"As you wish, lowly cowardly patriarch, please!

Don't try to fool Lao Tzu, the smart and wise uncle is bright-eyed. Just put away your little bit of caution.

Hehe, Lao Tzu will only have more leather clothes and a barbecue.

Cut off your strong muscles piece by piece, heat them in a flame at the right temperature, and contract them little by little. Bubble up the sizzling oil flowers, and sprinkle a drop of rock salt, just think about it and leave your saliva!

Lao Tzu thinks you should be willing to fulfill Lao Tzu's little hobby, and I can't wait to think about it. ”

The Bad Demon Captain raised the horizontal knife in his hand and licked his mouth.

It's a slaughterhouse-like Shura hell, with bloodthirsty fangs and a distorted face.

It's a moving picture.

The surrounding demon warriors didn't look at the captain, and continued to be quiet in the excitement of killing.

The cowardly and powerless resistance aroused the desire in the blood of the inferior demon warriors.

Blood flew sideways, staining the rough ground blue.

With the severed hands, stumps and feet on the previous place, there are even many half-amputated bodies.

Flowing entrails, white flowers, semi-solids, frightened heads.

There are also weak pleas for mercy and hoarse howls, which make up a stirring and beautiful melody.

This is the wonderful picture of the real, real demon world that happens every day.

The cowards rebelled in their roars.

Wielding the strange primitive metal weapon with all his might, he was easily slaughtered by the inferior demon warriors of the Gundam Mortal Rank Middle Realm, without causing even the slightest damage.

The bloody cowards, who were desperate in the easy slaughter, began to flee one after another, scattering and fleeing.

However, the ideal is plump, and the reality is skinny.

Only the cowards at the bottom of the mortal ladder helplessly found that even escaping was an extremely difficult thing.

At the beginning of the slaughter, the experienced inferior demon warriors blocked all directions.

No matter which way you escape, you will be greeted by a sword light like the wind.

And like a drizzle, there was only one stump and severed arm weeping.

Jevre's eyes widened, in a state of fear, excitement, excitement and trepidation, as he watched the murderous people of the past wailing, despairing, and even dying.

Especially those who are in the game are fading away, running in despair, wailing in fear.

To be honest, the real picture of a dream coming true always makes Yevre feel a moment of illusion, a moment of trance.

Unfortunately, the cries of fear and sorrow that came from all sides always reminded Yevre that a life crisis was coming.

The Bad Demon Warriors seem to want to kill every witness, leaving no hidden danger.

Yevre shrank back into the cave again, revealing only a pair of green eyes with mixed emotions, keeping an eye on the progress of the situation.

I wanted to flee immediately, but I couldn't take a step, and I was afraid that I would miss this wish-fulfillment scene.

Missing even a single detail seems to fill you with regrets.

As soon as his vision turned, he saw the iron-faced Guluo patriarch kneeling, carefully dragging his broken thigh, and under the watchful gaze of the inferior demon captain, he moved towards his dilapidated and mottled stone house that usually symbolized his identity and status.

From time to time, he looked back at the Captain of the Bad Demon with an expectant face, for fear that he would be slaughtered to the ground if he was not careful.

Laboriously pushed open the usually light sheet metal rough door.

The room was so dim, and a thousand-year-old salted fish-like smell hit the face, almost not sending the tears of the inferior demon captain who followed closely behind.

This must be the biochemical weapon of the despicable Gulo patriarch, trying to swoon himself and escaping.

It's so shameless, it's too devoid of public morality.

The Bad Demon Captain, whose nostrils were instantly closed, thought so, and the back of the knife, which was not very strong, fell on the thigh of the Patriarch Guluo again.

The Guluo patriarch, who gasped, hurriedly explained.

"That, please forgive me, my lord! Small place, the environment is relatively poor, and the smell is a bit big. The villain really didn't mean not to remind the adults, the villains are used to life. I really didn't know it would be like this, you must spare the villain.

The treasure was buried in the ground of the house, less than thirty feet deep, and the villain dug it up for the adults to taste. ”

Dragging his thigh, which had been injured again, the Guluo patriarch moved a few steps into the house, stopping in the middle of the stone house, which was almost two hundred square meters square.

"My lord, it's less than thirty feet down here. The villain will dig out slowly now, please be patient. ”

The Patriarch of Guluo, who looked respectful, lowered his head and flashed an unknown light.

"Wait for you broken leg to dig out slowly? Do you still plan to dig with your hand or with your hammer-like weapon?

Get out of the way for Lao Tzu and get out of the way. If it's really that treasure, you don't want it, and you're lucky. ”

The impatient Captain of the Bad Demon pushed away the seemingly respectful Patriarch of Guluo.

The huge horizontal knife thrust down and lifted it, and in an instant, a hole appeared seven feet in diameter and about three feet deep.

In one corner of the room, a pile of stones was piled up in the blink of an eye.

The upper realm of the mortal level is extraordinary in strength and extraordinary.

The ground was dug more than ten times in a row, and in the blink of an eye, a vertical hole appeared with a radius of more than ten feet and a depth of twenty-six feet.

There was a thud, as if some kind of hard object had been dug up.

The Bad Demon Captain stopped expectantly, crouched down, and carefully picked up the stones around the object.

A silver reflection, but a bright silver lid.

A large number of strange and strange symbols appear on the lid of the box, which seem to be still flowing, looking mysterious and quaint.

The Bad Demon Captain's face was full of surprise, and he carefully used his powerful right hand, which had six fingers and was densely covered with fine scales, to gently caress the strange symbol.

That kind of tenderness is like the tenderness and love, or possessiveness, when facing a stunning demon.

"That's it, it's not in vain that I worked hard and spent most of my fortune to get top-secret information.

The treasure is hidden here. This is the hope of advancement, the opportunity to increase strength.

With it, there will be a huge turning point in life, marrying Bai Fumei, and going to the peak of life.

Uh, the excitement was too much, and I thought about it. With it, wealth and status will come naturally with the increase in rank. Even the lifespan will be greatly increased. ”

The Bad Demon Captain was so excited that he fell into greedy fantasies in turmoil.

The lid is unlocked, but it is unusually heavy.

It took a lot of effort for the Captain of the Bad Demon to uncover a crack.

Quickly inserted the horizontal knife into the gap of less than a finger, and pried it with all his might.

Strands of green tendons emerged from the neck and arms, extremely hideous.

Finally, before exhaustion, the lid was almost fully opened.

There was no strange light of the treasure, or a strange vision, and the Bad Demon Captain was a little puzzled.

I only heard a laugh full of vengeful pleasure in my ears, but it was the Guluo patriarch who had been quietly hiding in the corner of the room with a stump leg in tow, giving out irrepressible pleasure.

At the same time that the laughter came, the inside of the pitch-black box shone with the luster of a magic array.

Then he shot a dense field of tiny crossbow arrows, sharp tips, flashing with a chilling light.

Like a rainstorm, there's no room to dodge.

The reaction of the Bad Demon Captain can be described as lightning and flint.

Seeing that he couldn't avoid the crossbow arrow, his left arm instantly swelled violently, and it was three times thicker than his normal arm.

The left arm was metallic, and it was in front of him in an instant, firmly protecting the head and chest.

The crossbow bolts were extremely sharp, mercilessly piercing into the left arm of the Bad Demon Captain, almost bursting out of the bone.

There seems to be something strange on the crossbow arrows.

The stout, metallic-colored left arm began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin on the arms began to age, wrinkles, and the tough bones began to soften.

Captain Bad Demon is worthy of being a worthy demon.

Seeing that the situation was not right, and he didn't have the medicine that could be rescued immediately, or the strength to fight, he grabbed the huge horizontal knife on the box with his right hand and slashed at his left arm with all his might.

His left arm snapped and fell to the ground.

The left arm had completely softened and gradually turned into a puddle of yellow water.

Mixed with the large amount of blue blood gushing down from the base of his left arm, it made people shudder.