The name of the man, the shadow of the tree!

Although I don't know An Lao, judging from the means he used just now, he must also be a master among masters, and I swallowed back the words of reminder that came to my mouth.

Where can these black-robed people escape?

An Lao looked at the black-robed people who fled in all directions, his eyes were calm, and with a wave of his hand, there were many fine particles flying down in the air. And these particles seemed to have eyes, and flew towards the black-robed man.

After being penetrated by the particles, the slower black-robed man lay on the ground and rolled around, screaming like a demon in hell.

The hairs stood on end as we listened. I'm a little curious, what the hell is this? It can torture people like this.

An Lao snorted coldly: "If you hurt my soldiers, if you let you retreat safely." Where is my An Zijie's old face! ”

It turns out that this An Lao is still an extremely protective person. The little old man is quite cute.

Of course, this cuteness is limited to us, and for those monkeys in T country, it is the living Hades who are urging their lives.

These seemingly inconspicuous particles like sesame seeds, individually, don't look like anything, but if they are densely piled together, not to mention people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, even ordinary people gasp when they see it.

The black sesame seeds, after being attached to the human body, turn into tiny insects, burrow into the human skin along the pores, it doesn't matter if there are two of them, but the swarms of insects are doing strange things in the body, and people who are beaten with iron can't stand it.

The voices of those who were running slowly gradually weakened, their faces distorted into a ball, their eyes bloodshot and protruding from their sockets, and their deaths were extremely terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that after the black-robed man struggled violently before he died, he was scratched all over his body, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

When the person was dead, the flesh and blood in the wound tumbled, and many gray moths flew out of it.

The moths were gray and small, hovering in the air. Then it landed on the corpse, constantly sucking the flesh on the corpse.

Everyone was shocked by An Lao's hand, and looked at the strange scene in front of them with their mouths slightly open, as well as the screams coming from the forest.

At this time, a figure staggered back from the woods, and I looked at it, and oh, it was still an old acquaintance.

Lord of the Mosquitoes!

At this time, the king of mosquitoes and flies looked frightened, kept swatting the eggs on his body, and then knelt down in front of An Lao, and kept kowtowing: "Please, spare me." I don't dare anymore. I'm also forced......"

An Lao's face did not show the slightest expression, giving people a sense of majesty, "Special Investigation Bureau, An Zijie." I've seen the queen of the flies. ”

Hearing An Lao's self-report, the look of the king of mosquitoes and flies suddenly turned pale. He believed that he could cultivate some mosquitoes and dominate the land of projectiles, but compared with An Lao in front of him, he himself knew that he was not even qualified to carry shoes, and the king of mosquitoes and flies kept wiping the beads of sweat on his forehead, and stammered and asked, "Why are you here?" You're not ......."

An Lao put his hands behind his back and said, "You are also calculating, and you have hired a helper worthy of my respect, but I have known that guy since I was a child." How can others know about the friendship? So your wishful thinking is wrong. So many great sons and daughters of the motherland have sprinkled their blood and lives on this land. Since I'm here, let's ask the children for some interest first. ”

An Lao lowered his eyes, his expression was a little gloomy, and he let out a long sigh. Then he slowly walked up to the Lord of the Flies.

Every step An Lao took seemed to be a clarion call for life, and it fell on the heart of the king of mosquitoes and flies. For death, everyone is afraid, and the Mosquito and Fly King trembled and explained: "It's all a misunderstanding, I just listened to Shi Buji's words and came to help, I promise, I promise with my life's practice, as long as you let me go this time, I will never be an enemy of Country C in this life." ”

A sneering smile rose at the corner of An Lao's mouth, where could such a person who wagged his tail and begged for mercy be able to enter his eyes, and his mouth snorted.

Seeing that he couldn't be good, the mosquito and fly king turned around and was about to run. Who knows how far he hasn't run, but he is surrounded by the eggs of the insects.

The eggs attached to the king of the flies seem to have gotten a signal. frantically converged towards the Mosquito Fly King, and wrapped the Mosquito Fly King into a dense sesame cake in a breath.

Rao is like this, the mosquito and fly king is still unwilling, and yells: "I'll fuck you." Lao Tzu fought with you. ”

But the body still maintained a tendency to run forward. An Lao said sarcastically: "If you really blew yourself up, I would have looked at you a few times." ”

The overwhelming insects struggled down the skin of the king of mosquitoes and flies into the flesh. The originally small pores have been drilled out of holes that are visible to the naked eye.

The Lord of the Flies screamed in pain, begging for mercy, but his voice gradually weakened, and his body fell directly to the grass.

This man who is good at using mosquitoes, the cycle of cause and effect, finally died at the hands of insects.

It's retribution!

After solving the mosquito and fly king, An Lao turned to look at the group behind him, with a look of approval in his eyes. Then nodded silently.

When I looked up, everyone was standing straight, and some of the more seriously injured were also standing up with the support of their comrades, like soldiers under the inspection of the leader.

Victory finally came at the last moment. There was no joy on everyone's faces, and too many companions who got along with each other day and night froze their young lives in the rainforest on the border.

I looked around, and my eyes were full of dull blood red, the smell of fishy sweetness in the air, and the smell of flies. For the first time, I learned how brutal war can be. Life is so fragile.

An Lao stood in the center of the field, reciting the scriptures in his mouth, at first it was An Lao's voice, and then everyone followed along.

All the mental power accumulated together, turned into rain and landed in this place full of blood and water.

An Lao sighed and looked up at the blue sky, and said softly: "Everyone, go all the way!" ”

Everyone stood solemnly, and after a long time, the old man ordered: "Although the children died in battle, they must not be unable to return home. ”

Han Che answered, and then took the people who could still move and started to get busy. These good sons and daughters sacrificed for the country, and they should and must be brought back.

An Lao also seemed to be a little tired, and it seemed that the opponent he said earlier should have taken a lot of effort, not as easy as he said. Otherwise, it wouldn't have come so late.

In the tropical rainforest, the climate is naturally the least important thing to preserve the corpse, not to mention the fierce beasts and mosquitoes, even this hot and humid climate is enough to choke, and we really don't have extra strength on our side.

An Lao ordered the corpses of all the warriors to be gathered together, and then arranged a formation.

Fortunately, rescue came quickly. We were sent to the nearby city of Y to recuperate.