"Ding!host, kill Turs Bruise bonus 45555 points!(Total Brunade: 527765 points)"

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"Ding! Kill someone again, and you will be rewarded with 18,333 points of force in real time!" (Total force value: 546098 points)"

......

The priest died, and the black-faced warriors who were still resisting, all of a sudden, stopped fighting and gathered together.

At this time, Zhuang Feng stood firm, the fruit knife in his hand was thrown in a dashing manner, and the blood left by the priest on his head flew under the shroud of the night moon, hazy and beautiful, like a withered rose in the blink of an eye, but the beauty was really shocking.

"Young master, are you alright?"

"Young Master!"

Goode and Mo Ning came to Zhuang Feng, and Zhuang Feng smiled: "Hehe...... I'm fine, and so are you?"

Goode and Monin shook their heads and said in unison, "We're fine. ”

At this time, Zhuang Feng looked coldly at those black-faced fierce men who were at a loss, and shouted: "You have something! Now I give you two choices, life and death, which one to choose?"

The black-faced men didn't believe Zhuang Feng's words, but the fruit knife in Zhuang Feng's hand made them dare not do it again.

Seeing this, Baras stepped forward and said to those black-faced fierce men: "I know that you are forced by traitors, if you give up resistance now, I will protect you from death in the name of the patriarch and king of the desert primitive clan, but the death penalty can be avoided and the living crime cannot be escaped, from today on, you will go to the border city to work, and your family can continue to live a peaceful life......

Now, Barras's words no longer allow anyone to be suspicious, and those black-faced fierce men realized the current situation and resisted again, maybe they would die under Zhuang Feng's knife in a few minutes.

Therefore, everyone looked at each other, discussed, and threw the stems of rootless grass in their hands on the ground, and then knelt down in unison, and threw themselves to the ground to express their submission.

Seeing this, Barras fainted.

"Daddy, you?"

Goode finally got his true feelings, and came to Barras with concern, and held him up.

At this time, Zarkha stepped forward to examine Balas, who had a wound in the abdomen, was bleeding, and looked serious, but not life-threatening.

"Prince, don't worry, the king will be fine, now let's go to the palace immediately......"

Zarkha carried Barras on his back, and the group headed towards the palace.

At this time, on the streets, more and more people of the royal city emerged, as the most ordinary people of the desert primitive clan, seeing the scene in front of them, it has explained everything, the death of Turs and the priests, is spreading to every corner of the royal city like the wind, the people have come out of their homes have already represented their attitude, the light is still shrouded in the territory of the desert primitive tribe again, the days of rebellion are gone, the old king has passed away, and the new king is waiting to succeed to the throne.

And the return of Goode will eventually shut anyone's mouth, and no one will dare to hinder the succession of Baras, according to the rules of the primitive tribe of the desert, without the latter, no one can inherit the throne, but now it is different, and Barras's succession should be reasonable.

......

Eyes turned to Nanjiang City, Huaguo.

Lin Moshen led people to conduct a comprehensive search of the entire Nanjiang City, chasing Fu Xinhan all the way, but in the end he found nothing, and Fu Xinhan was like evaporating from the world.

Although Lin Moshen is a half-assed waste, embarrassed and useful, relying on treacherous villain methods to get to the top of the crony goods, but if you really want to be serious, this kind of insidious person still has some energy.

Whoever doesn't eat dumplings during the New Year will always have an outbreak of white face.

Therefore, this time, Lin Moshen put a lot of effort into the pursuit of Fu Xin Khan, and after discovering Fu Xin Khan, he made a comprehensive deployment, and when he caught Fu Xin Khan, he didn't just want to show Zhuang Feng, he also had other ideas.

Because Lin Moshen also has a big prospect, he always feels that the direction of the martial arts is getting more and more weird, and the weirdness is already the level he didn't expect, so he wants to know more about the martial arts way, and if he catches Fu Xinhan, he will obviously know more.

After all, Fu Xin Khan is not a martial arts person at all, but he also wants to come to this troubled water to join in the fun, what is his intention? It really made Lin Moshen curious to the core.

"Director Lin, no!"

"Director Lin, there is no ......"

"Director Lin, so are we, we haven't found anything......"

"That kid won't have wings and fly, right?"

Listening to the reports that came back one by one, Lin Moshen said angrily: "I can't find him, all of you are not allowed to give me food and sleep! I don't believe it, dig three feet into the ground, and find people for me! I can't find the salary increase of the higher officials, don't say that my patience is limited, reconsider your ability to do things......"

Lin Moshen's words really angered the public, and he didn't look at his ability to do things.

But everyone dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, the official level crushed people to death, Lin Moshen was the top boss, what he said was the holy decree, no one dared to question it, so they could only take their own orders and continue to look for Fu Xin Khan.

......

At this moment, Fu Xin Khan was embarrassed, he was chased all the way, it was really not easy to escape.

At this time, Fu Xinhan was also on the way to be chased and escaped, and there was really no way, so he came up with a plan, and now he is under a sewer manhole cover in Nanjiang City.

Looking at the darkness in front of him, and the only red light shining through the crack in the sewer lid, Fu Xinhan, who was embarrassed, spat and quickly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

A phone call was made, and Fu Xinhan said, "Where are you? Come and save me!"

“...... We have received orders to go back to headquarters......"

"What, when did you go back?" Fu Xinhan asked angrily, his brows furrowed.

There was no answer at the other end, and after a while, an old voice came and said in a deep voice, "I called them back." ”

"Doctor, why did you call them back? The mission hasn't been completed yet...... Fu Xinhan asked, countless MMPs already flashing through his mind.

The person on the other end of the line was none other than Dr. Mones, Fu Xin Khan's immediate boss.

"What kind of medicine is sold in your kid's gourd? Although I don't know, it's certainly not a good medicine, and you still dare to mention the task to me? Have you completed the task properly? You have already deviated from the mission, and you are far away from the mission, but you are subjectively caught in the intrigue of their martial arts, what do you kid want to do?" Dr. Mones on the other end of the phone was furious.

Fu Xin Khan didn't know how to explain this situation, he knew, there was nothing to explain, and the explanation didn't matter, because Dr. Monet's every move and word showed that he seemed to have become an outcast from the organization.

Without answering a word, Fu Xinhan was furious, threw his phone in the water flowing in the sewer in front of him, and then walked along the sewer passage towards the distance, hoping to leave through the next exit, and then figure out how to leave Nanjiang City.

......

In the palace of the primitive tribe in the desert, in the majestic treasure hall.

Ballas's injuries have improved after a night of rescue, the rebel forces have been disintegrated, and he is now anxious for Ballas to preside over the overall situation, he does not dare to recuperate, he can only hold on, but for the sake of state affairs, as the new king who took office after the death of his father, this is all what he should do, and the injury is not enough to worry about.

At this time, Baras sat on the gorgeous king's throne on the majestic palace, and when he raised his hand, His Royal Highness's officials of the desert primitive clan knelt down to worship, and this face was really emperor's demeanor.

Zhuang Feng has now been given a seat, sitting next to the position at the same level as Baras, as the benefactor of the desert primitive clan, this kind of treatment is already the highest in high school.

Zhuang Feng didn't care about these inconsequential things, he originally planned to leave early, but the armor of the god of war was on his body, if he left rashly and didn't explain it clearly, it would inevitably affect something, after all, Gude is now the prince of the desert primitive clan, so some things still need to be considered before making plans.

Goode and Mourning were also there, sitting on the other side of Barras.

After the officials bowed, Barras raised his hand, and everyone stood up.

At this time, a black old man stood in front and crossed a line under the main hall, which was called the Incident Line, and crossing it meant that there was something to report.

After the old man crossed the line, he muttered: "King, congratulations on holding the orthodox foundation of my desert primitive race, and at the same time, this official is very sad about the death of the old king......

After saying a lot, this black old man is just foreshadowing, the text bag on the top of his head has long been seen through by Zhuang Feng, and this black old man wants to prevent Zhuang Feng from taking away the fragment of the God of War armor.

Zhuang Feng looked at the old black man with good eyes, but the old black man didn't look at him at all, and continued to say unashamedly: "...... King, although the boss of Zhuang is the benefactor of our desert primitive clan, but our holy relics must not be given to him, according to the rules of our own clan, outsiders are not allowed to enter, and if anyone enters, they will be killed!"

"Hey, hey, I said uncle, are you too angry? Do you still want to kill me?" Zhuang Feng looked at it fiercely, and this was actually reminding the old man to stop meddling in his nonsense.

But the old black man didn't care about it, and still blindly continued: "Boss Zhuang, don't worry, I haven't finished my words yet......"

"I mean, you broke the rules by intruding into the territory of our Desert Primitive Race, but you saved the orthodox foundation of our Desert Primitive Race and killed the rebellious rebel Turs...... However, if you take the sacred relics of our Desert Primitive Race and put them in your pocket, isn't that a bit too much to say?"

As the old man spoke, he didn't forget to incite the others: "Fellow clansmen, do you think what I said is right?"

"Right?"

"Isn't that right?"

The officials thought about it, but they still stubbornly said, "Yes! That's right!"

"Yes, we can't let him take our relics!"

"yes, yes, how can a relic be taken away by an outsider?"

Zhuang Feng was very unhappy, listening to the words of those officials, and said angrily: "Don't say it, what do you mean? Saying that I am a benefactor, and telling me that my merits and demerits are compensated, I really believe in your evil!"

"I won't take your relics, do I want to leave them to you? Let you take them as traitors, and with the help of the divine power of the relics, become the next Tours?"

"Boss Zhuang, how can you be unreasonable to change three points, blood spews people, we don't have that idea......" The black old man who admonished took the lead.

The others thought and thought and continued to echo.

"Yes, Boss Zhuang, we are all for the good of the Desert Primitive Clan, as the Desert Primitive Clan, we are all loyal!"

"That's right, the holy relics in our clan must be left in our hands, that Turce is just a scum, a minority among the clan, we are different from him, we are all loyal!"

"Yes, we are loyal!"

"Hehe......" Zhuang Feng didn't bother to speak, smiled, and looked at Ballas.

Listening to His Highness's discussion, Barras was so angry that the wound he had just bandaged was about to explode, and he suddenly stood up from the throne, and angrily pointed at His Highness and shouted: "Fart! Do you still have a conscience?

"When Turce rebelled, why didn't you stand up and say that you were loyal? The only few loyal ministers who loyally rebelled against Turs were all killed by Turs, and you dare to say that you are different from Tours? Where is the difference? You are even more shameless than him! The grass on the wall falls in the wind, and you dare to say that you are loyal?"

Barras scolded, he could see that if a king did not have a strong attitude, or the past gentleness, then the country is not a country, sooner or later the desert primitive tribe will emerge another Turles, so, from today onwards, he will officially succeed to the throne of the king, he must be tough, with an iron-blooded policy to govern the country and the people.

Barras already hated the holy object of the God of War Armor, because if it weren't for it, maybe there wouldn't be today's scene, although everything is in danger, but if there is no Zhuang Feng's arrival?

What would happen? The consequences would be unimaginable, and perhaps he would not even be able to speak.

There is nothing more important in this world than being alive, the rules are set by people, and he knows that at the moment when his father was dying, his eyes had already acquiesced to everything.

Just like the time he lost Goode, Barras just wanted to see the outside world, and he wanted the desert primitives to be better, instead of being shrouded in sandstorms forever and living in seclusion and peace.

But are they really at peace? Turce didn't break all his peace by getting the holy relics, so no one could stop Baras, and now he had to say goodbye and welcome the new!

Listening to Barras's scolding, His Highness's officials became silent.

Seeing this, Baras said again: "No one should talk nonsense, I am the king, I listen to good words, even if it is foul language, everything is listened to me, Boss Zhuang is our benefactor, but also my son's benefactor, this kindness will never be repaid, so I decided, as long as the boss Zhuang wants, you can take it away at any time, do any of you still have any opinions?"

"This ......"

His Royal Highness said faintly in silence, but in the end, the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, and everyone was silent, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence that Zhuang Feng could take away their holy relics.

(End of chapter)