On the edge of the Aryan Mountains, ten miles to the east, is farmland under the jurisdiction of Donetsk County, which almost cost everyone their lives. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the thick jungle, you can see the clear clouds through the gaps in the branches overhead. Birds whose names they don't know sing are singing tactful songs, celebrating the mood of being once again in a different world.

Celebrating the transformation of the five-man squad into a more elite four, celebrating the unity of purpose and course of action made their journey more efficient - most of the day had gone the way of yesterday, but the laughter had left them, and the lightness of reunion and the excitement of escaping had been mercilessly scorched black by the heartless bonfire with the wild boar that no one had eaten.

Hansen touched his bald head and didn't speak all day, he couldn't stand it.

But to whom? He looked at this, little Ina, with a twig and slapping the branches and leaves that stretched out along the way, not knowing whether he was borrowing things to express the emptiness in his heart, or simply wanting to practice swordsmanship;

He looked at that, Steve walked the fastest in front of the head, his steps were steady, his breathing was even, and from time to time he passed a wild fruit to the rear team, and the tenacity and indifference in his eyes revealed from his eyes, Hansen tried to understand the high strategic value and lofty political significance that this ungrateful act of the people should have.

But before he could figure it out, he was pulled back to the innocent and lovely real world by the lonely and lonely back of Lin Keer, who was closest to him, and further realized the cruelty and decisiveness of his line.

So the bald muscular man could only suppress his urge to find a conversation and start chatting for the eighth time, and he had to rack his brains to comfort himself: I am not ungrateful, I am a good man of flesh and blood, and a hero of the association who puts justice first.

There was a timid voice in his heart that lost no time in reminding him: Before we left, we gave Huang a bone, and under Lin Keer's strong request, we collected three days' rations for him, which should be said to be benevolent and righteous.

Is this really the case? Why did Lin Ke'er's pupils look so blank that she looked at a dead person when she looked back?

Xiao Ina thought very openly, for Lin Keer: The girl is pregnant with spring...... What's so good about that son of the demon beast? Rude and rude, with a low IQ, not to mention any romance, what graceful demeanor, what kind of amorous feelings, what does Miss Kerr like about him? It's nothing more than being deceived by his clever words, why did you fall in love with him after a dream? Bullshit! You want to lie to me Ina? Maybe he gave Miss Kerr some kind of ****** medicine, and when he returns to the association, he will definitely let the military medical officer give Miss Kerr a good examination.

As for the child's angry pouting and not speaking, why is his face pale and his steps heavy...... Well...... It will be fine in two days. Blowing the mountain breeze, breathing in the fresh air, waiting to see so many glamorous and well-educated famous families in this flower world, waiting to see the continuous garrison camp tents on the banks of the Liuye Lake and the Yuma River, and waiting for her to broaden her horizons along the way, and really get out of the pain of losing her father, what kind of short-lived demon beast should be completely forgotten, right?

Well, it must be like that.

Why do you always feel bad in your heart?

As one of the initiators, Xiao Ina was ruthless at the time, the more she spoke, the more she scolded, the more she felt that she was justified, and she didn't know if she was overdoing it when her head was hot, although the purpose had been achieved, but in retrospect, she always felt that there was a little bit of regret, regret, regret that the bad woman who may have flashed in her consciousness in an instant with sinister intentions and bloody mouths.

Thinking of this again, without exception, Little Ina was so angry that she swung the branch in her hand from top to bottom and slapped it on the seven aunts and eight aunts who were also members of the branch family, so as to drive out all the thoughts in her mind that were not conducive to the completion of the task.

At this time, I heard Steve muttering to himself as if into the air, "Since you did it, don't regret it." ”

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Jack the cat was smoking a cigarette on a big tree, and the injury on his arm had long been healed. No, keep your mind alive and find something to do for yourself.

The task of searching the merchants in the county was completed more than half a month ago, in fact, as long as the chief of Dagong gave an order, the spies everywhere were open, and no one was afraid of offending people, so even if there were 10,000 passing merchants, they could also have a few cats in their house, and what color each cat was.

Moving his shoulders, he said that it was the elite Mingfeng team, and the captain Locke was actually injured for the first time, and he carried out tasks on weekdays, regardless of who the object was, the Assassin Association did things, and rarely let his people have the opportunity to suffer. I have the impression that the most serious injury before is because there are too many people in my own person, and everyone wants to take the lead, more than 1,000 people surrounded the seriously injured and dying senior warrior Xiang Tiange at the Wujiang Ferry, and grabbed the head worth 5,000 gold coins.

Imagine that Xiang Tiange only has one head, and everyone has thousands of knives to block the riverbank, and the archers in the back row can only stare and be greedy, so a guy wants to find one, engrave his name on the arrow, and then draw the bow and shoot it with his eyes closed......

The arrow on the ass didn't even bother to wipe the medicine, and the middle-level samurai Locke didn't take two days to get better, and by the way, he sued the unlucky archer, as for what happened to that person, you don't need to ask.

If you think about the past many times, it's just the past.

In front of him, smashing his right shoulder blade, this kind of deep hatred, this sullen breath, no one in the Assassins Association can swallow it.

"Whoosh!" a dark figure rose from the ground and fluttered lightly on the branches. "What are you thinking? ”

"It's nothing, just when I can find those stinky rats. Locke relaxed his hateful facial muscles: "Xiaolin, is there a situation over there?"

Kobayashi: "Don't mention it, I haven't even seen a weasel." Xiao Lin spread his hands helplessly, the two toes that were close together turned out slightly, his feet were staggered from both sides of the branches, and the whole person leaned against the trunk of the tree, slid down, and slowly sat down next to Locke.

For Xiao Lin to show off the magic of the flying locust hand from time to time, Locke has long been used to it, and more than ten years of combat friendship is enough for him to get used to a lot of things, for example, Xiao Lin's feet really stink.

"Why don't we go back, it's not a way to stay here like this, in case it drags on for a long time and you get nothing, it's not easy to go back. Xiao Lin buttoned his ears and eyes, tilted his head, stared at the target very seriously, and then flicked the large ball of earwax between his middle finger and index finger towards the poisonous mosquito that had always been the size of his thumb.