Lying on the ground with his eyes squinted slightly, waiting for his body to be repaired, the fragment of the divine stone "Shenyin" was tightly clutched in the palm of his hand.

Feng Chen's face was full of joy, and he did not change in the slightest because of the arrival of that group of people.

All this was expected by him, the glory of the empire would never give up without getting the Death Soul Box.

What made Feng Chen a little mindful was that these people inevitably came too early, and too many people inevitably came.

There are twenty strong men, each with a desert eagle, and if one person shoots down, his head will be honeycomb.

Feng Chen would never let such a thing happen!

He felt the changes in all parts of his body, and found that his waist was no longer sore, his legs were no longer painful, and he was able to go up to the fifth floor in one breath.

But until his body was restored to good condition, he still lay on the ground, waiting for the large group of people to come.

After all, the other party has too many people, and it is impossible to escape, not to mention when Feng Chen has "escaped"?

Therefore, he has to carry it head-on with that large group of people, as long as the death box is in hand, then there is room for negotiation.

"Surprised, surprised?" Hans walked over as he was surrounded by men, his face full of pride.

In his eyes, Feng Chen was like a caged bird, even if he had ten pairs of wings, he didn't want to fly out this time.

The injuries he suffered in Xihe City, the humiliation he suffered in Boyang Lake, all of this, he will return to Fengchen twice.

Hans's appearance was undoubtedly like a life-saver, and the eight strong men in trousers were all over now.

One of them wanted to beat Feng Chen violently, but as soon as he raised his foot, he was glared back by Feng Chen.

They had experienced Fengchen's methods before, and they only felt that this young man's heart was far beyond his peers.

Therefore, it is inevitable that there will be extraneous branches, but anyone who wants to find a wind in the morning has to dispel this bad idea.

Eight strong men in trousers didn't dare to act rashly, but the twenty strong men in full armor were different.

Their faces were fierce, and they all used pistols against Feng Chen, and they did not let go of any flesh on their bodies.

Feng Chen was sitting on pins and needles, but the clothes on his whole body were so corroded that even his pants were tattered.

This is so tragic that the pistol is cold against the flesh, and it feels like it has been coated with wind oil.

If you ask Feng Chen what he wishes before he dies, then Feng Chen will definitely ask for a pair of pants, any material.

Liu Sheng Feifu suddenly squeezed into the crowd, draped a black fur coat over Feng Chen's body, and his face was quite cold.

She didn't expect things to come and go, and the more she thought about her brother's mysterious disappearance, the more uneasy she became.

"Thank you!" Putting on Mr. Storyteller's animal skin clothes, Feng Chen sat on the ground and smiled at Liu Shengfei.

"It's all this time, and you can still laugh. Liu Shengfei's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of hostility.

Looking at the enthusiastic appearance of Feng Chen and Liu Shengfei, Hans curled his beard, frowned, and said proudly:

"I'll see how long you can laugh, Dead Soul Box...... Aren't you going to hand it over?"

"Oh?" Feng Chen raised his eyebrows, "Mr. Hans, which eye did you see the Death Soul Box on me?"

As soon as he heard this, Hans's brows furrowed even deeper, and he circled around Fengchen twice, and his face became more and more ugly.

Indeed, the Dead Soul Box is not on Feng Chen's body, how can this be good?

This young man, although he looks harmless to humans and animals, has a heart far beyond his peers.

Even if he is coerced and enticed a hundred times, he is afraid that he will not be able to please him once, and he will never give in easily.

But in any case, accidents must not be allowed this time, otherwise you will not be able to explain to the upper echelons of Imperial Glory when you go back.

Thinking of this, Hans had a headache for a while, his eyes turned from side to side, and he pulled out a smile, and said:

"Whoever said I was going to get the Dead Soul Box from you, just bring you back to Imperial glory, and you're done. ”

"There are a hundred ways for our imperial glory to make it better for you to die than to live, and by that time everything will come to fruition. ”

"Yo...... I can speak idioms. Feng Chen smiled slightly, and had to admire Hans, a yin person.

If these people really caught the glory of the empire, then sending aliens to rescue them may not help.

"Leave everything to me, Mr. Hans. A slightly familiar voice suddenly came.

Feng Chen and Liu Sheng Feifu looked at each other intently, until they saw the dirty towel around their necks, and they were both stunned.

"Ergouzi, why can't you even ......" Liu Sheng Feifu looked dazed, and couldn't believe that this was true.

Feng Chen's eyes were fixed on Ergouzi, and he also didn't expect that this person would be so deeply hidden.

For three years, pretending to be crazy and stupid in a farmhouse, acting as a waiter serving tea and water, what is this for?

Not to mention anything else, this perseverance alone has tormented six billion people around the world, and he can be called an actor.

"What's the matter? It's unexpected?" the second foreigner walked to Feng Chen's side, still looking honest.

Under the suspicious gaze of Feng Chen and Liu Shengfei, he smiled slightly and said:

"Three years ago, I dived into the waters of the Old Man Temple, was ambushed by Mr. Storyteller, and almost died here. ”

"Fortunately, the old village chief saved me, and after waking up, I began to pretend to be crazy and lurked in Yongning Village for three years. ”

"You know what? I've been waiting for an opportunity for the past three years. ”

"What chance?" Feng Chen couldn't help but ask.

"You!"

"Me?" Feng Chen was a little puzzled, "You mean, you waited for me for three years?"

Ergouzi shook his head slightly: "To be more precise, I'm waiting for someone who won't die." ”

"What did ......you say? He's not going to die?" Hans pointed at Feng Chen, his face full of shock.

"So to speak!" said Ergouzi, understatement.

"Oh God!" Hans pulled the golden retriever from his head, and cursed in his mouth, looking at Fengchen like looking at a monster.

He only now realized that he was not at the same level as Feng Chen, and even his IQ felt insulted.

One is a civilian player, and the other is a RMB player, which is still a yarn?

Eight strong men in pants stood on the ground and looked at each other, and finally understood that they had been tricked by Feng Chen before.

He won't die, he won't have anything to do when he enters the liquid, and if he enters it, he will definitely turn into scum.

Is there really no fairness in this world? Eight strong men are going to cry, and they are not the same starting line as others.

Looking at the dejected appearance of Hans and his party, the two dogs were not ambiguous, looked at Feng Chen, and said with a smile:

"I'm also very interested in the contents of the water turbine, can you give it to me?"

Feng Chen's eyes lit up, he should have come or come, the other party had been lurking for so many years, and it was actually for the fragments of the divine stone.

It seems that it is indeed not only Long Lao who covets the fragments of the Divine Stone, but there are also many mysterious organizations that are secretly giving advice.

Ergouzi is just the beginning, on the mysterious 30th parallel north latitude, I don't know how many open and secret battles I have to experience.