Those elbows, no matter how "cheap" and "worthless", are one of the four thick legs that can only be cut off from a big fat pig that a family has worked hard to raise for a year, not something that comes out of the ground at your fingertips. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe aquaculture industry on the Fengyuan Continent relies on the weather for food and natural growth, and there is no so-called feed that can be used at all, let alone the overflowing antibiotics. A pig is raised for a year, and a cook can barely hold these four crystal clear and fragrant elbows for half a day, but he can only let these rough and humble fellows throw them four times, don't they know? Everything they throw out of their hands can make a peasant family fight for it for a year, and what they throw is not elbows, not the foundation on which human beings depend, but the living lives of peasants!

No, they know, they know too well, but do they care? Why should they care?

An elbow struck a maid on the head. Completely destroyed her elaborate headdress and pink makeup, the person who threw out the elbow seemed to be a powerful guy who had entered the body three or four times, and he threw the elbow with a fierce wind, which completely shattered the girl's headdress, and the blood flowed down the hair that suddenly spread out, and the grease and the minced flesh on the elbow made her face, and the force of the wind made her fall into the muddy water, she panicked, and her face fell to the greasy soup, minced flesh and stagnant water with black and brown marks. Silver Dust could clearly see a glint of pain, shame, anger, and despair in her eyes.

Such humiliation is an atrocity for a 23-year-old girl who loves cleanliness, right?

However, the real heinous atrocity was still committed in the Hou Temple, where the young man who threw the elbow for the play, said to be the son of a certain high-ranking official, was very arrogant and angry and accused the maid of blocking his view, so that he lost the elbow battle with another son, and he was punished with three glasses of spicy wine, and he was ridiculed by the son-in-law with whom he sat for a week. He did not give the maid any chance to argue, nor did he need any trial or appeal, but with a casual remark, he ordered the soldiers who were here to maintain order to strip the maid of her clothes in public.

Then he threw it into the cauldron in public, cooked it alive, and made it into a stiff human flesh, and he wanted to compare his courage with his "opponent" to see who dared to eat a bite of human flesh first.

The girl's screams pushed this party, which can be called a group of demons, to a small climax. Silver Dust didn't lend a helping hand to that girl, because it was useless, he rescued one, and thousands of girls like her who had no background, were cooked and fried alive for various reasons in various places of the Wind Source Continent under the cover of this dark night, and finally entered the mouths of all kinds of people. Cannibalism is such a thing, the demons and evil ways in the south like to do it, not to mention these wild people in the north who have not yet bloomed.

Silver Dust was just a little anxious, he was desperate to find the Beacon City, but no matter how much he searched, there was no way to determine which one was the Beacon City among the guests. His face became more and more cold, which was the expression he used to put on when he encountered difficult problems, he frowned inoften, and when he encountered difficult things, he was more accustomed to keeping a straight face.

He is like a black cloud, shuttling between staggered and sprinkling, observing every vulgar and arrogant face that disgusts him, listening to every word that makes him hate, he is a little sad, sad for Nie Wanliu, sad for Emperor Harlan Xuanqi of Beiwu, he doesn't know what the point of General Nie Wanliu charging into battle for such a group of pork tapeworm-like guys, and he doesn't understand Harlan Xuanqi, the "Ancient Mingjun" who has been praised by people What's the value of worrying about such a bunch of pork tapeworm-like fools, if the "elite of the world" in General Nie Wanliu's mouth is this virtue, then Yinchen dares to assert that this country is definitely shorter than the Southern Empire.

Money corruption is not terrible, but spiritual corruption is terrible.

Silver Dust was wandering around here alone, he couldn't use words now, because that magic could only be used between eleven and twelve o'clock in the morning every day, and what's worse was that from the time he embarked on the journey with the Zhennan gang to the critical moment when the assassination operation was about to begin, he didn't know whether this beacon city was male or female, geometric in appearance, tall, short, fat and thin, let alone his habits, magic skills, and even the intelligence of treasures, and the other party probably knew everything about the Jianghu Alliance for a long time.

Yinchen couldn't help but become anxious, as a killer, being trapped somewhere for no reason during his actions was a sign of mission failure, especially when he was shocked to see Lu Qingyun's head sneaking out of the top of the tower in the southeast corner.

Yinchen never thought that Lu Qingyun really had the ability to touch here.

......

"It's on again! It's on again!" was when Yinchen was silently reciting a prayer of requiem for the three poor girls in his heart, and his broken gong-like voice roared roughly, calling for the spring cry of some kind of beast. At the same time, a small troupe walked out of the archway, carefully and respectfully passed through a few tables of banquets that barely maintained civilization and dignity, and came to the low stage in the center of the small courtyard. Several maids, shivering in the cold wind, lightly lit the torches around the stage, and suddenly the stage was bright.

The people of the troupe slowly walked up to the stage, the foreman's drama bones waved towards the four troupes, and the name of the play was reported in a calm and somewhat dull voice, and the actors who partnered with her, some of them skillfully opened the posture, touched up the makeup, and prepared it, and a few of them played with the fan or other guys in their hands, and finally familiarized themselves with the movements, so as not to get a foreign appearance on the stage, while some of the actors lined up on stage with unfamiliar movements, and some were even trembling slightly.

The dark black figure of Silver Dust stood tall at the top of the tower in the southeast corner at this time, and at his feet lay Lu Qingyun, who was almost out of breath because of fright and joy.

"What about the others?"

"Let's go," Lu Qingyun's voice was trembling, there was no terror in that trembling voice, only pathos: "The army is coming, we were scattered, I went to find the tenth brother and sister-in-law, but I heard from a river crab gang that their team was completely wiped out, and none of them escaped." ”

Silver Dust's throat shuddered suddenly. His heart felt empty and falling, and then his mouth was full of bitterness, he actually knew the result of this operation for a long time, he should have known it the moment he entered the "boudoir" where 10 GIs were hidden, but he couldn't stop it, or even rescue the person he thought was worth living in such a man-made disaster.

"Shenhai Sect!" a roar of rage flashed in his heart, but on the surface he remained silent, only clenching his fists. Lu Qingyun was silent on the side, he could feel the unstable air pressure emitted from Boao on the man next to him, and that pressure really made him feel suffocated from the depths of his soul.

Lu Qingyun knew that he didn't have time to be sad now, let alone be depressed, no matter what, he had to avenge the Zhennan Gang! He quietly tightened the handle of the knife in his hand, feeling wisps of wind escaping from his pores, gently swirling on the surface of his body, and feeling the surging and even tyrannical vitality gushing out of the dantian. "Worship the prison master, I'm afraid that I won't be able to repay your kindness in this life......" He gritted his teeth and didn't let himself make a sound, and in his blurred vision, the simple and lovely, but at the same time steady bald head resurfaced. That person doesn't express his emotions very well, but his back full of security is exactly the totem of Lu Qingyun's life.

The two of them had their own hearts in this way, and while paying attention to the dynamics in the small courtyard condescendingly, they fell into a warm silence. Yinchen is such a person, he always exudes a trace of lonely coldness, he can always take care of the people around him subconsciously keep silent, this silence is not a cold field, but a warm and desperate feeling of mutual protection, a relaxed habit that penetrates more and more into the bone marrow as time passes quietly. When Yinchen first came to this world, he exuded a cold hostility around him, a hostility towards the whole world, and now, this hostility disintegrated because of Wei Wuliang's death, because of Wei Wuliang's inheritance before his death, he was accepted by this otherworld, and thus revealed his true colors, he was not lively, nor did he like to be noisy, but he always made people feel quiet and refreshing, like a peaceful lake in the forest. His character is not water, not ice, but a cold fire, like a dark blue flame.

"Brother Yinchen, they seem to be about to act?" Lu Qingyun suddenly said softly, because he saw that on the stage in the center of the courtyard, the two actors were playing each other again, their movements seemed to be very stiff and rigid, and there were even mistakes in some places, this look is the female disciples of the Shenhai Sect who were temporarily placed in the troupe, they are not real actors, they have not been trained for many years, and compared with those real, skillful actors, the level is too far behind.

"It's not about to act, it's about to be exposed. Yinchen turned his body slightly, but turned back again: "The Beacon City didn't appear, they couldn't make a signal, and they performed so poorly...... As long as you are a human being, you can see the problem. Silver Dust's voice was full of unwilling coldness, like a ruthless winter, just now, he wanted to leave, he knew that this operation had already failed.

However, when the image of Yin Xueli came to his mind, he rejected the idea again. He knew that if he wanted to rescue Yin Xueli, he had to do enough "earth-shattering" things tonight to disrupt the plan of the Beacon City. Silver Dust didn't know what Beacon City's plan was, but he knew what he had to do to make the capital protector chaotic and even the Blood Yang City chaotic, so that he could completely destroy the huge plan carefully designed by Beacon City to hunt down the Jianghu Alliance. Only by chaos can he force the enemy to reveal flaws, force a fault in their communications, and a gap in command, and only when there is a fault and a gap, can Silver Dust sneak into their real core according to the situation and find out the whereabouts of Yin Xueli.

What's more, only chaos can he try to delay the official promulgation of the "Prohibition of Arms", in the face of a city full of dangers, the people of the Northern Empire cannot expect the "Ban on Arms" to be implemented smoothly, and once there is a bad example, then other cities will follow suit, and the northerners' practice of using the "Prohibition of Arms" to extinguish the resistance consciousness of the people of the southern country will become a real talk on paper.

He even wanted to set fire to the Metropolitan Mansion for a moment, but he gave up this idea when he thought that this complex and magnificent building was once a prosperous place and a place of dignity in the southern country. This mansion, this city, can't be under the brutal and barbaric rule of the northerners forever.

"Then what should we do? Hey, that's ......!" The five fingers of Lu Qingyun's right hand suddenly tightened, every muscle in his body tightened, and his back arched slightly, making his whole person look like a swift and dexterous leopard, and in the pores, the wind slowly stirred.

Yinchen didn't speak, he slowly squatted down and lightly tapped on the back of Lu Qingyun's neck. Lu Qingyun's body trembled slightly, and he whispered dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing! Your fingers, hiss-ice is dead!" he shrunk his neck uncomfortably.

Silver Dust didn't speak, he stood up again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and in the silver pupils under the shadow of the hood, endless wind and snow erupted.

The fog in his pupils was filled, it was he was hacked, and the wind and snow were filled, it was that he really wanted to kill someone.

The rule of "Annihilation" was transmitted to his realm through the soul spell bit of the "Soul Condensation Dafa". As a god skill of the three major town factions of the Demon Pavilion, who is familiar with the enemy's attack moves and also controls their own martial arts moves to the limit, even if they are incarnated into soul runes, they still play the innate advantages of "predicting the enemy's moves" and "accurately controlling themselves". Through this soul rune, Silver Dust can adjust the rules in his own realm at any time, reconcile the magic power, quickly start the spell bit, and complete the spell casting action quickly and accurately.

As for the "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa", its more important role is to provide limited magic amplification power, because today's buff magic "Heavenly Tribulation" can no longer amplify the magic of the light system at all, and at the same time, "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Dafa" is also responsible for the task of manifesting some arcane magic that cannot be used by silver dust through divine magic, and is also responsible for transforming the magic ritual that exists in reality and is taken by silver dust as its own into spell slots, which is the so-called "Heavenly Demon Disintegration Ritual" , such as Silver Dust's hacker terminal, such as his flying god soldier [Deadly Sun], has now completely lost its entity and has become the same existence as [Xianqu].

As for Cataclysm, it is only responsible for the unlimited increase of certain dark magic.

With the activation of the "Annihilation" rule, any light-based magic can be turned into a murder weapon, and at the same time, any of his light-based magic can be instantly condensed into a semi-physical weapon, or expanded into a domain. (To be continued.) )