"Stop!!my car!"

The voice was filled with intense sadness and indignation, like a cry of despair when he saw his favorite figure fall into the hands of a bear child, be randomly broken into several pieces, and discarded on the ground. It was really sad for the listeners, and it was full of powerful contagion, and even little Tirpitz's face showed an unbearable look, as if Zero had really done the most evil thing!

Zero braked suddenly, looked back at the barbecue grill on the gasoline drum, and shouted angrily and incredulously, "You...... What's the matter with you?!I'm saving you?!You don't thank me, you still care that I smashed your car?!"

On the barbecue grill, a headless horseman dressed in a very sassy red leotard was tightly tied, his bare skin had already been peeled and fleshed, and many places were scorched black, and the wounds were no longer dripping blood, but hot grease! Obviously, he had been roasted for almost six years, but he didn't care at all, but squirmed on the barbecue grill like a caterpillar, struggling to prop up his body, trying to raise his neck, and 'looking' at the black and red Harley-Davidson motorcycle!

After all, he didn't have a head, so he could only guess that his action was 'looking at the probe', and soon, he confirmed that the black and red Harley-Davidson motorcycle was only smashed by the taillight, and there was no further damage, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and silently muttered two sentences of 'It's okay, okay, okay', and then relieved, crawled on the barbecue again, and started a quiet barbecue.

Seeing him like this, Zero's anger didn't come to a place, left those Harley-Davidson motorcycles alone, walked quickly to the barbecue grill, kicked the headless horseman with a kick, and said angrily:

"Kirtel, speak! Don't act like you're dead!"

The headless horseman known as Kirtel picked up a string of sparks, flew out of the barbecue grill with a swish, slammed it on the ground, and rolled away with a grunt! Although Zero shot out angrily, his lower foot was still measured, and Kirtel looked miserable with mud and blood, but in fact he didn't suffer any damage, otherwise, with the strength of Zero's seventh-level demonic beast, he would have kicked Kirtel in half with one kick.

Curtel struggled to sit up from the ground, the black gas in his neck flickering, and his voice was a little puzzled: "Huh, why do you know my name?"

Then he made a 'head-swinging' movement and said angrily: "It doesn't matter at all! The important thing is that you dare to smash Lao Tzu's car? Do you know how hard I went to modify this car back then?!"

Unexpectedly, the other party was even angrier than himself, and Zero was speechless for a while, but then came back to his senses: "What kind of attitude do you have? I'm saving ......"

"Who wants you to save me?!" Kirtel directly interrupted Zero's words and said, "Instead of damaging my car, I should let myself die! I just die! Die outside on the barbecue, and I don't need you to save me!"

After shouting these words, Kirtel quickly got up from the ground, took three steps and two steps to his car, gently stroked it with his hand, and said with distress:

"Hey, old man, are you in pain right now? If it hurts, tell me and I'll rub it for you! And don't worry, I'll sneak into the Molten City again and find you more advanced accessories!"

His hand touched the rear of the Harley-Davidson, and before he could make any movement, the locomotive throttle thuded, and the rear wheel flew the Curtle fan out, and an indifferent voice came from the subwoofer:

"Who...... And you...... Don't touch it, old man...... I! Heart... Dead!"

Being so clearly and strongly disgusted by a motorcycle, normal people have long stopped talking about themselves. And Kirtel obviously did not belong to the 'normal' range, he quickly got up from the ground, put his face on the back again, stood beside the black and red Harley-Davidson and rubbed his hands, and kept saying all kinds of soft words, like that, he wanted to lick the dog more and lick the dog, and there was a flattering atmosphere all over his body. What's more, he came down by himself, but he ignored his companions who were still hanging on the barbecue grill the whole time, as if he had forgotten about it!

Seeing his groveling appearance, Zero had no choice but to sigh helplessly, and a puzzled voice came from the Ragdoll Bear next to him: "What? Do you know this guy?"

"Of course I do. Zero took a deep breath, his voice a little lonely, "When I was the Headless Horseman Joan of Arc, our Headless Horsemann population experienced a split - some of them thought that working with another necromantic creature, whether it was a headless horse or a headless cow, would be too troublesome and would not do much good to improve combat effectiveness. Our race should seize the opportunity to get close to the Molten City and sneak into the outskirts of the Molten City to lure some mechanical mounts back. In this way, he can make up for the lack of attack power of the Headless Horseman, and not waste the superb horsemanship that Io has bestowed. And the Kirtel is the leader of this group of people. ”

"There is a lot of opposition in the clan, after all, our headless horsemen have been riding headless horses for thousands of years, and they belong to a traditional culture that is difficult to change for a while. In addition, no one can guarantee that after sitting on the mechanical mount, the combat power will definitely increase significantly, so many powerful veteran headless horsemen are strongly opposed. Neither side could convince anyone, and after a fierce conflict broke out, the Kirtel finally left the group with more than two dozen people and embarked on his own path. ”

The Ragdoll looked at Kirtle, who was constantly groveling, and the remaining four headless horsemen who were hanging from the barbecue, and said thoughtfully, "Judging from the current situation, they succeeded, didn't they?"

"Yes," said Zero, with a wry smile, "It's not just a success, it's a complete victory! The Kirtel has been gone for more than ten years, and the clan has completely forgotten about it, and when the peaceful life of the Headless Horseman has long been restored, he actually met them again! It was a hunting event, and we more than thirty Headless Horsemen were chasing a group of mummies in the vast grassland, intending to drink with them. Unexpectedly, Kirtel led his men to suddenly kill, and beat more than 30 of us to the ground with less than ten horsemen!"

"I still vividly remember that after defeating us, Kirtel sat on his motorcycle and arrogantly announced to us that he was now in great strength and that the king was back! One day he would return to his clan and beat down the old stubborns one by one, telling them that the old rule would come to an end, and he would be crowned king!"

"Hearing you say that, Kirtel's life has been quite magnificent since his death?" Ling Mo praised him, and then asked curiously, "What happened later? What happened later? We can meet Kirtel in this place, which means that he must have failed, failed to do what he said, and failed to succeed in being crowned king, right?"

"That's right, but the process is really not ......glorious," Zero was a little reluctant to mention, but Dad wanted to know, and she still said in 1510: "Later, near the territory, our two groups of headless horsemen often and habitually broke out into various conflicts. I have to admit that the headless horseman's riding skills, combined with the attack power of the mechanical demonic beast under the buttocks, have a comprehensive combat power far beyond those of us who are headless horsemen on horseback. Normally, we have to triple the number of people to get them out. We also thought about relying on the advantage of numbers to fight an encirclement and suppression war, but the horse's endurance was too different from the endurance of the mechanical monster, and after several actions failed to make a difference, it was gone. ”

"And then ...... After that, there was nothing to say, as time went on, due to the climate change in the Rotten Lands, the food in the territory became more and more scarce, and the soul fire was not replenished enough for a long time, so that we all fell into a sub-health state one by one. We had to abandon our homeland and embark on a journey of displacement. Both on horseback and on bicycle, lost the nature of the battle and soon parted ways. And in this process, because of a coincidence, I was promoted to a sixth-level demonic beast, sensed the location of my head, and broke away from my own group and embarked on a journey to find the head alone, and you all know what happened after that. ”

After listening to Zero's narration, several people fell silent, vaguely feeling a little speechless, the Ragdoll Bear had a painful expression on his face, hesitated for a moment, and commented:

"You headless horsemen race, the reason for the split is like a joke, it gives me the feeling that two groups of people have killed each other and knocked out the dog's brain, just because of the argument about whether sweet tofu brain or salty tofu brain is delicious!

"No! The kind of heresy of salted tofu brains must be punished with fire ......" Little Tirpitz subconsciously answered, noticing the strange eyes of the Mupdoll Bear and Zero, she quickly covered her mouth and stopped making a sound. Zero retracted his gaze, sighed again, and said:

"Thinking about it from my current worldview, of course, I think what happened before is extremely funny, and we are a big clan, and we will quarrel over what we are riding when we go out, and we are completely divided into two factions. However, at that time, I was just a lowly headless horseman, and my thinking was more persistent and Jianghua, after all, as you know, all kinds of ghosts in the Land of Decay existed in this world under the support of their own obsessions. ”

"Although I don't mind continuing to chat like this, but," Ling Mo pointed to the barbecue grill not far away, and said, "Those of your fellow clansmen have now gone from six to eight ripe, is it really good not to save them?"

"Kirtel!" Zero turned his head and shouted, "Why don't you hurry up and save your men?

"No, they're now atoning for their mounts, and they're just deflating their locomotives in this way!" Curtel waved his hand without looking back, and said impatiently, "Shhhh

It's okay that Kirtel didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, the black and red locomotive, which had a somewhat relaxed attitude, slapped him out again in one wheel, and because of his anger, his speech became a lot smoother:

"Who the hell do you have the face to say?!Who the hell is slamming the accelerator in order to be faster, regardless of whether I can stand it? Do you know that your little action will make my whole body heat up, and the cylinder is about to explode? And who the hell, in order to play some fancy actions, what kind of power cocking the head and cocking the head, etc., just clutch the brake and stomp on me, twisting me like a twist, do you know how painful my transmission rod is? It's just like you human JJ put it in the drum washing machine and threw it dry!"

Kirtel smiled and said in a low voice, "Hey, old man, wasn't that before? You didn't have such a clear sense of self before, and every time I played tricks, I heard your low grunt, and I thought you were happy!"

"Happy?!You're happy!Your whole family is happy!" The black and red locomotive suddenly turned up the volume of the megaphone to the maximum, and there was a sharp murmur in his voice: "When you do fancy moves on me, do you think about my feelings when you do it so well?!"

"Isn't this something I didn't know before?" Kirtel leaned over again, nodded his head, and said, "Look, in order to dissipate your anger, we riders have all gone to the barbecue grill one by one to experience your previous feeling of being scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, and deeply understand your feelings! We've all done this, old man, for the sake of so many years of fighting side by side, you can forgive us and give us another chance! I promise on their behalf that when we drive in the future, we will cherish how we came! Are you right?!! ”

Several headless horsemen who were turning themselves over on the barbecue grill were greeted by Curtel like this, and hurriedly responded in unison, their necks were fast, and they regretted not changing their past virtues. Seeing this scene, the black and red locomotive hesitated, it twisted the handlebars, and the headlights shone at several other locomotives, and they didn't know what they communicated with each other, what consensus was reached, and they snorted coldly, and said with a little arrogance:

"Don't think we're going to forgive you so easily! What are you doing down? Go up! There's still an hour and thirty-five minutes left!"

Reprimanded by his own mount, Kirtel was full of surprise as if he had picked up a big bargain, trotted two steps and climbed onto the barbecue grill, obediently lying on it, and even in order to please those locomotives, he also took the initiative to add two scoops of gasoline to the gasoline barrel under him, and screamed when he was hot, and his voice was full of irrepressible joy.

"Puff, puff, I'm going to laugh to death!"

After watching this scene the whole time, Zero covered his mouth and chuckled, leaned over to Curtel on the barbecue grill, and sneered maliciously: "Yo! Kirtel, didn't you resolutely choose a mechanical mount because you felt that the necromantic horse was more troublesome and difficult to take care of, and you had to have a good relationship with it or you wouldn't be able to cooperate well with it?

Under the light of the fire, Kirtel tried to raise his neck, looked Zero up and down, and said with some hesitation: "I was a little familiar with the voice just now, but I didn't have time to pay attention to you, now look carefully, could it be that you are ...... Joan of Arc?!"

After receiving Zero's affirmative reply, Kirtle suddenly became excited! He raised his skinny right hand, pointed at Zero tremblingly, and said sadly: "I knew it was really you! If it weren't for you, who would be idle and nosy everywhere! I knew that you must still be holding a grudge against you when you grabbed the turf, and I kicked you off the horse as soon as I kicked you in the face, and let you use your pair of 36Cs to have a long-distance chest brake! That's why you were so vicious and smashed the tail light of my mount! It's so vicious! You cautious and unloved saint girl who can't marry in your last life and in this life!"

Visible to the naked eye, Zero's face turned red, red and purple! The corner of her eye glanced back, and seeing Ling Mo's somewhat twitching expression, she turned her face to face Curtle, her head lowered, and turned black.