So if Heng Qian really just walked along the coastline, it is very likely that he would be captured and taken prisoner. Then it is also dangerous to say that you go down the path of sheep's intestines. I can only choose to move closer to a place with fewer people. This is also strange, the more you don't want to see things, the easier it is to bump into them.

This is still saying just now, just because I am still injured in the state of one and a half buckets of water, so I must not have any conflict. I should just find a place to recuperate before setting off, at least I should take care of my injuries! Why do you say that the monks here are not very friendly to foreign monks? As mentioned earlier, this is a strict requirement for individual customers who come in. Basically, there were fewer people who came, and these monks were more feudal because they had less knowledge. It's impossible to turn back, and Heng Qian used Yu Sen's disguise to blend in very smoothly.

In fact, the people here are simple, as long as you prove that you are harmless, there is no distraction to harm this land. Basically, I won't bother you much. Then the first feeling after coming in is that everything is in ruins. According to what this passer-by said, this part of the Middle-earth Continent is still relatively good, and the more you go inside, it will basically be desolate. It really was a place where the tribe lived. Wang Fa and the like don't work at all, Heng Qian first figured out the situation here. Yu Sen: This is not to say omnipotent, this has not been back for many centuries. Another major feature is to say......

This Heng Qian is on the city wall, and everyone from the high level can see this great feature. The black-pressed crowd held signs and lined up neatly, shouting something in their mouths. Yes! Demonstrations! There are a lot of small drums here, so it means that these guys need to be together. Some small parades and propaganda are indispensable. It's still civilized, and it's just a parade with you. If you want to continue to go deeper, you will directly rob people.

Whoever has the most people will have the upper hand and have the right to speak. There are still fixed forces in this place, that is, they are constantly knocking on the side of the small forces around them. It didn't bring anything to this piece of land, but it was more handy to collect the people's fat and people's ointment. After entering the door, a few of them came to give themselves the sheets. These monks generally advocate force, but unlike Middle-earth, these guys advocate a body of tendon flesh.

I also like to walk shirtless on the street, which attracts the attention of many people. Because Heng Yan is hiding the spiritual pressure, these guys are not very polite to themselves, anyway, they shoehorn themselves leaflets. Probably the above meaning is also more clearly stated. What's the benefit of joining them anyway or something. Before leaving, the old black glared at himself, feeling like he was threatening himself. Before I could go all the way, I was stuffed with a few leaflets. Heng Qian had no choice but to go to the city wall, and it was generally normal to surround it, and it was not as unbearable as the outside world said. Anyway, this place can be described in four words in Heng Yan's mind.

"Waste waiting to be rebuilt!"

This is not Heng Yan couldn't help but sigh, the words that Heng Yan thought in his heart could actually be said, this is not himself? Heng Qian looked at this other corner, there was a young man really squatting on this wall brick, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, one foot hanging vertically in the air, and the other foot on his knees to support. The breeze is particularly leisurely. It's just that this guy's hairstyle is a little incomprehensible. Forget it in terms of jet-black and dense, and naturally you can see it. But what about the natural rolls under the black and thick, plus the appearance of being blown up by firecrackers. But you really don't say it, this explosion is really a bit of a level to say, the whole arc is full, it's not a waste at all! Just looking at this hairstyle, Heng Qian can't help but want to reach over and touch it to try what it feels like.

"Is this a natural or a wig!

"This ...... This must have been born! The main reason is that this black monk is really rare, and it is the first time I have seen it in such a comfortable state under normal circumstances. Really, let's be honest! If this is really not the end of the road, I don't recommend that you come to this place to wander around. By the way, did you say that you were waiting to be revived?"

"What? No, I didn't say that! I thought you said it, but it really means that the only one who has a heart and soul is me, and you. Why does this guy know? Must it have come out of this guy's mouth? Could it be that this guy is also observing a city?"

The Explosive-Head Monk rose from the wall and stretched. The activity moved a little bit of muscles. The monks' clothes here are also different from ours. It's really a piece of cloth that is folded in half and cut a hole in the middle of the top, and the end is stuck in. If you open your arms, it's like a triangle turned upside down. And there are many options inside, which can be matched with inner armor. This gesture is already a clear view of the situation inside. This is also a great relationship with the character of the local monks, who are straightforward and of course heroic. I don't have too much scheming, I don't want to be like a monk from the outside world, and I always think about something when I see other people's weaknesses.

"That's what you were trying to say?"

"You...... You're talking to me?"

"You're so humorous, it's just the two of us who can climb the walls. Do you think I'm not telling you, but who am I talking to? You can see the problem at a glance, and you are a character! Not to lose the monk from outside, this vision is still sharp! It seems that our monks here still need to go out for a walk. Make a friend! My name is Martin Luther. ”

"Martin Luther? It's four words!"

"No, no...... Not Martin Luther. It's Martin Luther, and there's a pause in between. ”

"Isn't this the same Martin Luther?

"Forget it! That's what it means to tell you for a long time. You can call me Mr. Ma! I don't think you're a local monk in your profession! You even know how to go up the city wall to see the scenery, and I don't think you're good at it. It's just that he must have escaped from Middle-earth under his scars!"