The grenade in the iron donkey's hand is already smoking, and we can't keep it. Read the full text of the latest chapters [almost all of the books.,It's much more stable than the general station, and the update is faster.,There are no ads in the whole text.] Iron Donkey also realized the seriousness of the problem, and he was even more of a veteran, so at such a critical moment, he did not hesitate to throw the grenade at the group of warrior monks. And Brother Donkey still pinched the time, and after throwing it on the ground, the grenade exploded with a bang. The iron donkey and I both squatted down one step earlier, protecting our faces with both hands. After hearing the explosion, I didn't rush to see what the group of lamas had been blown up into. I knew that no matter how accurate a grenade was, there was also a range, and most of the monks were still fine, and the iron donkey and I didn't want to recruit again, so they swarmed up with red eyes. I dug the 'hole' again, and at this moment I couldn't stop praying, saying that there must be something else here. I can't say that my prayer worked, but I 'touched' out an AK gun and three grenades. I looked at them and felt the urge to cry. When the iron donkey saw the gun, he let out a wow-haw and snatched the gun away. I stared at his hands, and they were a little sensitive, for fear that he would 'mess around' like this, so don't 'get the grenade to explode again'. When the two of us squatted down just now, with a pessimistic attitude, now it is completely 180 degrees reversed. The iron donkey held a gun, and immediately opened the safety and shouted to the monks, "Who is not afraid of death? Come and try Lao Tzu's bullets! "I also held three grenades, attached to the iron donkey, and 'touched' the grenades, I felt very felt. The monks were calm and silent, the explosion just now, caused a situation of three dead and one seriously injured, needless to say, the dead were all lying on the ground silently, and the seriously injured, although he was also dragged by his companions to stand, but his whole body was shaking, his nose and mouth were still fluttering and spurting blood, I estimate that if the treatment is not timely, it will also be a death. Iron Donkey and I have never meant to 'indiscriminately' kill innocents, but this group of lamas, if you want me to say, there are some people who really can't stay, and they must have practiced evil arts for a long time. The iron donkey stared at the monks in turn, trying to make a preliminary investigation to see which monk was more suspicious. The two of us were almost in a state of stillness, but the vultures who came were impatient, perhaps they were used to being pampered, and they were used to the feeling of 'meat' every time they came. After lingering above the burial platform for a while, I couldn't hold it anymore, and one of the biggest vultures fell first, and the '' thing was that it was actually aimed at me and the iron donkey. My eyes were sharp, and I noticed the vulture's bad intentions in advance, and I shouted to remind the iron donkey. The iron donkey snorted, the muzzle of the gun slightly upward. To be honest, with the Iron Donkey's gun, I'm not worried about the threat of vultures at all. Whether this bird lives or dies is really a matter of the iron donkey pulling the trigger. But at this time, I saw someone outside the monks waving to the two of us, it was Pa Tsering. I wonder what he's doing by telling us not to shoot the vultures? Anyway, these weapons were secretly provided to us by Ba Tsering, and I have to accept this feeling, maybe in Ba Tsering's eyes, the vulture is a sacred bird, and it can't be touched. I decided to give him this face, and also said a word to the iron donkey, so that he could weigh it. The moment the vulture pounced, the iron donkey raised its gun and smashed it. The vulture knew that we were not to be messed with, and it spread its wings and flew upwards again, and a few feathers fell on it, but in this way, it was safe to live. Most of these monks were really shocked, but a few warrior monks, perhaps relying on some skills, had a kind of stupid 'desire' to move. One of the warrior monks was so bold that when the iron donkey smashed the vulture with a gun, he thought his opportunity had come. He silently rushed towards the two of us, reaching out to grab the gun. The problem was that he was too far away from us, and the iron donkey was in time to straighten the head of the gun. The iron donkey was angered by this busy and reckless martial artist, snorted, no longer gave Ba Tsering face, and pulled the trigger without hesitation. At this moment, Ba Tsering bowed his head depressedly. I didn't have time to wonder what was wrong with Ba Tsering, and I soon knew why this bare-faced man was like this. A bullet was 'fired' from the iron donkey gun, and it hit the eyebrows of the rushing monk accurately, but the bullet was plastic, and after a click, the monk covered his eyebrows uncomfortably, and was not too injured. Iron Donkey and I were stunned, and Iron Donkey scolded, "Fucking cheat!" "I think that since the gun is not good, for the sake of the future, let's use grenades quickly. I took one myself and stuffed the other two to the iron donkey. The iron donkey understood what I meant, he was so skilled, he took the two grenades with one hand, and then pulled the strings separately and skimmed them out, the target was these warrior monks in front of him. I hesitated when I held the grenade, because there was only this one left, and I couldn't leave it in the same place as the iron donkey's mine, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste? The iron donkey saw that I didn't skim it, and took the initiative to snatch the last thunder over, this time he backhanded, so that this thunder flew towards a group of "polite" lamas. The grenade will not explode until about seven seconds, and the iron donkey is afraid that the warrior monks will rush over during this period, and this fat man still has a unique skill, which has not been 'revealed' before. He shouted at the sound of a simulated grenade exploding. The voice of this voice is very high, and the level of 'realistic' can be hit to 10. The monks usually practice Buddhism, even if they practice martial arts and evil arts, they have never 'touched' the gun, and they are all frightened by this voice, and they really think that the grenade has exploded. Everyone present, except for Ba Tsering, was so frightened that they either squatted or fell to the ground. Surprised, the iron donkey dragged me again and ran towards the well-mannered lamas. The monks were absolutely amused by the iron donkey, and when they found out that they were fine, they all quickly stood up and wanted to pounce on us, but as soon as they got up, three bangs came one after another, and this time it was a real explosion. I can't count how many people were blown up, and many screamed. The toy gun in the iron donkey's hand was not discarded, and he used the toy gun to shoot bullets as he ran. These bullets were accurately 'shot' at the sensitive places of the monks, either the 'temples' or the neck. Come to think of it, it's enough to take a moment here. When the monks didn't fight back, we broke out of the encirclement. I looked ahead at the meadow and said yes. But then I wanted to jump to my feet and scold, saying to myself that I had escaped from the wrong place with the iron donkey? The meadow in front of us seems to be walking towards a deserted place, will we encounter more troublesome danger if we escape like this? I would like to discuss a few words with the iron donkey, whether to go around the distance and run to the temple. But the iron donkey did not consult with me, and after urging him to flee quickly, he immediately ran wildly. I gritted my teeth and rushed forward. I thought I had reached the limit of my speed, but the iron donkey's legs were upside down, and the distance between me and me was gradually widened. The two of us are one, and I can't watch him escape, but I fall behind and end up being captured, which is too infuriating. I called out to the iron donkey and asked him to take me for a ride. The iron donkey knew what I meant, and waited a while, and when I caught up, he took me by the hand and ran wildly together. This escape is a bit weird, think about it, this is the hand of two big men. But some lamas chased after us, and we put our 'essence' behind us again. The iron donkey took advantage of the air to fire a few more bullets, but the 'shooting' range of this bullet was too short. The iron donkey angrily skimmed the gun and reminded me that once the lama catches up, we will fight with all our lives. I answered, in fact, I also found out that the lama was chasing very fast, and it was only a matter of time before we were overtaken. I also 'touched' the dagger to make sure it was around my waist. After escaping for a while, the iron donkey snorted, and when I looked back, the group of lamas had stopped. I saw them panting, but not to the point where they couldn't run, and I suspected there must be something wrong with them. I was afraid that there was a trap nearby, so I said something to the iron donkey. The iron donkey and I ran as we watched. I guessed partially, but not from the ground. Those vultures in the sky have a very good relationship with the lamas. I don't know if they were driven by the lama, but they flew down in groups. My eyes and the iron donkey are straight, fighting with this group of flat 'hairy' animals, we don't have any advantage at all, to put it bluntly, aren't we bullied by them riding on the top of our heads? The iron donkey and I took out the dagger and danced from time to time as we fled. I'm mentally prepared not to live tomorrow, but I also have to 'get' some more cushions before I die. These vultures are also very strange, they do have a posture of falling and attacking, but like dragonflies in water, they seem to fly up timidly when they pounce on them. After a moment of stalemate with them, we came to the vicinity of a small bald mountain, and suddenly a dark shadow appeared on the mountain, and it quickly ran towards us. I looked at the volume of this black shadow, and I wanted to scold, I'll go for it!

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