiences of the Yan Fu incident seemed like a joke.

He remembered the last time he was in Yandu, and he answered his questions with his own tolerance. Think about it. Decided to communicate with Ninja who is responsible for his information prompt in this incident.

"Do you have any questions, Master?"

"I want to ask you, how can you do it ..."

...

"Master, do you have any other questions?"

There was a tender voice in his ear. It doesn't belong to anyone on the ship.

"... It's gone. Thank you, but, oh, aside, when a ghost without a substance, following someone else's ghost, feels bad."

"There is a limit on the number of words for the Shidu-level walking and the free dialogue of this event. You have nothing to do with walking adults. Are you sure you want me to answer?"

"of course."

"Eight million tolerant soil is part of Yan Fu's fruit tree body. It only has mimicry consciousness, and there is no bad feeling."

"But as far as I know, not all forbearing soil is as impersonal as you. No matter what consciousness, it has instincts, like eating and mating. What about you? Having an entity is beyond your instinct. Inside?"

"... Actually, I would love to try."

"Compared to you from our social form, those who have entities and are responsible for the aftermath of the aftermath should be above you. If you want to be like them, you must make a contribution to be promoted. Am I right?"

"The tolerance is not high."

"Okay, let's change the angle. I think, can you have flesh? Is that something to do with me?"

"Questions are beyond the authority of Shidu and cannot be answered."

"The higher my evaluation of the Yan Fu incident, the more hope you have and become that kind of physical tolerant soil. So, we are on a boat. I'm better, you're better."

"... the word count has exceeded the limit, this event will only provide the most basic reminders."

"..."

Li Yan opened his eyes, but realized that the clouds in the sky seemed to be fiddled with something, and finally formed a sentence, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. Such a method is exactly the same as the manifestation of the content of the Yan Fu incident when he went in and out.

The sentence is: Quanzhou grabs Buddha

Li Yan deji smiled, stretched out and looked at the boat.

Cha Xiaodao took a pot to cook the fish soup, until the fish was boiled, and took out a small knife to remove the fish bones. Then add sesame oil and salt, stir well with a horse spoon, and steam a large pot.

Several pirates covered their noses, splashed a bucket of cold water on the board, and brushed their blood and mucus with a bristle brush.

Uncle Tiger, the boat doctor, had nails in his mouth, his legs crossed on the mast, and the hammer hit him.

Several ship ring-shaped displays of the Red Flag Gang, everyone shouted the trumpet, salvaged the still-usable ship parts and some valuable goods from the water.

The bare-footed pirate pulled out a pot of silver wire from a pile of leaky tatters in the net, and couldn't help exulting his eyebrows.

"This thing is rare at first glance! Brother Haisheng, remember it. I changed it, ten percent."

He shouted, a young man with a bronze face, biting a brush in his mouth. He glanced at the man, and said vaguely, "You are indispensable."

Everyone's interest was very high. First, Quanlangdou, and later encountered such a large wave, not to mention those magical things, the loss of the Red Banner Gang was not great. You know, during Quanlangdou, many people were thinking that their lives could change some hanging money for the family.

Dan Niang and Xue Ba sat face to face. She left the wound on the boy's neck with a glaring finger.

"Try it out, can you speak?"

Xue Ba opened his mouth: "Wo, me, my wave ~"

Dan Niang pulled her hair behind her ear and smiled.

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