"Isn't that okay?" Melidosa frowned and said: "The rules of the legion are there, and you can't move around at will, and besides, every year some of our members die in battle, and this pension is already quite a lot, and it may not be appropriate to double it again." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Everyone also said that there was no need to double it.

Zhao Bing said with a straight face: "The rules of the legion can be changed, I am now the leader, can I change it?" ”

Everyone was speechless.

Yes, Zhao Bing is the leader, and the rules of the legion can naturally be modified by him.

Zhao Bing continued: "This time the deceased, the pension is doubled, this time, the money will be paid by me, I will let Han Xue pay the money to the account of the legion when I go back, and in the future, if there are war dead, according to the merits, the pension can be increased appropriately, up to one million US dollars, I will instruct Han Xue, every year, Zhongsheng International's income, take out a certain percentage, fill it into the legion fund, in order to spend this increased pension." ”

Fat Niu said: "Chief, now that you are the big boss of the company, in this way, isn't it okay to take money from your pocket?" ”

Zhao Bing said: "You also said, we are a family, I regard you as my own brother, my money, that is, your money, this kind of thing, if you don't bring it in life, you don't bring it in death, and if you make too much, you should share it with everyone." ”

These words are very simple, but they moved everyone.

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It is located in the southernmost part of the country of M.

The mountains are so densely forested that it is almost impossible to see buildings that are in keeping with modern society, except for a road that passes through the area.

In fact, it is sparsely populated and quite backward, and it is almost uninhabited except for a car that passes by for ten days and a half.

But on a certain mountain with an altitude of more than 3,000 meters, in a primeval forest, there is a very magnificent building.

It is very oriental Chinese architectural style, like a very old temple.

But it's not a temple, it's more like a grand palace.

At this time, above the main hall of the palace, four or five men in red robes all knelt on the ground, no one dared to raise their heads, and their bodies were even trembling slightly.

On a step in front of them, the marshal was watching them.

As Holkins described, the Magic Marshal is very neutral.

He has long pure white hair with a shawl, and wears a golden hoop on his head, which looks like a walker in Eastern legends, and he wears a mask on his face, a typical demon in Western deification, with a big mouth of blood, and the mask is white as a whole, but there seems to be blood flowing on the mask, which is particularly terrifying.

Tall and moderately built, it is easy to associate him with a beautiful man just by looking at his figure, and of course, he can also think of the kind of female model with a very soft body - if his chest was bigger, maybe no one would think of him as a man.

In fact, no one dared to say for sure that he was a man.

As he stood there, it was like a gust of wind blowing, and the four demon generals who were kneeling on the ground in front of him trembled.

It was a fear that came from the bones.

The Demon Marshal had been standing here for a long, long time, and he hadn't said a word.

But it was because he didn't say a word that these people were so afraid.

The Fourth Demon General was killed in battle, and more than a dozen of the organization's elites were slaughtered.

This has never happened in the history of the Red Devils.

Everyone present knew what kind of temper the very neutral man in front of him was.

Sometimes he is gentle like water, like a well-educated lady, and sometimes he is violent like a demon, like a demon from hell.

He kills people without blinking, but he is very good to people.

He is a contradiction, and it is impossible to understand his feelings.

Although it was not the first time they had seen the demon handsome, they had never been able to truly understand the man in front of them.

In the Red Devils, apart from God, the Demon Marshal is the supreme leader.

If God is everyone's spiritual belief, then the demon commander is the actual controller of the Red Devil.

The time for everyone to see God is even rarer, at the beginning of the establishment of the Red Devils, you can still see God, but in recent years, God has rarely come out, except for some grand festivals, such as some specific festivals set by the organization, God will hardly come forward.

But everybody knows that God is always there, and he is like standing in the clouds, quietly watching his people, and he lives in this palace, but he rarely comes out.

After nearly two decades of development, the scale of the Red Devils is not what it used to be, but at first, it was only mysterious, and it was not until the appearance of the demon commander that it was truly developed.

The Demon Shuai, with the power of one person, made the Red Devil gradually rise, and also made the Red Devil gradually deviate from its original purpose and become a killing machine.

But, he is the magic handsome.

No one dared to disobey his orders.

He is also God's spokesman in the world, and his will is God's will.

If God wants to do something that makes sense, then the people below can only help him succeed.

The magic marshal's hands were taken out of his sleeves.

What kind of hands were they, smooth and white, with ten slender fingers, and ten fingers full of rings.

The style of the ring is very simple, but also very strange, like ten different shapes of fierce beasts, if everyone present dares to look at him, dare to observe carefully, you can find that these ten fierce beasts, all from the myths and legends of the East, each has its own origin.

It's a pity that no one dared to look at him head-on.

He gently combed his long snow-white hair with his hands, and after a while, he finally spoke.

"Holkins is dead."

The four demon generals' bodies trembled, and they became even more nervous, and they lowered their bodies and did not dare to speak.

However, they finally knew why the Demon Marshal was so angry.

Yes, they were sure that the man in front of them was really angry.

The fourth demon general, Holkin, is known for his courage and tenacity, and has always been valued by the demon commander, and his death will naturally make adults angry.

For them, the anger of adults has always been defused only by the blood of their opponents, so they understand that this time their opponents will have to pay a heavy price.

"And the person who killed him is our old adversary, the Beauty Snake Army."

The hearts of the four demon generals trembled.

It turned out to be them......

They were a little nervous.

If the Red Devils still have a taboo opponent, it can only be the Beauty Snake Army, and such an opponent is actually very difficult to deal with.

Holking is a lesson in point!

The four of them knew the Demon Marshal's intentions, but they didn't know who would fall on this mission, or who would bear the wrath of the adults.

"Goethe!"

A man on the left answered, his hands stretched out, lying on the ground, the whole person almost lying down, he was expressing his loyalty to the demon marshal.

Goethe was a man in his forties, bald, bespectacled, and looked like a scientist, but never be fooled by his appearance.

He's a killer.

A terrible killer.

Of course, he was, a long time ago, at least twenty years ago.

At the time, he could even be called one of the most well-known killers in the world, but then he followed God, started the Red Devils, and became God's most loyal believer.

Since then, Goethe's name has been slowly forgotten, and twenty years later, he is still alive.

He became the second general.

It is said that he used to be the number one magic general, but for a very special reason, his ranking dropped by one place.

But this does not mean that his strength is inferior to the number one in the rankings, in fact, his force value, no one doubts.

He is the most powerful of all the demon generals, and there is no one.

Over the years, Goethe has also carried out many missions in secret, and he has never been defeated.

And the most difficult five-star task of the Red Devils, he has completed most of it alone, and almost whenever there is any difficult task, he will be the first choice.

However, in the past few years, he has fallen silent again, and seems to have been forgotten by adults.

Today, the adults finally called his name.

He didn't know whether to rejoice or have a headache.

But he knows one thing, at this time, the words of the adults must be followed, otherwise, there will only be one end.

He is not afraid of death, but he has never thought of going against God's will, for twenty years, he has always regarded God as a faith, never doubted, because he is the person who knows God best among all people, and in his cognition, God is definitely not a man, but a god, because he has too many magical abilities that normal people cannot have.

"If I can't get out recently, I'll leave this matter to you, I hope you won't let me down."

The voice of the demon commander sounded, it was still so magnetic, but people did not dare to disobey it.

Goethe responded, and then slowly got up, he still didn't dare to look at the magic handsome, put his hands on his chest, and then obediently withdrew, he lowered his head, bent over, like a shrimp......

"Go back too!"

The words of the demon marshal made the other three breathe a sigh of relief, and they all spread their hands on the ground like Goethe, and the whole person was almost lying on the floor, and bowed to the demon marshal, and then respectfully withdrew.

The gate of the palace slowly closed, and on the surrounding walls, countless night pearls lit up, and after the demon marshal turned around and walked with the shrine, there was a secret door, and with a light press of the mechanism next to it, the secret door was opened.

In the secret door, there is another world.

At the end of a forty-nine-meter-long corridor is a curtain with two figures behind it, one old and one young.

The demon marshal walked to the front of the tent, knelt down, his face was respectful, and he lowered his head, so that people couldn't see his eyes at this time.

And there was a little ambition in his eyes.

"Teacher!"

The magic commander actually spoke Huaxia.

The old man behind the tent wore a crown on his head, which was faintly visible, and he looked at the man outside the tent, and sighed softly: "I heard, you killed the third apprentice I was going to collect?" ”

The demon marshal frowned, he raised his head, glanced at the young man beside the old man, and said very calmly: "He is stubborn and refuses to give in, plus he has recently been seriously ill, and the treatment is ineffective, seeing that he is suffering and the old disease has recurred, I gave him a ride." ”

"What about his corpse?"

"I have already sent his ashes to Zhao Bing."

The old man was silent, as if he had many things on his mind.

After a while, he said: "I have been taking you as an apprentice for ten years, at the beginning, I saw that you were a unique martial arts wizard, so I gave you a new life and taught you martial arts ......"

The demon marshal also seemed to think of the past, he lowered his head, and said, "Thank you for the teacher's life-saving grace, the student has no teeth and dare not forget." ”

The old man said: "You are my first apprentice, back then, I passed on most of what I learned to you, since I saved you, I didn't think of asking you to repay, but recently, I realized a martial arts, you immediately arrange the things outside, and then study with your junior brother, and in another month, I will continue to retreat...... If you can't wake up from this retreat, you must assist your junior brother and take care of all the affairs of the organization! ”

The demon marshal knelt down and kowtowed, nodding in response, but a trace of resentment and disobedience flashed in his eyes.

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