"Burn!"

Jakarta gave an order, and the two younger brothers bent down to light the fire. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Nope! No!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

In the midst of the struggle, Yin Diya's mouth was stuffed with something and fell down. The girl was pressed to the ground by several men, tears mixed with dirt, and heart-rending sounds hit everyone's chest.

"No..."

Seeing that the torches were less than a few centimeters away from the wooden pile, a black shadow burst out of the nearby woods and struck straight into the middle of the wilderness.

It's Erha!

Chicago was in a flash, and it bit at the wrist of one of them with its mouth wide open. The man reacted quickly, and one sideways retreated backwards, and although he did not set the pile on fire, at least he escaped the attack of the mad dog.

Erha didn't pursue, stopped and attacked the other person.

The second person Tiger was so desperate that he didn't take Erha's attack into account, and insisted on setting fire to the wooden pile. Before the torch fell, his arm was bitten by Erha, and he screamed in pain.

The torch kept hitting Erha's body, and the black and white hair began to smoke gradually, and a mushy smell began to spread. Ignoring the pain, Erha bit the man's arm until the torch fell to the ground.

"Help! Help me!! ”

It happened so quickly that the man fell to the ground and called for help, and the others reacted. Everyone has a natural fear of mad dogs, which is mostly due to the inexplicable panic of rabies, until Jakarta speaks in person, and a group of people surround them, and the weapons in their hands fall on Erha like a storm.

Erha was able to dodge at first, and kept counterattacking, but unfortunately he was besieged by the enemy, and after a while, Erha fell to the ground with a whimper, with more air and less air intake.

Seeing that the mad dog was angry and no longer dangerous, everyone finally stopped. The injured man just now rushed over, ignoring his bleeding arm, raised a torch and smashed it at Erha's body.

"Damn mad dogs! How dare you bite me! Damn dog thing!! ”

It wasn't until he heard a cat meow next to him that the man stopped his violence against Erha.

The cat's meow is full of anger and momentum.

I saw the cat Xike standing in front of everyone at this time, with his tail raised high and whipping constantly. Her pupils were extremely narrow, and she was staring at the man with the torch in his hand, and there was a sign of extreme danger in her eyes.

"Gago... Sico..."

Yin Dia's vision was blocked by tears, and the outlines of Erha and the cat gradually blurred and gradually disappeared.

"Throw them over and burn them all." Locke clapped his hands, took off his gloves and threw them away, and commanded.

"Yes!"

A few of the younger brothers picked up Erha and the cat from the ground and threw them on the pile at Webster's feet. Just now, due to the sudden appearance of two animals, the execution was interrupted for a while, and the scene became a little chaotic. But after all, it was just a dog and a cat, and Locke and Poop Man quickly cleaned them up after paying some price.

The wounded went to bandage themselves, and the crowd continued to watch, and the burning continued.

"Webb... Gago... Sico..."

Among Yin Diya's most important relatives, except for her brother IF, all of them are under this huge cross.

Apart from crying, Yin Diya couldn't do anything. It was like that when my father died, it was like this when my mother died, and it is still the same today. I can only watch my beloved leave, and Yin Diya hates herself for being so weak for the first time...

She finally understood that in the last days, a weak person could not protect anything precious.

"Uhhhhhh

"Meow..."

Erha and the cat let out a weak cry, their bodies were interrupted in many places, and they no longer even had the strength to stand up.

Webster looked at Erha and the cat below, his eyes red.

He didn't shed tears, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

The situation was settled, and no one could stop it, and the torches were once again close to the fire.

"Wait."

It was Jakarta who spoke.

Walking up to Webster, Jakarta took the torch from his younger brother.

"I'll come."

After saying that, Jakarta asked the younger brother to remove the stuff that was stuck in Webster's mouth.

"If there's anything else to say, just say it."

I don't know if it's because of the belief in Buddhism, Jakarta gave Webster a chance to say his last words.

Webster was surprisingly calm, no invective, no cursing.

He moved his sour cheeks and looked at Jakarta.

"After I died, I let Yin Diya go."

"Yes."

Jakarta acceded to Webster's request.

"They..."

Webster looked at Erha and the cat at his feet.

"You can only live Yin Diya." Jakarta refused.

Webster was silent for a while, and said sorry to Erha and the cat.

"Yin Dia, I'm sorry... Live well. ”

"Don't, Webb! No!!! ”

"Herschel," Webster shouted to Herschel in the distance, "help me take care of Yin Dia and give her to if, or li." ”

"I'll do as you say," Hershel responded, "but aren't you going to defend yourself?" ”

This may be Webster's last chance.

"Disasters always come one after another, explain a few words, and others won't kill you?"

Webster shook his head, his voice low.

"If I die, I'm just that..."

Webster looked at the dark night sky, and his eyes couldn't help but be a little lonely.

The king of the last days, the king-maker, the emperor......

And so it all ended.

"Nam no Amitabha night Dotagadha night

Dordi night he Ami Na Du Bhabi

Ami sighed and learned about Tan Po Vi

Amitabhi Vigarandhi

Amitabhi Vigaranda

Gamigra Gagana

Citrus Taga sighs and sighs. ”

Jakarta read a passage that no one could understand.

"This death spell is given to you."

Webster looked down at Jakarta and said coldly, "You can keep it for yourself." ”

Jakarta doesn't care about dying people, and all eyes are on the torch in his hand.

It's not too early for the day to begin.

Before you know it, the earth becomes foggy.

It's foggy.

Although it is vague, you can still see the cross, as well as Webster on the cross.

Some people are praying, some are closing their eyes in fear, some are crying... All of this looks like a gloomy backdrop in a Flemish painting.

The wind had stopped, and the flames were burning, distorting the space around them, as if they couldn't wait to burn everything out.

"Goodbye."

It was not easy to set fire with her own hands, and Jakarta finally made up her mind.

"Goodbye..."

Webster muttered softly, not knowing who he was saying goodbye to.

Jakarta turned her back and threw the torch backwards. The torch tumbled in the air, flickering and dimming, and the moment it landed on the pile, it devoured everything.

"Whoosh!!"

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and a black shadow stuck straight into the torch, shooting the torch to an unknown place.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

"See you again when you're paralyzed..."

In the thick fog, a familiar figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

"Bastard, without you, how would Lao Tzu be the king of the last days!?"

(To be done!) (To be continued.) )