Chapter 677: Killing the Monkey

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Zhao Lun felt that listening to this priest's aria, the whole person got goosebumps. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Looking at his fake smile, he clenched his fists tiredly, his green muscles rose, and his anger rose. Seeing that he was still close to him, with the supreme appearance of God's spokesman, he couldn't hold back any longer, and kicked over.

"Child Nima is paralyzed!"

In this sentence, the child is Britannica, and the scolding behind is Huaxia, and the others are a little confused and don't know what it means, until they see Zhao Lun kicking people out.

He kicked the priest in the chest with great force and kick it high at the same time.

Bang! The priest flew out at once.

His kick was very powerful, and the direction of action was upward, so the priest flew up, and flew over the heads of the people, and hung on the stake.

"Ahh

The priest screamed, and in an instant, dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

This burn at the stake is very poisonous, it is specially made, and the human monster is on it, which can bring great pain to people, but it is not fatal. Now that the priest is hanging on it, and it is hanging suddenly, the pain can be imagined.

Hiss! ――

The people around Zhao Lun felt even more pain for the pastor.

"Kid? Your name is the child, too? Who do you think you are? My parents? Or is it God's spokesman? Did God agree? ”

"Also, Lao Tzu doesn't believe in God! That's what Lao Tzu hates the most! ”

“……”

Zhao Lun was furious and sprayed wildly at this person.

His anger was very great, and his aura was very strong, which made the people around him dare not be angry, and they all suffered Zhao Lun's wild spray.

The pastor was in pain all over his body, and prayed for Zhao Lun and the people around him to put him down, but Zhao Lun didn't hear it. His momentum opened up a little, so that no one else dared to approach, not even to talk to him, and when he saw the priest crying for help, he bowed his head timidly, or simply pretended not to hear.

"I'm telling you what you're doing! A bunch of stupid guys! ”

"Since you thank God for saving you, let God save you!"

In the end, Zhao Lun stopped, restrained his inexplicable outburst, anger, and momentum, ignored these people, turned around and left. When people are desperate, they will put their hearts and souls in ghosts and gods, and it is not surprising that this group of desperate people are fooled by this priest. Unfortunately, these people were acting like this, and they were reminded of certain unhappy memories.

Similarly, Zhao Lun also knew that these people were the descendants of those descendants who had slaughtered a tribe here, and he didn't have a good impression of these people, so he naturally wouldn't pity them.

I pity these people, who pities those who were slaughtered back then? Who has pity on the vengeful souls who have not rested yet?

Zhao Lun walked out, followed by a woman, Louis Lane. Everyone else wanted to follow, but in the end they didn't follow, this person was so terrible, a look made them feel uneasy. At this time, the black rumbling outside caused bursts of black shadows to flicker, they were afraid, going out at this time, absolutely dying,

At this moment, these people all stopped at the door, looking at the back of Zhao Lun leaving, praying that he would change his mind and save them.

Zhao Lun left very decisively, and their prayers were useless.

"What are you doing with me?"

Zhao Lun looked at the embarrassed woman following behind him, a little impatient. Before, when several hunters left, they were obviously willing to take her away, but this woman did not leave, but stayed and wanted to interview him. Zhao Lun doesn't like a woman like her who doesn't care about her own danger for the sake of work.

"I, ahhhh

The female reporter wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she collapsed, was dragged by something, and was pulled into the distance.

"Look for death!"

Pulling people in front of yourself is too faceless! Zhao Lun was furious, threw a knife over, and nailed the other party to the ground.

The female reporter was saved, stood up excitedly, came to Zhao Lun's side, grabbed Zhao Lun's arm, hid behind him, and looked at the thing that pulled her on the ground. Zhao Lun looked at his hair scattered, and he was very uncomfortable with being a land woman.

This one on the ground is also a humanoid monster, which he has killed on the road before. Zhao Lun didn't have any intention of inquiry, walked over, grabbed the handle of the knife, and cut off its head with a knife.

"That's it?"

The female reporter couldn't believe it when she saw Zhao Lun kill this monster with a knife in his hand. She saw that someone couldn't kill these things with a gun before, and the things that couldn't be killed with a gun were actually killed with a knife, and it looked so easy.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go back."

Zhao Lun looked at the time and was a little impatient. At this time, he can directly teleport away, and there is no need to blow cold wind with a strange woman in this ghost place.

A few minutes later, the two of them came to an uninhabited house, which had not been seen for a few days, except for the dust and the cold smell, it was still clean, and there was food, wine and so on.

The cold breath was removed by Zhao Lun with a flick of his fingers, and the dust was also a snap of his fingers, and the whole house became clean.

It's a pity that the power is cut off here, and the lighting still needs to be illuminated with the help of the lights brought by Zhao Lun.

"Here's what you're looking for!"

Zhao Lun threw his entire dozen materials in front of the female reporter to show her. The female reporter looked at these materials and was shocked, and wondered if Zhao Lun's information was fabricated.

There are photos, explanations in numbers, and videos on the materials. These things clearly reproduce the scene of the massacre of Indian tribes at that time, and its brutal slaughter made the female reporter frightened to watch.

Especially the last pile of white bones......

"The reason why I help you this time is that I hope you will report these things out and let people understand the truth of the matter."

…………

The temperature plummeted, and I woke up one night with snowflakes outside.

Looking at the snowflakes, I felt that it should be good to eat breakfast and enjoy the snow, so Zhao Lun withstood the cold wind and ate breakfast outside to enjoy the snow.

His deity is very powerful, these colds are like a breeze blowing on his face, and he can't bring any harm to Zhao Lun.

Xiao Anzi hunched his waist and explained to Zhao Lun that what he did last night was the same as his master, who regarded the cold as nothing.

"Good job Xiao Anzi, well, I haven't had a good rest for so long, so it's okay, I'll give you a week's vacation and go play casually."

Zhao Lun was satisfied that Xiao Anzi's work was doing well, and he felt that he would reward him.

"Master St. Ann, slave ......"

After Xiao Anzi thanked him for his five bodies, he got up and left here when Zhao Lun was about to get impatient. There are too many salutes, and he kneels down at every turn, looking like a slave all day long.

Zhao Lun was very happy for breakfast here, those who had ill intentions towards Zhao Lun were very disturbed all night, and they couldn't sleep, and after waking up, they followed the car and left home to live in the hotel. Those vampires were killed at home, and these people also fell into the fate of vampires and werewolves.

It's not safe to stay in a hotel, but at least you can hide for a while.

Even so, many of them did not sleep all night, and when they fell asleep, they suddenly woke up because of several nightmares, and when they woke up, they prayed to God, who had never prayed before...... In the face of their own life and death situation, these people have also lost their former scenery and calmness, and the whole person has suffered from gains and losses.

However, these people are not simple, they quickly adjust their emotions, find out the reasons behind the matter, and finally judge through the information in their hands that they have offended people who should not be provoked.

When they thought of the young rich man who beat the Edward family out of temper, these people remembered that this young rich man usually looked harmless, but when he was angry, he was a murderous predator.

This idea, near noon, was confirmed.

In front of the reporters, Stark, the billionaire, named them and raised the suspicion that they were abusing their power for personal gain and illegally plundering other people's property.

Most lethally, Stark also presented evidence.

Then, the heir of Wayne came forward and, like Stark, criticized these people and called on everyone to stand up and resist this kind of behavior.

Looking at the news reports, these people sat down with pale faces and weakness.

Finished!